Oh, Baby!

"Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be." - Carrie Fisher

Coffee is disgusting. And so is tuna, and spaghetti. And avocado.

It's official. I'm a hormone souffle. A hormone smorgasbord. There is a pea in my pod.

I am growing a tiny human.

Several weeks ago, just in time for our fifth wedding anniversary, we found out we are pregnant with baby #3! I know you're wondering...most everyone is asking. Yes, it was planned. No, it wasn't an accident. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl...actually, we're kinda hoping for a puppy (just kidding...but in all seriousness, either gender is just perfectly fine).

We had our first appointment with the new midwife, last week. She found the heart beat, but it took awhile. Baby just kept moving away from the doppler. Little stinker. Isaiah got to go to the appointment with me. He is soooo excited he got to hear Baby!! He is super into all this baby stuff.

This week, we had our first ultrasound just to make sure everything is A-Okay and to get a closer guesstimate on the due date. Both kids got to go! They didn't care about it much during the actual appointment, but now they're pretty obsessed with the pictures. Isaiah says baby looks like a monkey. And Jayme says baby looks like a dragon.

Baby is strong and healthy. Super active during the ultrasound. Its heart beat is around 160bpm. The ultrasound tech said I'm measuring 12 weeks and 2 days. But my cycle dates say I'm 11 weeks and 2 days. I have another appointment in a couple of weeks. We'll get a final due date then.

little stinker #3

With my first two pregnancies, I didn't start showing until at least the 2nd trimester. And at that point it just looked like I'd eaten a bunch of Mexican food.

This time, I swear, my hips (and other things) popped out as soon as that second line on the pregnancy test appeared. All things stretchy, and with elastic waist bands are my very faaavorite. Sweats are awesome...so are yoga pants. I suck it up and wear my stretchiest jeans when I have to go out. They don't stay buttoned for long.

I've heard that after a couple of pregnancies, your body just knows what to do. However, I still find it a little ridiculous that I have a pooch already, but whatever. I'm growing a human. ; )

bump at 11 weeks (or 12 weeks according to the ultrasound)

All these insane hormones have turned me into a bit of a first trimester monster. I've pretty much turned myself into a recluse until my emotions balance out a little. Nobody comes over, and I barely go out. Mainly because I do not want to subject more people than absolutely necessary to my violent mood swings. It's horrifying to me....and my tiny humans.

I asked Isaiah to please remind me to be nice when I get crabby. He's such a great kid. He'll tell me "Mom...I don't like it when you're cranky." or "Please, be sweet, mom."

He also thinks that every one that throws up is going to have a baby. The dog threw up a couple weeks back and he says "Hey, mom! Look! Teddy is gonna have a baby!" The other day, I was pretty much chained to the toilet. He tells me "Mom! Stop it! You're gonna throw up the baby!!" We explained that the baby is safe inside my uterus.

Jayme has decided that she's going to have a baby, too. She says it's going to be a giraffe and it will come out when she poops (sorry for the TMI but it was too funny to not share).

They are both rather excited. Isaiah says he wants a boy but he thinks it's a girl. Jayme, of course, wants it to be a girl. She says her name will be 'Princess.'