My pregnancy started while I was still nursing my baby's older brother. My husband told me I was pregnant, but I didn't believe him. I took a pregnancy test to show how absurd the thought was, but to my disbelief the second pink line showed up. I was happy and worried all at the same time. Josiah would only be 15-months-old when our newest addition was due. I was afraid that he would get shoved aside attention-wise. I was then bound and determined that I would NEVER let that happen.
The pregnancy was fine, no morning sickness or anything. I got nauseous, but would eat a little something and it would go away. Everything went without a hitch, but of course this was my third baby and I kind of knew what to expect. At the second ultrasound they said everything looked normal, but the baby was measuring a little big. I was only concerned at finding out what gender the baby was, but of course Baby would not cooperate. I was a little disappointed, but was fine with that. At my next appointment I told my doctor my feelings at not finding out the baby's gender, and that I was trying to find a way to get another ultrasound. He told me he had found another reason: I was measuring bigger than I was supposed to. So I signed up for my next ultrasound and when the day came I was so excited!
I went in and sure enough SHE was measuring big. I was delighted to discover I was having a girl. They had another ultrasound set up for week 36, and by then she was even bigger, so they scheduled me for an induction. I was very nervous about this. They terrified me by saying she was going to be a huge baby. I had thoughts of a 13-pounder! They wanted to make sure she wouldn't be too big to fit through the birth canal.
I was already 3 cm. dilated and 50% effaced at 36 weeks. I tried everything I could think of to go into labor naturally, but she was not ready to come. So they induced me on the 20th of March.
My daughter weighed nine pounds, one ounce when she was born, but she was still my little angel. I was a little disappointed because I had always thought girls were supposed to be smaller, yet she was my biggest baby! I think it is so funny now, because she is such a little thing. She is now 16-months-old, weighs a whopping twenty pounds and still wears clothes for six to nine-month-olds. I wouldn't change anything though. I love her so much, and she is such a sweetie!