Sunday, April 22, 2012
Heartbeat!!!
While at my brother's new house, my mom checked for a heartbeat. It took a while to get the right angle but we heard a heartbeat yesterday. A strong 180 beats per minute. My mom is convinced it's a girl and has named her Leia (not going to happen). The only bummer is that Alan wasn't there to hear it. He was out shootin' with the boys (that's another story). We tried to find it again but no such luck. My next midwife appointment will be at 12 weeks.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Appointment update
I had my midwife appointment yesterday. It went well, I'm still pregnant. We couldn't find a heartbeat with the doppler, but 8 weeks is a little early to hear it. I was a little disappointed but I'm feeling more confident in the pregnancy. For one thing, I can't button my pants any more. And I'm nauseous all. day. long. Not fun, but reassuring. The midwife said it's hard to find the heart beat when babies are so small (I believe the size of a kidney bean right now) but, she thought the baby was moving around. My mom is borrowing a doppler from her clinic and we are going to try again Saturday night. If we still can't find it, my midwife said I could pop in for a quick heart beat check in week 10 if I wanted.
Right now I'm battling Luke over breakfast. He would like an english muffin with butter and sugar on it (no doubt, he got that from his dad). I told him his topping options are butter (without sugar), peanut butter or jam. Of coarse, he reacted by running to his room crying over my tyranny. A similar exchange has happened two more times this morning and he has now settled on apples, cheese and crackers.
I'm trying to find the energy to clean up because my house is gross and covered in little dried play dough bits. But, I'm exhausted and it's only 9:30am. I'd use synthetic energy (aka coffee) but that makes me want to barf.
I think I'll just lie in bed for the next few weeks instead.
Right now I'm battling Luke over breakfast. He would like an english muffin with butter and sugar on it (no doubt, he got that from his dad). I told him his topping options are butter (without sugar), peanut butter or jam. Of coarse, he reacted by running to his room crying over my tyranny. A similar exchange has happened two more times this morning and he has now settled on apples, cheese and crackers.
I'm trying to find the energy to clean up because my house is gross and covered in little dried play dough bits. But, I'm exhausted and it's only 9:30am. I'd use synthetic energy (aka coffee) but that makes me want to barf.
I think I'll just lie in bed for the next few weeks instead.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Jordan's 21 run and Easter

Alan photo bombing with jello shots
My baby brother turned 21 last week. Myself and his other older siblings (and in-laws) half been taunting him for the last year. There were threats of throwing up in public and getting arrested but it ended up being pretty tame. Probably because I was the designated driver and kept all the drunks in line. In fact Jordan was the only one of us that didn't participate in any underage drinking (go figure).
We went to three places: an Irish pub with live music, a fancy beer bar, and a dive bar. At the dive bar we played pool and Alan drank enough to karaoke Bon Jovi (the highlight of the evening).
We went to three places: an Irish pub with live music, a fancy beer bar, and a dive bar. At the dive bar we played pool and Alan drank enough to karaoke Bon Jovi (the highlight of the evening).The next morning was Easter. Luke, Marie and Russell opened their baskets and I cooked everyone breakfast.
Marie and Russ in disguise.
Luke was so excited every time he found an egg and shouted "AN EGG!" Until he found a rolly poly and then he wasn't interested in search for eggs anymore. Bugs trump candy.
Russell opening all his eggs from the hunt.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Hcg

I pulled this image from a hcg search, ignore the red "data" line, it doesn't apply to me
All of this is very reassuring but I still feel like I have a 50/50 chance. I know I'm pregnant but I'm guarded. I'm having a hard time telling people because it causes me to become more emotionally invested in the pregnancy. The more invested I am, the harder it will be if things don't work out. Plus, my last baby stopped growing at 6.5 weeks. I think I'll feel better after I hear a heart beat.
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