Another Naef

So I have been racked with guilt since we moved here. We were pretty sure that we were expecting another baby by the time we moved, but we didn't want to say anything so early, so . . . um . . . we didn't. Now it is getting kind of late to say anything. But it is much more uncomfortable to tell everyone after the blessed event (the birth). Dum, Dum, Dum, Dum (trumpets) We will be having another baby at some point in time around the middle of June. Here is a picture of the child at 12 weeks. (Looks just like Daddy).

We find out next Tuesday if we are having a boy or a girl. Anna is just excited to hold and take care of anything miniature; she doesn't care if its a boy, girl, or alien (which is good, considering what babies look like right after they are born). Elizabeth thinks that our family can only have girls, a sentiment that Sean is starting to share. She has chosen two names (Wonder Woman and Hawk Girl). I have vetoed two names and decided that the Justice League cartoons and actions figures need to be shelved for a while.

I am just wondering what happened to my poor little body. I have had the strangest pregnancy symptoms. I have had major cravings - for food. Any food. As long as its edible and tasty. My weight has been going up really, really fast, and so I thought I should keep a food journal. When I considered that it would resemble something like the twelve days of Christmas (12th day everyday), I thought that might be a little demoralizing. It would probably go something like this.

On everyday of pregnancy, my fridge gave up to me:
12 cups of juice
11 tasty cookies
10 bags of chips (you have to get your veggies somewhere)
9 bowls of cereal
8 yummy pastries
7 pieces of bacon
6 ham sandwiches
5 HUMONGOUS MEALS
4 bowls of ice cream
3 apple slices
2 vitamins (thank you Sean)
And a roasted pig just for me.

I exaggerate a little bit (but not as much as all of you horror-struck friends wish I was). Sean has learned not to ask where food items went while he was at work. Okay, now I'm starting to get really hungry.

Besides, the hunger, I have discovered that pregnancy symptoms for the third child follow this little formula:

1+2-4+12=3
That would be 1st pregnancy pains + 2nd pregnancy pains appearing 4 months earlier + 12 new and humiliating symptoms = 3rd pregnancy.

The other fun thing? Insurance. Gotta love it. I kid. It has been horrible. Since we were on one group health insurance policy at the beginning, and then switched to a short term policy that did not cover pregnancy (none of them do, actually), and then are finally getting on new group insurance in February, my life has been an endless stream of phone calls to the Doctors office, billing office, insurance office, other insurance office, HR benefits specialist . . . Repeat.

But the fun thing is that this is an incredibly mobile baby. She/he moves and kicks pretty much full time. Just that makes everything worth all the hassle. We will have to give the baby a truly representative name, something worthy of an amazing child - a name like Wonder Woman (or Batman, if its a boy).