I'm now four months through my fourth pregnancy. I think I can now consider myself a fairly seasoned pregnant woman, having spent two and a half years (of my six years of marriage) pregnant.
So when friends ask me how the pregnancy is going, sometimes I have to stop and think for a minute and remember that yes, I am pregnant again, and it's going fine if I forget that there's a baby the size of my fist currently residing in my abdomen.
With my first pregnancy, Kathleen, I couldn't wait to fit into maternity clothes and felt like I had to wait forever until those parachute-sized shirts fit, and some of them never quite did. Sophia landed me in maternity jeans before the end of two months, but with Edwin I managed to hold onto my normal pants, with some modifications until over halfway through. I waited until the absolute last necessary minute before I started wearing those maternity clothes. This time I'm hoping the extend my record even further.
During Kathleen's gestation, I checked the pregnancy book at least twice a week to see how my baby was developing. This go around the only time I've ever checked it was to settle a dispute Brandon and I had about the size of the baby - apricot or small cantaloupe? He won, and I haven't opened it since.
I got blood work done in the US before we left so that I wouldn't have to bother with it here, but I've yet to go to the Embassy clinic and confess to the doctor there that I'm pregnant - again. Maybe I'll get around to it the week after next.
We haven't decided on a name for either gender, and haven't even talked much about it. I could get an ultrasound whenever I feel like going down the Nile Diagnostics clinic and paying for it, but I'm considering not even bothering until I return to the US just to avoid the hassle.
I'm very thankful that I've been blessed with very easy pregnancies, and this one has been no exception. Which is good because by the time this baby arrives I will have packed and moved out of three apartments, moved into three apartments/houses, flown on two transatlantic journeys, visited or lived in five countries, been evacuated for three months, on home leave for six weeks, and taken care of three children under five the entire time.
So, the pregnancy is going well. Having three children already helps the time pass quickly, and moving in the middle keeps my mind off the constant mantra of how many months, weeks, and days until I stop increasing daily. I'm looking forward to the baby coming, especially since it will mean that we're almost done with the Year of Craziness.