I know from my past pregnancies that the second trimester is always the best for me, and I've been waiting and waiting and waiting for this to happen. Finally! I am FULL of energy (OK I do fall asleep in seconds almost every night after my nighttime routine with Patrick) and usually go on a full throttle nesting spree. That full throttle nesting spree just happens to coincide with my annual spring spruce-up. Sorry check book. But I've gotten little things done that have been on my to-do list for years and it feels great.
I caught myself thinking last week, 'oh I'm only at week 24. I have SO long to go'. And then I thought about how this is my last pregnancy (really!) and how for only 16 more weeks of the rest of my whole entire life do I get to feel that wonderful feeling of growing a whole new life inside my body. The kicks, the rolls, the excitement and anticipation, the birth...even along with the varicose veins and indigestion, cramping legs and sore back, what a complete utter total miracle that I am luckier than heck to get to experience one last time.
I've been asked this question a lot so thought I'd answer it in this post:
Do you get many negative or just annoying comments about the size of your family, now that you are expecting your sixth and if so, how do you deal with them?
The funny thing is, no, I haven't had much of that this time. When I was pregnant with Andrew and then Patrick I did, but not much. If it wasn't about our family size it was about our age. People LOVED to figure out for us how old we would be when Patrick was in 1rst grade, or 8th grade or graduating from college. "You'll need your walker on campus!" HA HA HA. Jeff handles it all pretty ...which is to make more, even better, jokes?...so I just let him deal with it.
Now maybe people just think we are crazy so they are scared of us and don't say a thing. :) I braced myself this time and lo and behold, not too much so far. The best reaction to me was from my extended family...I have 43 cousins-a big Catholic family-on my mom's side, and it didn't even phase them one bit that I was announcing at 18 weeks that I was pregnant with my sixth at age 43. True pure happiness and just plain old congratulations and I needed it more than ever at the time I got it.
But yes, with my fourth and fifth there were a few times where there was a comment that might have made me cringe a little. I guess it just depended on the attitude of the commentor.
I think this is one subject where I am pretty unconcerned about what others think. Maybe just because I love babies so much and NO ONE can keep me from them, no matter what they might say or think. I know that mothering is my calling, and no matter how hard and demanding it is at times, I love this stage of my life and intended to make it last as long as biology would allow. I don't ever feel the need to justify any of that, ever.
Also, at the same time I was getting a few of those of those roll-your-eye-comments, I would get so many more women (and some dads!) coming up to me and saying very honestly and heartfelt, "I am so envious. I wanted one more and my spouse just wouldn't budge" or "I realized how fleeting the time was, and it was over and now I would love to have another but it seems like the time is gone for me" or just plain, "Oh how I'd love to be in your shoes right now, there is nothing like a baby" sometimes with tears in their eyes. I tried to remember that sometimes, just maybe, those roll-your-eyes-not-so-nice-comments were masked behind those same feelings, just expressed in a different way.