Although I will say, of the majority of people I've told recently, the first words out of their mouths have in fact been, "but you said you weren't having any more!" Which is extremely irritating. But I guess I have only myself to blame for so loudly pronouncing my one child policy.
I have a genetics appointment Monday - it is probably just to fill out paperwork, but I'm really hoping we can get one of those early tests started or at least scheduled. Now is the window so it kind of has to happen in the next week or so. I have two more appointments in the next couple of weeks, too. Lots of appointments in the beginning, then very few in the middle, then a lot at the end.
I won't lie, I'm scared of the end of the pregnancy. Luckily it will be a good time of year for me - not much work, and cool weather - but I think life is going to get really, really hard with no help. B will be nearly two and who knows where he'll be at developmentally at that point; I'll be huge and uncomfortable and possibly not feeling well, and no doubt just due to my age I'll be tortured with twice weekly NSTs again, which I don't think I can take B to, so that should be interesting. Then there's birth stuff. Will I be stuck making the agonizing decision whether or not to induce again? What if I go way over my due date? What if I'm stuck in the hospital for days or weeks? What on earth will I do with Bumpus?
I have a couple I know who I may ask to take B for me - the mom stays home with their similar aged son and the dad has a flexible schedule; I think I can trust them to care for B for a few days if need be, and I think I know them well enough that they'd be willing to come pick him up at 4 am. How do you ever repay someone for doing something like that for you?
Well, we're off to play at a "splash pad" downtown. It's pretty awesome - B runs around screaming and has a blast, which makes me very happy. Then tonight I go dancing, which makes me happy as well.