the waiting game

Four and a half more weeks to go!

We can't wait to meet you Baby Homer!

coming up for air

We're still here, just a smidgen busy though. 60 days to go before the big arrival and as if that isn't enough, we've decided to put our house on the market in hopes to make a step up to more room (and rooms). No showings yet, but some interest, so we're crossing our fingers and praying that we will be able to sell it and avoid the 6% realtor commission. Between doctor's visits, playdates, MOPS gearing back up, Wesley getting ready for preschool, getting the house ready for showings, making time to nap, etc., I just haven't had much desire to blog. I'll probably be a bit more sporadic since life is only going to get busier, but I'll be around. There will MOST DEFINITELY be pics of the new arrival, don't worry your pretty little heads about that one. But I'll probably check back in before that happens!

See you around!

Caroline

it's all in my head

Being pregnant makes me dream crazy things.

For instance, the other night I dreamt that I went to VA to visit my bloggy pal Lula. Actually I was going to take care of her girls for her while she and her hubby went on a trip. Seeing as how I have never met Lula in person, I don't think she would go for this plan if it was the first time we were meeting. Anyway, I took her oldest to this quaint little downtown area for some shopping and ice cream. We walked around for hours only to return home to discover that Lula's youngest had been at home napping. I was mortified that I would have neglected to check the house for Lula's baby girl, but since she slept the whole time we were gone, I didn't feel that bad. The rest of the time I stayed with them we ate lots of food and played lots of games. Then Lula and Mr. Lula came home. That's all I remember.

The dream that I had last night got even weirder. I dreamt that Mr. Baseball didn't even exist anywhere in my world and that I had just recently married...

I think I need a minute.

(Ahem) Okay, now I've never been one to swoon over McDreamy, but that picture IS quite nice if I do say so myself. Anywho, we went on our honeymoon (sorry, no details to report from that one) only to return to discover that my sister had given birth to Baby Jack two days earlier and neglected to tell me. We stopped by the hospital to visit them and Baby Jack was adorable. He also weighed 8 lbs 20 oz. Yes, you read that right, 8 pounds and 20 ounces. They were getting ready to take Baby Jack home and my sister was dressed in a pair of her pre-pregnancy jeans and a tight fitting top. I remember wanting to vomit all over her in disgust. (FYI - Baby Jack is still in utero, but expected to make his debut anyday. If he does not come out voluntarily, they'll be sending in the Pitocin on Wednesday to force an appearance.)

And just one more thing because I know you're wondering...McDreamy and I lived happily ever after.

the 10th week and some funnies

I am officially 10 weeks and 3 days today.


Wheeeeeeeeee!


I went to the doctor yesterday...wasn't able to hear the heartbeat yet, but the baby was moving. The doctor said she could hear the heartbeat whizzing by the doppler, but couldn't pinpoint it. It appears there may be a busy-body in my body. Either that or the baby already doesn't like doctors. Good thing we saw a strong heartbeat last week!

And FYI, peeing before you are weighed by the nurse doesn't really affect your weight at all. Stupid scale.

I also found out that my risk of getting pre-eclampsia is higher because I've had it before. Really only about 10-15%, but that still seems kind of high to me. I informed the doctor that I CANNOT go on bedrest this time since I will have a 2 1/2 year old to chase around. She laughed at me and said..."Okay, whatever." I can tell we're gonna get along great! She understands me.

My next appt. is April 29th and I'll be approx 14 1/2 weeks. Hopefully we'll get to hear a good heartbeat then.

And now for something COMPLETELY different (but still pregnancy related)...

Nan reminded me yesterday of a funny story from when I worked at the pregnancy care center.

When a woman would come in for a pregnancy test, we would first ask her certain questions and get to know her a little bit. The questions had to do with her periods, if she used birth control, what types of pregnancy symptoms she might have, and then we would start to talk about her support system and how she might feel about a possible pregnancy at that time.

This one client I had wasn't exactly the spiciest Dorito in the bag (if you know what I mean) and was trying to explain some of her symptoms to me. The conversation went something like this...

Me: What kinds of symptoms have you had?

Client (speaking very fast and with a very southern accent): Well, I've been feeling naw...naw...nawsuss...

Me: Nauseous?

Client: Well, yes. I've been vomicking a lot.

Me: (biting my lip and trying hard not to laugh) Oh, so you've also been vomiting?

Client: That's right.


This client also said another funny while I was with her. Often our clients, a good many of whom were unemployed or in desperate financial situations, would apply to receive Pregnancy Medicaid through the Department of Social Services (or DSS). Here's what she said about that.

Client (still speaking very fast and with very southern accent): So, I think I need to get some help with this pregnancy, like with money and all. I think I need to go to the Department of Service Services.

Me: (If I had had liquid in my mouth, she would have been wearing it) Oh, you mean the Department of Social Services? I'll give you a paper that will tell you what you need to take up there to get Medicaid.


She was a very sweet girl - not very well educated, but wanted to do what was best for her baby and I totally respect her for that. And she provided me with a couple good laughs. All in a day's work.


I'll be updating you all about things in the pregnancy and such as we go along. And I think maybe I'll ask the nurse to weigh me like this next time.

That way it will be more accurate.

at last...

The day has finally come where I feel I can announce some news that Mr. Baseball and I have known about for several weeks.


WE ARE EXPECTING BABY NO. 2!!!!!!



We are excited that our family will be expanding on or around October 24th of this year (that makes me 9 weeks and 2 days) and are proud to say that there is only one baby in utero (not that we were worried or anything, but twins have to start somewhere you know).

I have been feeling pretty good, but just lacking a lot of motivation to clean house. This is obviously not a pregnancy symptom since it was here long before I ever got knocked up. I have been tired though, and hungry. Food never tastes as good as when you're pregnant (Note to self: this kind of thinking is what packed on 60 lbs last time!).

I digress. Anyway, here is a picture of "Homer" as we are calling him/her. We will probably find out what the baby's gender is, however until we do, we will call it "Homer". The Redhead has even become attached to this name.

Here's Homer's first picture...

Beautiful!

The only thing not beautiful about this experience was the fact that I had a completely full bladder and the ultrasound tech kept jiggling the wand up and down on my stomach in efforts to get Homer to move. I almost lost my bladder function. She's lucky I didn't. It would have been TOTALLY her fault.