Dishing with Dee Dee

Dee Dee, or the woman better known as my mom recently had surgery to repair the rotator cuff in her right shoulder. She's had a lot of free time on her hands and so we've been talking on a regular, almost daily basis. We've had some good conversations recently and today was no different.

While talking with my mom this evening, she remarked that I looked like I was glowing. She even ventured to make a guess that baby #2 is a boy. Obviously she didn't have any concrete information as to why she felt this way, but it made she said I looked like I was having a boy. It made me giggle because I have no idea what we're having and I don't have a feeling one way or the other. My mom doesn't have a preference either, she just had a feeling that this baby may be a boy.

My mom and I then discussed a reoccurring statement that irks me to no end, "I bet Ian hopes it's a boy..." Are you kidding me?!? Neither of us have a preference on gender and contrary to popular belief, Ian isn't hard pressed to have a son to carry on our last name. Simply put, he wants a healthy baby, boy or girl. I obviously feel the same way and couldn't care less about whether or not baby #2 is a boy or a girl. A little boy would be great, but so would another little girl.

We then discussed a question my mother-in-law recently posed, "Can I be in the delivery room?" HELL NO! In all honesty, my mother-in-law is the last person on the face of the Earth that I would ever want in the delivery room. The amount of stress this woman inflicts on our daily lives is often too much to handle and I couldn't imagine the amount of stress she would bring to the delivery room. Ian and I are both certain that she does not belong in the delivery room. We thought maybe giving her a specific, yet very important job (i.e. taking care of Bella) would suffice, but she suggested that my mom take care of Bella because she was in the delivery room the last time. As disappointed as she may be, she needs to understand that I am the one giving birth and therefore, I am the one who gets to decide who is in the delivery room. She will not be allowed in the delivery room and she will just have to understand that... end of story. I asked my mom to be in the delivery room when I had Bella; she never asked or assumed she would be there. I wanted Ian and my mom there for comfort and support, which they both provided quite well. Labor and delivery is not some dog and pony show!!!

It's hard to believe that in just 5 short months, we will be back in labor and delivery. I am looking forward to meeting this little one, but I also have some anxiety about giving birth again. My labor and delivery with Bella was relatively easy, with the exception of me hemorrhaging afterward. I didn't have time to be nervous when I had Bella because my labor was so quick and delivery was a breeze. I think I'm anxious because I fear that labor and delivery will be difficult this time. What if there are complications with the baby? What if I have to have a c-section? There are so many "what ifs" and it's strange because this is my second child. I know it seems silly because this isn't my first rodeo, but I can't fight these anxious feelings. This too shall pass...

Well, it's been a long day and I am one tired mama. Good night y'all!

Love always,
Ian, Kim, Bella & Baby #2