Oh the joy of a pumpkin muffin...

So Andy's mom sent us home with pumpkin muffins.  At my request.  Because she made pumpkin bread, and I'm pretty sure I ate an entire loaf.  So she sent home a batch of muffins, and I ate FOUR yesterday.  And a thing of whole milk.  So I took four MORE to work today, and an even BIGGER thing of whole milk.

Last night we told Nan!  She giggled and squirmed :)  It was precious!  She loves kids and she loves babies.  It's so cool to us that we get to give her another great grand child!  It's so cool to us that SB will have THREE great grand parents!  And active and healthy ones to boot!

The Handsome Husband is in much better spirits, God love him.  He's terrified, I know.  I shouldn't be so hard on him.  It's not like, "Well, the LAST time my wife had a baby..."  I just figured he'd be inbred with some pregnancy compassion gene.  But he doesn't have an overly compassionate dad, so how could he?  He needs to be cut a break just like I want to be cut a break.  (I can say this all now, since we had a good night...and a good morning.  So what if he was sleeping? ;)

I'm hoping to post videos of the reactions soon.  And for those I texted pictures of the ultra sounds, I have pictures of the reactionary texts too.  My cousin Jodi has actually been really great!  Of course she's been there three times, so she should know!  We're BONDING.  :)

This weekend we tell Katie, Michele and Tess (and I'll probably tell Alyssa as well.)  I might have to video that one as well :)

First Doctor's Appointment? Check!

Well, the weekend we've all been waiting for has come and gone.  We have heard SB's heartbeat and it is wonderful :)  However, it's still surreal.  I realize that I'm puking and I realize that my clothing isn't fitting well anymore...but it hasn't REALLY hit me that there's a new life growing inside me.

And Andy?  Well.  Something is wrong with him.  He's NOT adjusting well, and I don't know why.  He seems to feel his needs aren't being met, maybe?  All weekend up in RI, people were telling me to sit down.  Put my feet up.  Don't bother with that.  Just relax.  And then we get home and everything changes again.  I'm a self sufficient person- I am.  But I like to be catered to, just sometimes.  It's fine- I CAN do stuff on my own.  But at least give me the opportunity to refuse your help.

And his comments are SO biting.  "I don't see why you're throwing up ALL the time."  "I'd cook for myself, but I can't even cook anything without you puking.  I should just move out for the next three weeks."  "Maybe I'll help you once you're too big to move."

Who IS this man?

And I try not to cry in front of him.  But sometimes I can't help it.  He's just so MEAN.

I don't mean to speak ill of my husband, I really don't.  But I just don't know what's wrong with him.
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Okay, I'm done with that.

Everyone was really excited up in RI!  Even Dan, which was a big surprise to us.  He was already telling us what our baby HAD to like.  Even if it's a girl.

And of course Cathy was crying and hugging and kissing my belly!  (It's funny to have people kissing your belly when it's not really showing, just fat...Here!  Kiss my fat!)

I'll have videos of those reveals later.

AND we told the Dunn's last night.  I gave Alyssa the pictures and said that if she could guess what they were of, she would get a big surprise.  So she flipped the picture over and looked at our ultrasound, and said, "It's a baby in a belly."  And then her eyes got REALLY big, as it hit her... and I said, "It's a baby in MY belly!  I'm the mommy!"  So she just started running around from room to room!  And then she waved her hand in front of my face and was like, "Libbie?  Is that really you?!"  Oh my goodness, it was TOO GREAT!  And Alex was excited in his own calculated way.  At night they both prayed that it was a boy/girl respectively, of course.  It was wonderful, and I think just what we wanted.  :)

Tonight we tell my nan, and the excitement continues.

Our baby has eyelids!!!!

Well, here we are!  Week 9!  Thankful for 9 weeks of pregnancy.  Praying that I will be able to see the last 31 weeks :)

My belly is getting hard, and I can't bend over without having to "rearrange" my stomach and clothing.  Also, bike riding is becoming a challenge.  I might just stick to walking and climbing at the gym.

Handsome Husband, I think, is becoming a little more fearful about becoming the Handsome Father.  I realize it's different for men.  I've started reading a book about pregnancy from a man's perspective, and it's helping me be more compassionate.  Hopefully.  It's making me WANT to be more compassionate...how's that?

I haven't thrown up in days, and I'm pretty sure I want to eat everything in sight.  Except fake cheese has lost its appeal.  And now it looks yucky to me.  Which is a SUPER shame, because my mom and dad stocked up on cheese.  Pasta I can do again.  And I could eat pizza every single day of my life.

