Folks I have some breaking news for you….
Yes – this’ll be baby #3. Yes – we’re insane. Yes, I’ve been slow to tell you because basically I’ve been in denial.
You know why I haven’t told you? It’s because I’m scared.
I’m scared of postpartum depression. I feel like I *just* recovered from the last baby, even though she’s turning three years old in a month. I’m so scared of the grey cloudy fog in my head, that I didn’t really tell anyone. We told my parents on Mother’s Day and hubby’s parents the weekend after. I told work last week only because they figured it out on their own and a certain individual pressured me into telling.
I’m so not into this pregnancy thing. ‘Cause I also hate the attention it brings. I hate people judging everything I eat and do. I hate people telling me I shouldn’t run, or questioning whether I should be exercising. And most of all I hate the attention it brings. It embarrasses me.
Yeah, yeah – I have a blog so you would think I’d be a “look at me” kind of person – but truthfully in real life I’m not really. Take for instance 2 months ago when I ran the kick ass 5K in 25:26 – I didn’t tell a single soul at work about it.
Anyways – now my “secret” is out. I’m 17 weeks pregnant and due Remembrance day (should be easy to remember, right?). Baby will probably make a fast entrance prior to then because Sierra was 4 weeks early and born in 5 hours, and Brooke was 2 weeks early and born in 3.5 hours.
Here’s my baby “bump”:
(It kind of looks more like I’m super bloated, and if you block out the belly you can’t even tell).