More Mom Mayhem and Maternal Paranoia

Okay, we've established that (most of the time) my life is utter chaos with 3 kids, a husband, a dog that sheds just to irritate me I think, and a house that refuses to be self cleaning to save me some time. Some days I'm not even sure which way I'm going and could use one of those "This End Up" stickers just to get my bearings. So it stands to reason that when I think I'm getting closer to the end of the tunnel with one child, I find out there's another one on the way, right?

Yup, you heard right my little dumplings, there's going to be another little munchkin in our household. Just because I was apparently teetering on the edge of insanity, but not quite there yet. Apparently, three children didn't teach me quite enough, however, because this baby came as a complete surprise. (Yes, I DO know the birds and the bees story but I thought the birds were hibernating and the bees were busy making honey.)

Pregnancy comes with it's own special brand of paranoia. It's like Pre-Mom Paranoia. Or Practice Paranoia. Getting some skills in before the need for the real deal. It starts with announcing your pregnancy. Even a woman who has never had the heartbreak of a miscarriage has it in the back of her mind. I think some women would  wait until their third trimester if the bump wouldn't already spill the beans. Why? Because we don't know what's going on in there and every stretching muscle or cramp or twinge can cause panic that something's not right. Maternal stress and worry before the baby is even born.

However, most people don't wait until they're in labor to announce the joyous news. (Or in our case "I can't believe we're crazy enough to do this again and how many people will tell us that?" The answer is 6 by the way.) The younger generation is much braver and announces as soon as the cells have divided twice. "Folks, we're 37 and a half seconds pregnant!" We waited until 10 weeks, just under the first trimester mark, and the last possible moment before my proud papa hubby took out an ad because he needed to tell someone the news. I waited another 10 weeks to announce it to my Mayhem readers so they could pop some popcorn and settle in to enjoy the carnival that my life is about to become.

Also, I needed to pre-apologize for the number of pregnancy related posts that are about to ensue. The wealth of topics that gestation brings is bountiful. Not to mention uncomfortable, hilarious and reminiscent of a comedic sitcom sometimes. So come along and be my laugh track, because I'll probably need some good chuckles to remind me I'm not really insane. Am I? Um, no, on second thought, don't answer that.