A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

On January 20th I had my first ultrasound!  My husband and I arrived to greet a waiting room of people there to support us, and get a first peek of our little "nugget".  We were the last to get there, because I am always running late.  As my troop and I headed back to the ultrasound room, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach... a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

The technician instructed me to lay down and lift up my shirt, then she applied a gel to my naked tummy that surprisingly wasn't cold.  She placed the wand on my stomach, moved around a bit, and then there he/she was on a big screen at the front of the room.  I immediately burst into tears, and then had to pull myself together just as quickly, because the shaking of my stomach was distorting the picture of my beautiful baby.  I actually laid there holding my breath as much as possible so as not to mess the picture up. 

He/she moved and squirmed.  It rolled over, waved it's arms and kicked it's legs.  I have never seen anything so cool in my entire life.  I am totally in love with this little life inside of me, and I can't wait to meet you, my sweet baby.

("Baby Ray" at 11 weeks)

The Not so Pretty Side of Pregnancy.

Before I discovered that I was pregnant, my baby sister had made her own announcement of pregnancy.  My poor sister was sick morning, noon and night without much relief.  Fast forward a couple of weeks and oops, I'm pregnant too.  When I found out that I was expecting my very own bundle of joy I was only 3 weeks along, and in the 3 weeks to follow I felt fine!  I would look at my sister and shake my head with pity, and think, "I'm glad that's not me."  Well we all know what happens when you speak too soon! 

The day I turned 6 weeks, I didn't feel quite right.  The later in the evening it got, the worse I felt.  That night was our monthly bunco game, so I was a bit later getting home that evening.  I walked through the door, and greeted my husband as I promptly rushed by him and straight to the bathroom.  I'm sure we all can fill in the blanks on what happened next.  That night ended my reign over an easy breezy pregnancy. 

I'm 10 weeks now, and still battling sickness.  My doctor did prescribe me some medicine that has become my new best friend.  My husband and step-son, are becoming use to the noises in the bathroom, and don't run back there to check on me as often anymore.  My excessive sickness, led to the following conversation between me and my 8 year old step-son last night.


Jody: Mom, did you know that you were gonna get sick when you got pregnant?

Me: Yea, I knew there was a chance it could happen.

Jody: Well, you're sick all the time.  Did you know you were gonna do that?

Me: Well no, I didn't know that I would be sick all the time.

Jody: Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is... did you really think this thing through?  Because I know I wouldn't wanna be sick all the time.

Me: Yes son, I thought it through.

Jody: Eh, I don't really think you did.



Kids say the darndest things.

The Beginning.

Let's start with a little background. 

I met my now husband in July of 2009 through mutal friends.
On July 15th 2011, at his birthday party in front of our friends and family, he popped THE question.  (I said yes, of course.) 
We were married exactly 90 days later on October 15th 2011.
We honeymooned in Gatlinburg, TN (which is absolutely GORGEOUS in the fall, I highly recommend you go there).  
We came home and life commenced, which leads us to this...

My 1st ovulation post wedding was mid November.  The hubs and I talked about it, and agreed to start trying.  Our thought was, it would more than likely take a while before we actually conceived.... boy were we wrong.  Two days before I was to actually start my cycle, and become officially "late", a friend of mine told me she was absolutely convinced I was already pregnant.  I totally argued, thinking there was no way we were pregnant after the first try.  Fast forward to dinner time... I'm standing in the kitchen whipping up a masterpiece, no doubt (if you are familiar with my cooking, try not to laugh.  If you're not, lucky you.) when I realize, I have to pee.  I head to the bathroom, and figure "hey, I already have to go, and I have a test in the drawer... why not take one."  I did this mostly to prove to my friend that I was right and she was wrong, just for kicks.  I take the test, finish my business, and then looked over at the counter, prepared to throw the test away... but wait... I'm sorry... is that two lines?  I blinked, looked again... and immediately threw it down on the floor.  (Strange reaction I know, but I was in total shock).  I bent over, looked again, yep... there they were looking right back at me. 

So at this point, I've been hiding in the bathroom having my own private freak out for about 10 minutes. I finally came out and called for my husband to come... then quickly turned and shut myself back into the bathroom.  He came in the bathroom looking bewildered, and all I could do is point to the counter top where the test lay.  He picked it up, looked at me... and said (drumroll please) "Ok... why are you freaking out?" Not exactly the reaction I thought I'd get.  I guess I was hoping for him to gush, that I made all his dreams come true... oh and tears.  Eh, you win some you lose some. 
I ended up going to the store that night and purchasing another box of tests, came home drown myself in water and went and took all three at once... just to be sure, and oh we're sure.