If you’ve seen me lately, there’s no surprise, but I’m excited to share that Chris and I are expecting baby number three this summer — another Orsini boy!
Having three kids wasn’t always in the plan. I think Chris and I both pictured having a family of four. However, immediately after Brooks, our youngest, was born, we knew we weren’t “done.” There was room for one more in our lives and hearts until our family was complete.
This pregnancy has been very different from the rest for a couple of reasons. For starters, I know that each “first” — the first time I feel the baby kick, the first time I hear his heartbeat, the first time I see his little teddy bear shape on the sonogram screen — is actually a last. I don’t love being pregnant, because I am so darned impatient (and, let’s be honest, I don’t like missing out on Central Coast wine tasting), but it’s been far easier to be content with just waiting this time. I’m soaking it in.
This time, I’ve also fielded a lot of well-meaning questions about how I feel about the baby being another boy. In the beginning, we decided to have another baby because we wanted another baby, not solely to “try for a girl,” as they say. But of course there is the realization that my husband will never get to walk a daughter down the aisle and I’ll never get to pick out prom dresses. I think it’s normal to feel a little strange knowing something is no longer a possibility. But when I received the call from my doctor at nine weeks (we found out the gender super early thanks to genetic testing) and the nurse said “it’s a boy,” I immediately got teary eyed with joy. I felt guilty for wishing, even for a minute, that he was a girl. He is a boy: another fart joke-making crooked smile, another firm believer that “girls are yucky,” and another protector of my heart.
When people find out you are having your third boy, or as I imagine, third girl, you hear things like “that’s crazy,” “are you going to try again,” “are you okay with that,” and “at least you have everything you need already.” In reality, it isn’t crazy, I’m not planning on “trying again,” I’m totally okay with that, and, yes, I truly do have everything I need — in more ways than one.
The hard part about a third boy is picking a name! We have obviously exhausted a couple of our favorites. But we are pretty set on a moniker for number three. I’ll share once we are 100 percent.
One other difference for this pregnancy is just how early I started to show. I can’t say I’m surprised, because at this point the only thing hold the baby in is essentially a piece of tissue paper. (An exaggeration, but it sure feels that way!) I started to have a baby bump at about 2 ½ months. At first I felt embarrassed, and I’ve had some guess I’m farther along than I am, but that’s OK. I’m embracing it.
So now you know! Thanks for letting me share a little about this journey. The photo at the top and the photo below were taken for our Christmas/baby announcement cards (when my belly was just starting to show). What a difference a few months make!
»Photo credit, Haley Marie Photography«
»Top (Here and Similar), Jeans (I definitely wouldn’t suggest paying full price for maternity jeans! I found these for 1/2 off during a pea in the Pod Sale), Shoes (Sold out at Madewell, similar here), Pipe cleaner bracelet by Robert, Dress, Free People«