Our first day in Florida was a pleasant affair, eating snacks by my mother’s pool and pizza for dinner, enjoying the company of family. Maggie in particular was excited to see her grandparents. I don’t really know what we did on the second day, which is a good thing. We over-scheduled ourselves badly in DC and needed time to really unwind. We may have gone to the playground; there was definitely time in the pool and I crashed–HARD–for a nap. At some point over dinner and conversation my mother asked (in a very non-intrusive, pleasant sort of way) if we were considering a second child. I said yes, perhaps looking at the end of 2011.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, an alarm bell went off in my head. “Self,” I pondered. “WHAT DAY IS IT?” Tom and I had lost all track of the dates on the calendar in our weeks of moving insanity.
Which is how 24 hours later I beheld two of the cheapest generic pregnancy test that Wallgreens had to offer, each sporting a jaunty blue “+” sign, and wished I had not washed down raw oysters with $1 mimosas at brunch a week prior.
In reality we’re thrilled to pieces, even though the only thing that can possibly make our trans-oceanic-continental move more stressful would be the addition of a first trimester of pregnancy. You may need to be a woman to become pregnant, but friends, it takes balls of steel to make it through a ten-hour flight with a toddler in the midst of crippling nausea and exhaustion. Try eating a hunk of United Airlines banana loaf without vomiting under normal circumstances. You’d cry too.
I actually can’t decide if this pregnancy is better or worse than with Maggie; I’m not erupting like Vesuvius at the merest provocation like last time, but the constant nausea and exhaustion is draining me in a way that it didn’t before. Tom has been a saint; pulling Super-Dad duty and handling 90% of Maggie’s needs (especially now since preparing Maggie’s morning yogurt is out of the question. I can’t even TYPE yogurt without feeling whoopsy in the belly). Next week I have to find it within myself to power up as Tom resumes his full-time work schedule for the first time in almost six weeks, but I really only have about a month of the first trimester left and all things considered, we’re rocking right along toward our due date of…11-11-11! We do it right around here.
The next part of our UK moving adventure is using a British midwife service (and possibly the NHS midwives as well, if necessary). This is a part of cultural immersion most people don’t get to experience. And sadly, no–this baby will not qualify for dual citizenship as that loophole was closed long ago. I’m not worried about it. Frankly, if either of our children run for President one day, I think the one born in Honolulu will probably have more problems proving citizenship.
One question, though: think we should send a birth announcement to the winery responsible for this baby? Yeah, tacky, you’re right. Too bad we already did it with Maggie and her winery. Thank you VERY much, Napa wine industry, for blessing our family twice. You’ve given us far more than we could ever give you.