12 Week Ultrasound

March 26th, 2009. We did it! We're officially 12 weeks today. The picture on top is a profile of our babies very cute face. The one on the bottom is a full view. He/she has grown 30% since our 10 week ultrasound! Baby measures 2 inches now; about the size of a lime and in case you're wondering (probably not) my uterus is the size of a grapefruit. I am "sorta" starting to show. We had some 4D shots taken but those were creepy looking so we decided not to post them but I'll talk about them. In those shots, it looks like our baby has three legs. The "leg" in the middle is the beginning of the genitals and seeing that the "3rd leg" looked quite big I am convinced we are having a little boy. We'll know for sure in just 6 weeks! Stay tuned...

11 Weeks

There IS a light at the end of the tunnel! My energy is slowly coming back and all my nasty food cravings seem to be fading. I think my mood swings have simmered down a little too. Rob, please confirm :)

Next week is a major milestone. 12 weeks! I pray every day things keep moving along smoothly. I've never been a religious person, or thought too much about god for that matter, but after getting pregnant God and I have become pretty tight. He's a good buddy now. Thanks for taking care of my family big guy! I owe ya one!

10 Week Ultrasound

Today is an awesome day! Our baby is growing by leaps and bounds. He/she measured 1.5 inches and the heart is stronger - 164, yeah! We heard it for the 1st time today which gave us goosebumps. It's amazing how fast his/her little heart beats. Back to the ultrasound picture...at the top of the gestational sac is our little alien. The head is on the left and the little circular shape you see within the head is the brain. How cool is that?! The body is starting to form as well. You can't see it in this picture but he/she already has hands and feet. We saw them kicking around in the ultrasound. He/she is starting to look more and more like a baby!

A Moment of Weakness

9 weeks.  I am so nauseous and tired I can barely function. In addition, I can not button my jeans and no, I am not showing. I just look fat. Combined with mood swings, breakouts, insomnia, headaches and backaches I  am not doing well. I am surprised my husband hasn't asked for a divorce....I couldn't

 bear to be married to me! The only thing keeping me from jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge is knowing that I get to see our baby on the big screen in less then a week!!! I can't wait! Who ever said "pregnancy is a beautiful time in a woman' s life" is  full of crap and clearly hasn't taken a good look in the mirror!

Practice Makes Perfect!

At the beginning of week 8 I kindly volunteered us (meaning Rob) to babysit for our good friends who probably hate us now. At this point, we were not sharing the news with friends and I was determined to keep it a secret until the 1st trimester was safely over. I must admit, I selfishly wanted to bail on our good friends because I looked like a train wreck from being sick, and a few additional LB's from the Pizza and Pickles didn't help. To my surprise, Rob forced me to honor our commitment to babysit and forced me to "get off my ass" (a rather difficult task for a pregnant woman but at least he didn't say fat ass, right?). Like a good Stepford Wife, I did what I was told then put on a "cute" outfit i.e. oversized poncho with black stretchy leggings (not so cute). It was our duty to make sure our friends felt we were competent enough to watch their child for a few hours. Mmmmm... not so much. As soon as they left I parked my ass on the couch and lie there like a beached whale and force Rob to watch Cayden (AKA cute baby boy in the picture). Rob was doing a great job the first hour in-between chasing Cayden and catering to my ice cream demands. The second hour things took a turn for the worse when Rob decided to let Cayden rock on his unstable rocking horse. The poor little guy lost balance and "lightly" hit his head on the ground. Ohhhhhhh SHIT! The kid is going to have brain damage and it's all our fault! Cayden began to cry but Rob put on his Daddy suit and took matters in to his own hands. He kicked the beached whale off the couch and rocked  the little guy until he stopped crying.  I must confess, he did an excellent job and it was very cute to watch, so cute in fact, that I managed to snag a picture of it.

PS - Cayden had a bruise on his head the next day. Rob and I have never felt so awful about anything but the good news is the bruise healed and there was no brain damage. Our friends claim they're still friends but I am confident they will never ask us to babysit again!

Please Shoot Me!

Week 8 - I was not spared. Baby, I will buy you any car you want when you turn 16 if you promise to stop making me sick. In addition, I will even consider allowing you to date before 16. Mommy is so sick she is begging Daddy to knock her unconscious until the morning sickness fades.

Pizza and Pickles

 Bring on the grease and salt! Weeks 6-7 random food cravings kick into high gear. The thought of pizza brings me to tears, I "need it" like Rob "needs KFC" (washed down with an entire bag of chips and hot salsa) but in my case, I wash it down with pickles. Gross!!! I'll take nasty food cravings as long as I am spared morning sickness, which I have had none of. Phew!