I have no idea why I took the pregnancy test. I wasn’t late for my period. We weren’t trying for a third baby. I had no suspicions that I might be pregnant. And yet, something was urging me to pee on that stick, just because. When those two pink lines immediately showed up, I can’t even describe the feelings that flooded through me.
As this pregnancy progresses, it’s come to my attention that everything is completely different this time around.
For starters I keep forgetting how far along I am.
With my first two babies, when asked, I could immediately rattle off exactly how far along I was to the day. With number 3 I’m usually somewhat aware of the week that I’m on (thanks to fellow pregnant friends on facebook whom I share close due dates with), but more often than not, I have to use the first response due date calculater to find out the exact point I’m at according to the day of my last period. Which brings me to my next point…
I still have yet to see a doctor. (But no, I’m not concerned.)
With my first two kiddos I was super anxious for my first doctor visit because I had so many questions. Due to insurance confusion and complications, I have not been able to visit the doctor just yet. We were able to confirm the sex at a special ultrasound place around 14 weeks, but as far as an actual office visit goes, that date is still to be determined. On the bright side! We recently have gotten everything sorted out, and I will be able to confirm an appointment within just a couple weeks.
We still have not decided on a name.
With my first baby, we had the name picked out BEFORE we knew the sex. With my second, we had a name picked out but ended up changing it before she was born. And with this third child, who knows what she will be called. While I think we’ve narrowed it down quite a bit, the title of little miss is still to be determined.
I don’t google every single symptom that I encounter.
During my first pregnancy my google search history was chock full of repeated questions and concerns I had. I had never experienced a pregnancy before and was always anxious for answers to every little symptom I experienced. This time around, I spend far less time on the baby center forums and more time chasing around and hollering at the bigger two.
I’m not rushing this pregnancy.
Of course I know it’s not even possible to ‘rush a pregnancy’ but what I mean is that I find myself savoring the days more than I did with my first because I know for certain this is my last. While I very much look forward to the day I get to hear the beautiful cries of my baby and see her sweet face, I am content exactly where we are- because I know that this will be over all too fast.