Lets Just Be Honest

Baby #5 is on it’s way.

The story of coming to this point is one for the family history books – so convoluted and confusing to anyone who wasn’t there, it will have to be told with a quilt or something heirloomish – to make people understand.

But simply writing it won’t do.

So here we are. I’m 8 weeks. We first found out at 3 1/2 weeks – very VERY early. I was sick. We were all sick. But I wasn’t – you know, pregnant sick.

As soon as I found out I called the Dr. for medicince. They gave me a script, and I started taking it right away. We were just leaving for Disneyland. The last thing I wanted was to be nauseated at Disneyland.

But the nausea never came. I would eat timidly – thinking . . . “I might have to throw this up later” – but I never did. Not even sorta.

For two whole weeks, not a speck of nausea. Nothing!

And so I confessed to Wyatt – “I think because we found out so early, and I got on medication so fast . . . I think we pre-empted the sickness! I think I might make it through this whole pregnancy without getting sick!”

I was so excited.

You don’t understand. I WAS SO EXCITED!

But – the VERY NEXT DAY it hit me like a brick wall. It threw me into my bed, and there I have been, incompetent for the past two weeks. Sick – like every pregnancy before. So sick that the house is a disaster, and I have nightmares that my kids will get terrible diseases from how disgusting it is (something about having strep around our house for six solid weeks has made me gun shy).

 

And Wyatt asked last week when he came home, and I was bent over the sink throwing up, if I ever felt overwhelmed at what lay before us.

And that opened the floodgates.

And I cried. And cried. And cried.

And Wyatt tried to backpedal and reassure me that we would get through.

 

But it’s Christmas in one week. And I only made my Amazon order YESTERDAY and it won’t get here until Christmas EVE!!! Which means Wyatt will have to spend the whole night wrapping presents. And the mere thought of that stresses me out to no end.

 

 

When we first found out a baby was coming, but before I was sick, Wyatt said he would play the game my way (FINALLY – ON THE FIFTH BABY!) and not tell anyone until I was ready!

I was going to wait until I was far enough along that people started asking me . . .

 

But then I got sick. And Wyatt’s family is coming to town for Christmas. And I know they will know something is up when I won’t go anywhere or do anything. So finally, after two weeks of throwing up and wishing death upon myself, we made the phone calls and told everyone.

Turns out a few people in my family were suspicious anyway from Thanksgiving.

 

I still haven’t told my ward and neighborhood yet. I guess they will figure it out when I don’t come to church but for Sunday School every other week (to teach. I’m determined to power through that, since it took me SO LONG to get a calling!)

 

And so – we’re just starting out. I’ve been reading the posts of my pregnancy from Andrew, and those have cheered me up immensely – because I really was so sick, but at the same time, there were so many miracles and tender mercies enacted through my friends and family.

 

And in the end, I had a little Roo (even though I swore up and down he was a girl) and I am so in love with him. And I can’t even project that far right now. I can’t even think about a baby at the end of this road. All I can think about is the hard times I have ahead. But reading, and knowing that I’ve done it before, with the help and love and support of so many people . . . well, that’s encouraging.