First OB appointment

On Friday I had my first OB appointment with the midwife. We went over the usual stuff, but the paperwork I filled out in the beginning was all about depression. I asked if this was the right paperwork and they assured me it was. So I filled it out and failed it. Now, I'm not depressed or anything but yeah it sucks to not feel like yourself anymore, to be tired all the time, to feel like a bad mom because your too tired to be fully engaged with your child, to live in a dirty house because you don't feel up to cleaning it and so on. Yeah it sucks, but I'm not depressed over it. So now they are going to ask me every visit how things are going in that department and unless I really feel "depressed" I will just have to smile and nod. Everyone else says its normal to feel the way I do. I'm am not a good pregnant person, I don't like it that much, especially the first the trimester! Glad this is the last one.

Anyways, the appointment went well. I got see Deucer again and heart was beating away and it started to buck while I was watching which was funny. I measured a little bit ahead but nothing to worry about or due dates to change. It must have had a recent growth spurt or the midwife measured it wrong ( I did have to help her a little bit to even find Deucer). They wanted to know if I was interested in doing a non-invasive test that detects chromosomal abnormalities for a mere $400.00 ! I thought to myself "Why do I have to pay $400 when the girls on Medicaid get this test for free?!?! Even the low risk moms!" debt crisis anyone? I guess I will just have to do my own test on myself. Ok off my soap box.

B man is learning how to pick up his toys when he is done playing with them. It's kind of funny because he gets so pissed that he has to clean up. I won't let him watch his favorite show or take him outside until he does it. He puts up a fight for a while but as long as I stay strong he'll do it, kicking and screaming the whole time. I wonder how it will be when he is around 10 years old? Yikes!

Dare Devil

New game at my house! Lets see how high we can jump off of stuff and land on our butt. Since putting couch cushions near the slide indoors and jumping from the top of the slide onto cushions, B is looking for higher and scarier things to jump off of. He doesn't care that there aren't always cushions to jump on. So he jumps off the couch, off the steps, off the bed and so on. It can be pretty scary at times. He also just learned to jump into the pool and go under water. Instead of us catching him before he goes under, now we let him and he really likes it. He really enjoys the pool and has so much fun. Plus, its great afterwards too because he'll sleep for a good three hours when we get home. The Caillou obsession is still going strong. For those of you who don't know who Caillou is, he a a four year old cartoon character who goes on adventures. I must say, he (Caillou) has saved my butt a few times these last couple of weeks. As much as I hate plopping B in front of the T.V, some days I am too sick to care. B is a typical boy. With all the rain we have been getting lately there are puddles all around. He is like a moth to light with those darn things. He just wants to jump and splash in them. Now at home when he spills his water on the carpet or the harwoods, he will jump in (and sometimes purposely land on his butt like its the swimming pool). He doesn't get that it is not deep enough for that. Never mind the mess.

Nothing really that new with the Deucer. I don't know why I call it that, it just came to me. You know, #2, Deuce, Deucer, The Deucer. B was Pukie for a long time until he found out he was a Boy and then we just called him my his name. I still feel sick on and off (thank God for the off's) and experienced my first vomit and urination at the same time. I figured with all the pushing I did with B and the lack of control I was left with that this day would eventually come. I will try and empty my bladder before I get real sick so that I do that again. B kinda looked at me and probably thought "even I know your suppose to pee on the floor". Maybe we can share diapers.

Two and Threw

As long as everything goes as planned, this will definitely be my last pregnancy. So much so that I want Mike to have the big "V" before the baby fever kicks in at about 1 yr of age. That way I will have no choice, whats done will be done. I just don't see us with more than two kids. Plus, this pregnancy thing isn't as fun as I thought I remembered. Don't get me wrong, there are parts of it I really enjoyed, but I think I said this before, overall I just don't really like it.

So glad that our family knows now (and I guess now the few followers of this blog), It was really hard not telling people until we saw a heartbeat. I don't know how other couples manage to wait until after the first trimester. All of our friends will probably know by Mike's birthday (I will be almost out of the first trimester by then.) We are very excited and wanted to blurt it out every time the family was around.

I finally got my Zofran and have taken it a couple times. The morning sickness is different this time. It comes and goes. I believe this time with B it was constant. Not to down play it or anything, but when its here its pretty bad. I don't remember with B my boobs being quite this sore either and I don't remember being this tired and light headed either, maybe I was too busy puking that I didn't notice the other symptoms.

