When we were planning to conceive our third child, I told Dr. Toy Warden I wanted to have it due in May or June so I could avoid being pregnant in the heat of summer and could enjoy nice weather with my small baby instead of being cooped up inside like I was with the girls. Both Rose and Lily have fall birthdays and it wasn’t a lot of fun. I made it through the summer, but I swelled up a lot with the heat and felt hot always. After they were born, it got cold pretty quickly and we were stuck inside until the spring.
Dr. Toy Warden and I are really good at fertility (I’d donate some of our fertility if I could), so we got our early June due date for #3 just like we planned. Most years in our region it is cold until May. I thought for sure I’d only have one month of warm weather. I bought all winter maternity clothes in preparation for being pregnant during mostly cold months. They were predicting another harsh winter (ha ha), so I thought I was being smart. I have enough leftover, unstained summer maternity clothes from the girls to maybe make it work for a month– not 3 months.
And here we are in March on our second day of 85+ degree temperatures. Dr. Toy Warden says the weather did this to spite me. I THINK I can get away with being pregnant without being hot, but clearly I am mistaken. Entire ecosystems go out of balance to make sure I spend at least 3 months of my pregnancy sweating, swelling and in a very limited wardrobe.
And so, the ridiculous heat wave this summer is not due to global warming or whatever other explanation may be afoot. It is hot right now because I tried to have a late spring baby instead of a late summer/early fall one. It is all my fault.
Why were there three Woof Woofs in that picture? Three girl Woof Woofs at that?
Well, come June, there will be three little girls in this house who need three Woof Woofs. That’s right, come June we will be adding a Violet to our Lily and Rose bouquet!
When Lily found out she was going to have a new sibling, she immediately wanted to make the baby its own Woof Woof. We had to go to Build-A-Bear when I was only 8 weeks pregnant to fulfill her request. I felt absolutely ridiculous making a Woof Woof so early with Lily yelling to everyone that we were making it for the baby in my tummy, but we had a coupon for a free Build-A-Bear and Lily insisted that it be the baby’s Build-A-Bear!
We saved dressing it for when we found out the gender.
I was absolutely sure this baby was going to be a boy. I had morning sickness this time and had none with Rose and Lily. The heartrate has been in the 140s the whole time while Lily and Rose were always in the 160s. EVERYONE thought this was a boy. Even Lily thought it was a boy. Her reasoning? The baby had no hair in the 12-week ultrasound picture. No hair = boy.
My husband and I have been calling the baby a boy name since before it was even conceived! Our logic behind this was everyone we knew who was pregnant at that moment was having a boy. When I was pregnant with Lily and Rose, everyone was having a girl. See? Had to be a boy.
We were wrong! And it’s a very good thing– we’ll save a ton on clothes, toys and decorating.
The day we found out that we were having a Violet, we rushed to Build-A-Bear to genderize Woof Woof III, or as Lily calls it, Little Baby Woof Woof.
And yes, part of the new baby’s name really is Violet. Our girls go by their middle names on this blog and all three have flower middle names. It sort of happened by accident. Flower middle names were the best sounding choices for Lily and Rose. By the time that happened, we were sort of cemented into making sure any more gilrs we have have a flower middle name.
I’m glad I got a chance to use one of the only viable flower names left! People kept teasing me with Daisy and Tulip, but the good choices left that I can think of are Violet and Ivy. Violet beat out Ivy big time though. And there won’t be a next time, so Rose, Lily and Violet will be our final family bouquet.