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November 2010

Zzzzzzzz

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I think I have mentioned that this pregnancy is different from my other two pregnancies.  One difference is the degree of tiredness I have felt.

When I was pregnant with Brooke and Caroline, I didn’t get it.  People would ask me if I was extra tired.  I didn’t know how to answer that.  Isn’t everyone pretty much always tired?  “Yeah, sure,” I’d tell people, “I’m tired.”

Now I know how to answer that.  NO.  I was NOT tired when I was pregnant with Brooke and Caroline.  This pregnancy has opened my eyes (eyes that wish so desperately to be closed) as to the extent of tiredness a person can feel.

There were days when I would lie on the couch wondering how I would ever be able to sit up again.  No amount of sleep would cure my fatigue.  It felt as though every single ounce of energy had been sucked out of my body (and subsequently placed into the bodies of my children).

I remember one day the top of my head itched.  I looked at my hand and didn’t know how I would find the energy to lift it three feet to scratch my head.

That’s the kind of tired I was dealing with.

The second trimester of pregnancy has softened that symptom.  As long as I go to bed at a pretty reasonable hour I’m okay the next day, but wo unto me if I don’t get enough sleep.

And the past few weeks I haven’t gotten enough sleep.

Stay tuned for the blog post all about why I now hate Benjamin Franklin.  I’d write it now…but I’m too tired.

She Said…

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At dinner one evening.

Caroline:  “Brooke!”

Brooke:  “Huh?  How does she know my name?”

***

Brooke and I are in a public restroom.  She hands me her coat so she can go to the bathroom.

Brooke:  “Here, Mom.  Hold my bat wings.”

***

Me (after eating a large lunch):  “Oh.  I’m stuffed!”

Brooke:  “But how are you stuffed?  Are you a bear?”

It’s A…

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PART I

Years ago before Dallas and I were ever thinking seriously about having children, we somehow discovered that we both liked the name Spencer.  We arrived at that conclusion so easily without needing to scour baby name books or ask opinions from everyone we met what names they liked.

Then we got pregnant for the first time.  We were sure it was a boy.

We went to the ultrasound.  “A girl,” he said.  A GIRL?!  How could this be?  Does mother’s intuition mean nothing these days?

By this time, Dallas and I had moved into our new condo.  We had been calling the extra bedroom “Spencer’s room.”  After deciding that we couldn’t in good conscience call our daughter Spencer, we began discussing girl names.  We pulled out the baby name books and found we had a really hard time liking ANY girl names…much less both liking the same one.

Finally we settled on Brooke.  And that is how Brooke came to be.

PART II

A little while after Brooke was born, we decided to expand our family.  This time we were pretty sure we were having a girl.  The ultrasound confirmed our suspicions.  We were really excited to have two little girls.  We had visions of our girls growing up as best friends, playing together, and wearing matching dresses.

The only downside to this was the need to once again choose a girl name.  If this was hard the first time, it proved nearly impossible the second time.  We waited until she was born, looked her over, and finally deemed her a Caroline.  I’m glad we did; I love her name.

PART III

Pregnant once again.  This pregnancy feels totally different from the other two.  I have symptoms I’ve never had before, as well as an absence of some of my previous symptoms.

Could it be?  A boy?  I cautiously thought so.

Last week brought us once again into the ultrasound room.  The very first image appeared.  I didn’t even need the technician to tell me.

We are getting our Spencer.

Ho Hum

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Remember when I used to update our blog?  I’m thinking of doing that again.

I mean, is it right of me to withhold images such as these from the Internet?

So get ready.  I’m feeling an onslaught of GoldenGrams posts in the near future.  Hang onto your hats.  Things may get crazy.

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