THE CHALLENGE FOR THIS BABY.... We (ok mostly me) do not want to find out the sex of the baby. I know you all doubt my ability to do this, but with every one's support, I think I can. I really do want to wait this time. So please help my cause and try not to sabotage it.

Puke count so far= 4

Pool Day!

The other day we all went down to my sister's pool. We had a blast. B got some water wings from his cousin and was off in the kiddie pool floating around. He didn't want to be touched he just wanted to do his own thing. He would walk on his hands and let his feet float behind him, occasionally he would drink water but overall was pretty good at keeping his head up. He also has no fear of water. He would just walk up to he edge and jump right in. We had to keep a very close eye on him. They also had fountains at the pool and he loved running through those. Thank God the water was pretty warm because I too jumped in to cool off. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the pool wasn't all that busy. Prefect!

SSSHHHH it's a Secret.

I hate not telling our families the big news. It kills me every time we get together because I just want to blurt it out. Luckily when I am caving Mike is there to stop me and when Mike starts to cave I am there to stop him. We both agreed it would be best to wait and see a heartbeat before we told our families. We would like to get B man a shirt that says "I'm going to be a big brother", and see how long it takes people to notice, but it might just get blurted out anyways because we are so excited. We are also so nervous. Nervous about affording another baby, taking care of another baby, keeping this baby inside til its time, and all the other stuff that runs through your head.





So far ...





I am 4 weeks and 5 days pregnant





I am feeling tired and hungry all the time. I am emotional and sometimes irrational (sorry Mike). I feel bloated and fat already and I know that my belly button will stick out by the the end of the first trimester (its already pretty flat). I am also feeling very scared for morning sickness, if its anything like last time, I am screwed. Zofran is already on order. The knowing what is coming (morning sickness) is very stressful and I am trying to spend some good quality time with B because I probably won't be here soon.





My next ultrasound will be on the 4th of July and if all goes well I will tell my family. My first Dr. appoint is the 29th of July.





Stick baby stick!!!

A Father's Day I Won't Forget

By the time you read this the reality will have sunk in... I'm Pregnant...again! Mike and I have been trying for 9 months to have another baby. I'm not going lie, it has been frustrating. This time I decided to pee on those darn ovulation sticks everyday and make sure our timing was perfect because honestly at this point thethought of medication was becoming an option. So we did. And now we are! I knew that based off of when the sticks said I was going to ovulate that I could test father's day weekend and thought what a perfect present for my husband. So Saturday morning I got up earlier so that I could make Mike breakfast and snuck down stairs to pee on a pregnancy stick. I wasn't having high hopes, but did it anyways. I sat there and watched the dye move up the stick until it had completely saturated the control line. Looking before it I saw stark WHITE, nothing. Bummed out I went to make B's bottle and said to myself "why did you test on father's day?! Now your whole day is going to be ruined." I went back to throw out the stick and there it was, A SECOND LINE! I started shaking uncontrollably, at this point I had seen nothing but negative tests for 9 months. I started crying and then realized, I better test again to make sure this isn't a fluke. I snuck into our room for another stick, looking at Mike sleeping, I wanted to jump on him and scream, but I decided to wait a make sure. Sure enough another positive test!





I wrapped up the test in packing tape, in the shape of a gift card and finished making breakfast and getting B man up. I told Mike to get dress and come down stairs because I had a surprise for him. He came down and saw his breakfast waiting, then I said "close your eyes and stick out your hands because I have another surprise for you". So he did and opened his cards. Then I said the same thing, so he held out his hands and closed his eyes and I set the test in his hand (he thought it was a gift card). He looked at it and didn't say anything, just stared for like 10 seconds and then I said "Happy Father's day, I'm pregnant!!!!!!!". He started smiling and said "I thought this was one of you ovulation sticks, and I was going to say its definitely negative." We laughed and I cried a little.





So here we go again! Hopefully!

Picking Up Chicks!

No, not B man... me! Although B does the leg work for me, but once his job is done I take over. I'm talking about meeting other moms at the park, mall, or around town. I'm trying to make friends since one of my "besties" skipped town. It's not so easy meeting other women your age and in your same scenario when you don't go to school and you've exhausted all your options at work. Church would be a great place to meet people if it weren't for the fact that there are about 8,000 people that attend your church, no joke. So I resort to parks and play areas. The other day a met a girl with two small boys, her youngest is 2. She seems really nice and is a stay-at-home mom which is even better (I hate when they work during the week because that is when I'm off). We have been talking for awhile and plan on meeting up again.