When I made my last post, I was in the latter end of the first menstrual cycle I’d charted using a moonwheel. I began a little after that period ended, and because I was paying attention, I noted the area when I suspected I had ovulated – something I used to do in years past but was just getting back into.
And I excitedly started on a new charting month when later on, the signs all led to impending period. I waited. And I waited. I took a pregnancy test early on and saw nothing, so I moped at the loss of what had seemed like the return of regular cycles for me.
Still nothing a week later and I went… okay. Maybe one more test.
One more turned quickly into five more (I like to be thorough) and with that, we’ve got our fourth member on their way late this coming January. 🙂
This will 100% be our last baby – while I love my daughter and I know I will love this little new bean, there is a cost-benefit return for me when it comes to amount of children vs my abilities as a mother. With birth work, and lactation work, I am mothering other parents so frequently – there are so many ways that I can nurture. And I welcome them all.
This is my mountain baby. This baby will hopefully be born at home while snow is piled up outside my door, and we will all snuggle together, the four of us, in warmth and love. I know better than anyone that the Birth Fairy loves to sprinkle her mischievous dust on the concrete plans and the “This WILL happen” of expectant parents, so I will be doing exactly none of that. But we can hope, and that’s exactly what we’ll do.
Today is the first day of fall – it was a smoky, hot, yucky summer. But now autumn is here, rain has come (wonderful rain), I will be 23 weeks along come Sunday, and with recent very exciting professional developments, I am so ready for the rest of this year.