Diary of my third "pregnancy": waiting for you, just

This past Sunday Guim turned 34 weeks inside the belly. In the 35th week and a few days his brother Aran was born, so we hope that history will not be repeated and little Guim will endure a few more days.

We were at the gynecologist a few days ago and, although I have the ultrasound engraving, there is not much to see, basically because at this point in the film they are already so large that only portions of body parts are seen and, in general, it looks little thing. So the video you have up here is the ultrasound they did about a month ago, where you can see her face a little in 4D (The gynecologist did it on his own initiative and Guim decided to cover his mouth with the cord ...).

The point is that Guim weighs already 2 kilos, or so the gynecologist says, because we already know that this weight is very variable and unreliable and we know, and of this we are very sure, that moves more than his older brothers which, in fact, already moved a lot.

Do you remember that in the first months we talked about Miriam's discomfort, her dizziness and her nausea? Then continue with all this in the morning and that shows us that neither iodine nor "iodine". It is not that his discomfort is exaggerated and is rather linked to his desire to do things with more or less hurry.

If you go quietly, little by little, if you sit and rest, everything is fine. If instead you have to do something (such as going to get an analysis) with the clock in your hand, the thing gets out of hand and you have to lie down almost to the point of fainting.

As I said in other entries, this is the worst pregnancy of the three, definitely. Look to what extent it makes him feel bad that he has come to say that "if this had been the first, I have no more." I think that, like everything else, it goes wrong at the moment and then, over time, you forget it because it weighs more the result than the process (that is, even knowing that it was going to happen badly it would have had more). In fact, Aran was born after a whole week of contractions every 10 minutes, day and night, which were not effective because they were stopped with medication (so that I was not born yet) and despite that horrible week in which I could not fall asleep more than 30 minutes in a row here we are, today and now, waiting for the birth of another baby.

I have not yet found the woman who is able to explain to me a more exhausting birth than that ... some say that their deliveries were horrible because they were almost two days to give birth, and surely they were not wonderful, but I remember my saint woman and her week of contractions and I find it hard to believe that someone can explain something similar.

What we already have clear is that it is absurd to talk about deadlines (we have long forgotten them) to be well. You will have the strength and energy of before when the baby is born and not before. It is already assumed.

Meanwhile, we have added a closet to the children's play room where the child's clothes will go and we still don't know very well how we will sleep at night. Right now we are the parents, Jon, 6, and Aran, 3, all in the same room, with two joined beds of 150 and 70 cm. When Guim arrives we have two options: dusting the bassinet, just in case he decides to sleep for a little while in there, although I don't think so, or talk to Jon to sleep in his room. We have told him this sometime, in case he would prefer to sleep there, and for the moment he says yes, that he prefers to be alone so as not to wake up with the cries of his future newborn brother. We will see how we do it, although I already anticipate that it is not something that takes away our sleep.

For the rest, everything is ready. The bag with all the items that they ask for in the hospital, the clothes and the things of mom and the grandparents knowing that there is little left for them to receive the call of “can you come to stay with the children?”. The rest is just a matter of patience and nerves, because although it is already the third, you always have that bug of uncertainty, how everything will go and how our new little child will be.

Meanwhile Here we are waiting for you, Guim, just.