Well, Hello Little Girl

Her name will be Miss Kaylee Pearl. The scan Monday took 2 hours because you are stubborn, just like both your parents. I figured since I was sippin' on some Coke all morning (without realizing - duh! babies like to move when caffeinated) for my heartburn, you would be a wiggle worm. But, you sat still most of the time. We watched you punch and kick me - so now I know what is what, which is kind of neat. The tech measured everything she could and all looks perfect. She even found a hamburger - instead of a hotdog ;) The tech said you weigh 10oz.

I will admit, I cried. I'm terrified of having a little girl. My family has always had this stereotype. Girls should do girl things. That breaks my heart into a million pieces just thinking about it. If you want to play in the dumpsters (like my brother did - I wasn't allowed), then by golly! You will. I'm also scared that you'll end up as a girlie girl - of which, I am not... I can't show you how to do your hair and makeup or what outfit looks cute with these shoes. I barely can do those things myself, which is why I typically keep things simple.

Things are still pretty rough health wise for me. Pregnancy migraines are the absolute worst. And the challenge to keep any kind of food down is still ongoing. Unfortunately, we have crappy insurance, so the meds that help most of the time are not covered for more than 4 days a month. How ridiculous is that?

So, here we are. Half way through baking you up so that world can meet what is most likely going to be the most precious and fun little girl.

Love, Momma

To you, Baby T.

Last night while getting situated in bed to go to sleep, I was looking at my stomach thinking - Wow... I really am growing a person. Then all of a sudden, you kicked the crap out of me and I saw it. It was THE weirdest thing I've seen. I called Brian and had him come sit with me for a bit. I've been trying to get him to feel your kicks and punches, but alas, you got quiet and went back to sleep.

Today we find out if you'll be a Kaylee or a Liam. I promise to stop calling you "Alien" when we find out... but, you have been hard on my little body to the point where if you don't let me eat and drink and keep it down, we're going to both end up in the hospital. So, please little baby... let Momma eat and feel good.

Love,
Mom

18 weeks and counting...

Today we had another appointment. She asked how I was doing and I said not good. After reviewing my chart for a moment she said "I am going to admit you for 24 hour observation." UHHH WHAT? I think the shock she saw in my face (and maybe even Brian's) made her think about more options.... so then she said "Or, we can do IV infusion for a few hours."

Yea. Lets do that. The good thing about having either other those things done, means I can most likely get my Rx covered by insurance.

Anyways... bottomline, still miserable. Kid maybe an only child. We find out the gender Monday.

16 weeks

I'll be 16 weeks tomorrow. Crazy. Things haven't really changed a whole lot except I'm growing outward and my ligaments are starting to bother me. I can't get comfortable to save life and from what I hear, it only gets worse... Yay!

Tell me again how any kid has siblings?

Psyche!

Ugh. Ok.. so I did indeed jinx myself... the following day after my last post, I resumed all the nastiness. My energy went away and I feel like crap all over again.

Christmas was good overall. Somehow I managed not to get sick while we were traveling, but I was super tired.

That's basically all the energy I have for today... cyas next time...

Happy New Year.

Over the hump and through the woods....

Just in time for Christmas... it appears that all of the junk I've been dealing with for the past 2 months is now GONE. I don't want to jinx myself, but as of Friday, my energy level was up and I was feeling a bit like my old self again. WOOT!

AND... I'm pudgy. EEK. Some of my jeans don't fit anymore.. in fact, I have only 2 pair of pants (1 work and 1 pair of jeans) that do fit... anything else and I have to use the bella band... weird.

I am looking forward to eating more now... I miss me some cali rolls, Arbys and King Ranch casserole... Here's hoping for a great 2nd trimester!

We go back to the doctor tomorrow.

The house has been completely recarpeted, which is such a huge sigh of relief... we got some home improvement store gift cards for Christmas, so I'm hoping to get some solid 6 panel doors for the bedrooms and just regular 6 panel doors for the rest of the house.. and new door knobs.

Why is it that the home builders use chrome and brass for fixtures? I'm switching everything to nickle. But, we have to see how far these gift cards stretch... we may only get to buy a portion right now and save for the rest.

Nausea update

So, the morning (HAHA..all day) sickness is still kicking me in the head. Shortly after my last post, I started getting sick up to 10 times a day. NOT FUN. I am having more good days than before, so I'm hoping that the end is near for all of the nonsense.

Brian and I went to our first doctor's visit on November 19th. He was so intrigued by everything. It was fun to watch. He's pretty excited. I wish I could say the same. I think I will be once I stop being so sick. The baby is measuring 5 days small, so that could be one of three things... due date is wrong, something is wrong, baby is just small. I was given a Rx for my sickness, but I try not to take it if I can deal. We got back on December 22nd.

We did have a productive weekend. We're having the house re-carpeted. OMG what a difference! We should be able to finish up this weekend, but I have no idea if we'll be able to get the rooms cleared out in time. Brian won't let me help when I feel bad. Nor will he let me lift much, which is probably a good thing anyway.

We also got a new puppy. His name is Chewy and if he weren't so damn cute, I would be annoyed by his late night whining. I'm working on breaking that habit. Hopefully by the end of the week. I know Brian is annoyed, which is another reason I'm trying to get it corrected ASAP. He'll be a good dog for Cooler though. This is the only thing I can think of to help calm Cooler down some. I'm really afraid he'll trample the baby, which means, he'll be spending a lot of time outside. :(

Work is... going. The noise pollution is ridiculous, so I still can't concentrate. December is the busiest time of the year for us, so I can only imagine how many mistakes I'll make while trying to do budgets and media planning with idiots across the room talking about blue poop (an actual topic, although it has only come up once, thank goodness).

Can't wait to be a SAHM/Freelancer FT.