Again?

I start this entry with much reserve, not because I intend to publish it anytime soon, but because of that reason. With my luck somehow this would become published and the news would be "out". So until I'm ready to actually post my feelings this will have to be my "Baby Chronicles" the journey towards Baby #3.

I am 6 weeks pregnant. Something we did not plan for at this time, but something we are now excited about.

I admit my hesitance is due to personal, selfish reasons. 22 months really isn't that unheard of between children and is only moving the arrival of this child by about 6 months. I have come to the conclusion that this child is ready to come down now, and not later and that understanding sometimes comes with time. Time of which I seem to have plenty of...


I found a thing called a ticker on Teandra's website and as a personal joke between John and I, posted one. It had 2 purposes Thanksgiving which is when we were supposed to go to Texas, something we have been looking forward to since last Thanksgiving. When we found out our Baby was due on Thanksgiving day (like I mentioned what timing) I thought how fun. Well I have a couple of readers that were observant to say the least. Only another girl who is newly pregnant would know that a pregnancy is 240 days long...although I didn't even pick up on that myself. The news has been quite a shocker to say the least and since we hadn't even spoken to our parents and was dealing with the information, for the 1st time in YEARS I found myself lying...or rather bending the truth. I hope that Kelsey and Silvia will forgive me when the news comes out.


4.24.08
A few weeks have passed and I'm sick. It came upon me slowly about 2 weeks ago. I am now 9 weeks pregnant so shortly after my last writing. I HATE being pregnant. I can't seem to remember the reasons why I didn't mind it but I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere in my 2nd trimester. For now the smells, especially anything with garlic in it make me gag-I even struggle with pizza, drinking water makes me start convulsing, and only oranges and bananas seem to make me happy. Actually I'm doing ok with salad which is different from my last pregnancy. I still love Taco Bell's 7-Layer Burritos, probably because they are pretty bland but it seems to get me enough protein to suffice my stomach for a while. I'm still not loving chocolate and I actually find myself sick if I eat sweets, with the exception of Strawberries over Vanilla Ice cream right before bed. We are in the phase of quick meals...preferably without any smells. My favorite being quesedillas, mac n cheese and any kind of pancake or breakfast food. I know could this writing be anymore about food?


I feel bad for the girls as I'm just not myself. I don't have the energy and find myself gagging during storytime with McKenna and in the bathroom when she's doing her "duty" which I think is putting a real damper on potty training. I think McKenna can sense the change or maybe she really does understand when we told our parents in front of her that I'm pregnant. She's again reverting back to "baby" which is driving both John and I crazy.


I had John give me a blessing last Saturday, the 19th. I meant to get it sooner but it easily slips your mind in the middles of tantrums and bedtime routines. It was a good blessing, although I was hoping for a promise that the sickness would go away. I was promised that I would be given strength to play with the kids and to run...although with my sick belly I've lost the desire to run and almost to even pretend that I'm not pregnant.


John's in a mad dash to get the garage fixed up so that he can attend to fixing up the rest of the house. I have found myself restless in this house I love. With an upcoming child and limited play and storage space for the toys and stuff that comes with each age the walls seem to be closing in on me. I wish we could just start looking for another house because it seems like I'm always cold, there is clutter everywhere (Which doesn't even have to do with the house but my bad habits). I want to just start throwing stuff away, who knows maybe I should and will...


I know it's early but I've actually been thinking of names. John has X'ed Laney, which I thought was cute. I love the name Paige and actually hope I win on this one but John's not loving it. I keep thinking it's a boy, but the logical girl in me knows that chances are slim with surprises. Although Tiffany did point out that there are a lot of boys who are adopted that she knows were not planned. :)


One last thing: Silvia, my Sister-in-Law is pregnant. Actually due about a week after I am...well guestimating. Kind of ironic with the whole drama...Funny enough they still hope to make it to Texas for Thanksgiving. She's a Brave girl! Or else I'm just overly cautious...I think we'll be making it to Texas ourselves the 1st week of October. At least we're still going which I'm excited for...once we make it through the plane rides.


5.7.08
So I went to my1st Dr's appointment last Thursday-May 1st, except it was just the ultrasound and blood work, but it has definitely made everything a little more "real." As I sat there looking at the screen I saw the lil bean immediately pop up and a heart beat appear, my jaw dropped and shockingly I heard myself say, "Little Terd, that's what's been making me so sick." Honestly I was a little shocked at the angry edge in my voice. After the pictures were printed out (to which I can't even find now) and the tech had left the room I burst into tears wondering what we were going to do. For some reason there is an empty feeling, a hollowness of not knowing that engulfs me everytime I think of the future. It was this moment I chose to "break" the news to my sister Shelly. She went through this at the same time I got pregnant with Tyler. She joked about May day and April Fools not being interchange-able but she was very empathetic...


While I was at the Dr's I guess McKenna started asking John for "Mommy". It was then he decided to explain to her that I was at the Dr's and that I had a baby growing in my tummy. McKenna always surprises me in one way or another. I wonder if she really understands what's going on but John said she seemed to understand and accepted it. On days that are really bad she asks me if I'm sick...which I wonder if it's a trick question because she seems to take on my pains whether it is sickness or injury.


The nurse last week had told me it was ok to not take my prenatal since I'd been so sick, and the blood tech commented on how pale and awful I looked. That's always nice to hear. I did get a perscription for Zofran-the generic but it's been quite helpful and I haven't waited as long as I was to take it since the convulsions are getting stronger and stronger if I don't. Unfortunately yesterday I received a letter in the mail from my OB's office saying that I am Anemic and I need to start taking Iron pills. That will go over well with my stomach I'm sure. I've been trying to double up on my intake of "iron" foods and drinking more juice when I do to help absorption but honestly I can't stress my hate for food and the bad reaction my stomach has towards even thinking of foods, let alone the faintest of a foul smell. If my stomach isn't churning to vomit, then my bowels seem to be turning upset for some reason or another. I LOVE being pregnant...