Tonight Kristi is bringing over cheese steaks, and I may just float up to the ceiling.  I can taste them now... mmm....  this is WAY better than puking.  Also, she doesn't know yet, so sweatpants and sweatshirts for me, once again :)

We're leaving for RI in a few short days.  Today I got in the memory books to give to Tom and Cathy and the baby Red Sox books to give to Dan.  So now to iron, wash, and pack, and then we'll be all set.

In other news...we meet SB in just a few days :)  I'm hoping for an ultrasound.  I'm hoping for a heartbeat.  I'm hoping to hear him say, "You're out of the scary part."  :)

Those were the days...

Remember the days when I used to sleep on my stomach?  Remember that time?  I think it was, oh, no more than a week ago.  And then yesterday I'm looking out a window at church, and I'm leaning pretty hard on my stomach and I realize: It's not going in anymore.

Alyssa was trying to sit on my lap during the play yesterday and I couldn't get comfortable because my belly just would not budge.

And then last night I woke up with this intense pressure on my bladder and back and abdomen, and I realized I was on my stomach and it HURT.  I realize this is going to be quite the change for a girl like me, because I am a stomach sleeper for LIFE.  Andy bought me a body pillow and that seemed to help, but my arm always falls asleep.  So it's a work in progress.

But feeling that belly...Andy felt it too.  He's like, "What's in there!?"  And I'm like, "Um...I'm sorry.  Have we met?"

Today I got up for work and threw on a pair of maternity yoga pants and a t-shirt, which is considerably tighter than it was when I wore it last week.  I tried putting on a cardigan...yeah, not shutting over my belly.  SO, it's the t-shirt, cardigan, and my big puffy winter vest that I wear to shovel snow.  And ballet flats.  Hopefully this will mask the fact that I look like Nanook of the North. 

"Is she looking sloppy today?" 
"Oh no, she's wearing ballet flats, she's fine."

In closing, we're gearing up for the big reveal this weekend in RI.  The car is ordered, the appropriate clothing is in the wash.  Cathy keeps asking Andy what we'd like to eat while we're up.  She mentioned corn beef and cabbage.  Andy was going to suggest saltines and ginger ale.  He's a good man.

I SLEPT!

Wahoo!

Although, I'm pretty sure the Handsome Husband has had his fair share of me not feeling well.  I'm trying to feel better, believe me.  It's no walk in the park.

So as we count down the days until our appointment, (of course I have something planned every single day, so I'm not sitting around counting the amount of times I go to the bathroom, and ponder all the things I'm not hungry for...) I've been thinking about how best to tell his parents.

Perhaps something like this?

I mean, who doesn't like a used pregnancy test on their cookie cake?  I know I'm a fan.



I had a dream...

Last night I THINK I may have slept the night through.  I think.  But I did wake up well rested this morning.  I threw up my "supper" (1/2 a soft boiled potato, 1 applesauce, 1 ice pop) and then I was somewhat fine after all that.  I scrubbed my bathroom (with baking soda and vinegar) and I did some laundry, folded it and put it away, and then I was in bed at 8:30.

This morning, somewhere between the first time my alarm went off and the time I actually got up, I had the most amazing little dream about SB.  But only it was an actual baby.  And she was a girl.  And she was in love with her daddy :)  She was cooing at him and babbling to him, and my heart was so light!  And she had a Minnie Mouse stroller, and we were rolling her around this park with all these other babies, and we were just...so...happy.  If I can have a few more dreams like this, it might make the puking more bareable.

As another good point to make- today we are at 8 weeks :)  Next week is our first prenatal visit.  SB looks a little like this:

Meanwhile, I can feel my insides stretching out and moving around to make room.  SB is about the size of a jelly bean- about 1/4 of an inch long.

We're starting to make a list of who will find out first.  We decided the people to find out after the first PN visit are going to be the people we'd want to surround us if for some reason we lost the child.  That's going to include Pastor Bob and Joan, Aunt Michele and Katie, David, Tara and the children, Kristi and Keith, and Andy would like to tell Brian.  For everyone else, they can wait until week 13/14, until we know we're out of the woods.

We will leave for RI the day of our first PN appointment, and I don't mind saying that Andy is REALLY nervous to tell his family.  For whatever reason it was easier to tell my family, but there's no saying how his is going to react.  His brother once told me, "You'd better keep taking those pills, because I'm not ready to be an uncle yet, and I don't need you doing that to me."  So you can tell, we're not quite sure what to expect up there.

Anyway.  Happy 8 weeks, SB.  Please stay healthy and strong.  We love you very much :)



Just putting it out there...

I am miserable.

I am making everyone around me miserable.

I am tired.

I am whiney.

I have a snius infection/bronchitis/otter cough, whatever you want to call it.


I think my poor husband has had enough.


I hope I feel better soon....