hangin' in there

That's about it... I am the lamest pregnant woman...

We have found out the baby is a boy and he is doing fantastic. I have doctor's appointments (+ultrasounds) every two weeks due to the complexity of my pregnancy, but each has only brought good news about the baby. My health, however, is not great. I wish I was one of those pregnant women that glow and look and feel great during pregnancy, but I am not. I look and feel like dog doo. This is, of course, not to say that I am unhappy about being pregnant, but I liken it to a not-well-trained marathon runner who is only at about mile 13... I'm trudging along...

We have decided to name our little boy Benjamin (honestly, hadn't thought of the name until Amanda suggested it on FB, but realised it was perfect.) I have chosen the middle name George, and Doug is almost convinced. I have caught a little bit of flack over the name George, because many of my friends initially associate it with George Bush... but I associate it with Curious George, my most beloved children's book character, ever. Doug was against it the name, at first, because he thought people would associate Benjamin George with Boy George... Luckily, that has not come up, so he is starting to sway, and has not thought of a middle name for Ben himself. Anyway, I say, if I'm the one carrying the baby for 9 months I get to choose the name... that's solid logic, right? (come on, you guys, just agree)


The girls are doing well. Leigh has thoroughly enjoyed her summer and has been a dream child. Seriously, I have no other way to put it. She is so excited about Ben... about Ben being a boy.. about everything associated with Ben and his arrival. She talks to my belly constantly, and doesn't even address me as Mommy... she now refers to me as either Mommy & Nugget or Mommy & Ben. Her voice is what elicits the most response from him in my tummy, and I think he will recognize her right away post delivery.


Meron is enjoying her summer, but it's been sort of a roller coaster with her behavior. She is so sweet, but we never really know what to expect from her when she is out of sight. I could add many, many things to the list from my previous post that has really thrown us for a loop. The behavior, though comes in spurts... we go days where it feels as if she really just wants to be in trouble... wants everyone, not just family, to be angry and upset with her... then we have days, sometimes weeks, where she is a complete doll... We are currently in the latter, and she falls into that dream category, too. Even when she is trying my patience beyond what I thought I could possibly withstand, I love having her as my daughter. I love her strong will and in tact personality. I say this, because, I had always imagined, from the beginning of our adoption process, that we would be working through a broken child, broken personality, that needed tons of rebuilding... but, that just has not been the case with her... Her personality is fully in tact and her spirit is high... (as is her energy, which is where the trouble normally comes in)

All of that being said (or typed :), I am exhausted all of the time. I actually do almost nothing. I work Mon-Fri 8 hours, then I come home and chill until time for bed. Days when I have the energy to do a little more, I always regret it and take several days to recover.
The lovenox shots have gotten easier (it helps that Doug is now doing them for me) and I have had to go on medication for gestational diabetes. Luckily, they now have pills that are safe for pregnant women, and I haven't had to take on insulin shots. A few weeks back, I started having migraines (the worst I have ever had), and ended up spending a day in the ER. Within a couple of days, I realized that it was my eyes that were causing it and went to the eye doctor. He was pretty shocked after he did my exam. He said that a slight change in prescription during pregnancy is normal, but my change was drastic... more than he had seen in such a short period of time (7 months since my last appointment). I now have new glasses that I must wear all of the time. I am hoping my vision will go back to normal after Ben is born, but it may not...

As for now, I will keep hanging in there...