9 weeks (minus 1 day)

So at about 2:30pm MST, my uterus went missing. Yes, the uterus that is currently incubating my child. It went missing just in time to not show up for my unexpected ultrasound. )Gotta love those doctors that want to see the baby as much as you do!) So yes, it went missing and took the baby with it. It stayed missing for 30 agonizing minutes where I wasn't told that the whole uterus was missing, but rather the most important incubating child. And she asked if I was shaking from pain... yes, the ultrasound is hurting me - it has nothing to do with not being able to FIND. MY. BABY!!!!

But the baby (and the uterus) were finally located somewhere north of the border- I'm thinking Ontario- and are both doing fine. It is unclear whether the uterus intends to stay in Ontario before delivering the child to me sometime in the vicinity of April 10th, but since I have no more internal ultrasounds to worry about, I don't think I care. (I might change my mind once this baby takes up residence in my ribs though.)

So all is well. She offered me another trip to the perinatologist- and as fun as an extra ultrasound seems- it's really a PITA to check into the hospital and all that jazz to see him and have him ask why I'm there since I just saw him 18 months ago for the same things, and nothing has changed or will change. And we're going to do the early screen with the 12 week scan anyway, so I think I'll survive. (Think they'll let me change my mind around 18 weeks when I'm dying to know whether we're having a boy or a girl???)

Baby's heart rate is a whopping 162, and mom's is around 394 after all the excitement. But since we are all present and accounted for, it may start coming down now.

Week 8

Since I am no longer praying for a quick death- I figure I may be able to handle an update with a minimum of whining. Since about Tuesday, I've felt a little off- but yesterday I woke up with a throat that felt like it was on fire. Luckily I have the most wonderful parents in the whole wide world, and they took the boy for the day so that I could rest. Teething child and sick mama just don't go well together. Today I woke up and my throat no longer hurts, but that's simply because the snot that was running down my throat is now firmly lodged in my head. So beyond my head feeling like it is going to explode and the fact that I slept for no more than 20 minutes at a time last night between having to pee and not being able to breath- I do feel slightly more human. Well, and add to it that once again I have the most wonderful parents in the world and they are taking the Brody-monster over night tonight because Matt left around noon and won't be back until late tonight... and I have plenty of time today to rest and feel sorry for myself.

(Have I mentioned how fun it is to have morning sickness & a sore throat & head cold all at the same time? It is IMPOSSIBLE to find anything to eat- which I'm sure is just adding to the light headedness and all over crapiness, but what can you do?)

So yes, week 8 (YEAH! 2 MONTHS!) is starting off with a bang! Beyond that, I can definitely see the pregnancy belly coming out a little sooner this time. I can still fit into most of the transitional, post-Brody clothes that I have, but they are all the wrong season, whereas my maternity stuff is all summer... so guess which I'm wearing? I apparently quickly forgot just how comfy maternity cloths are!

Beyond that- have I mentioned that I think this baby is a girl? At the beginning I was sure it was going to be another boy and that I would never have a girl, but over the last week or so, I'm really starting to think that this one is a girl. Matt and I are just hoping that I'm not disappointed if I'm wrong. Yes, I would love a boy dearly- and I think my perfect combination would be 2 boys and 1 girl, but I would rather not have the pressure next time around, so I am hoping that this one is a girl! Plus, we still aren't sold on any boys names- or at least we both aren't sold on the same name.

But I think that's all the pregnancy news I have. My 8 week appointment isn't until next Wednesday so that I could have it with my favorite NP. But there's nothing huge in that appointment (other than the Holy List of Do's and Don't's), but I figured I could wait a few extra days for that.

So have a great labor day weekend!

Who needs to swallow?

This post is brought to you by the letters S I C & K. I will post more when this is laughable and I'm not so whiny, k?

7 weeks

I think it was much later when I started weekly updates with Brody, but maybe it will get me to update a little and attempt to think of new things to say!

We had our ultrasound today. Tadpole is measuring 6 weeks, 4-5 days. Right on track with when the IUI was, but technically, I am 7 weeks, 1 day today. Her little heartbeat was at 130 beats per minute. Basically, everything looks great. (I will say that the yolk sac gave me a little bit of a scare at first- I don't remember seeing that with Brody, and at first it just looked like 2 blobs to me where there should only be one!)

But all is good- and I am much happier, having seen the little one in there floating happily... and healthy!

Countdown

I am counting down the minutes until Friday. While I can't say that there is anything wrong, I just feel uneasy about this pregnancy still. I guess I still don't feel sick enough or tired enough... though I am plenty of both really, so I'm not sure what my problem is.

I want to see the heartbeat. I wonder if I will feel relieved after that? I don't think I really did with Brody until I got out of the first trimester. I thought the 2nd time would be better, but I'm almost thinking it's worse.

But none the less, our name search goes on... girls we still have some good options, boys names are just alluding us. But for now... (s)he is The Tadpole. Or as Matt says, The Little Tadpole... because tadpole just doesn't imply little enough. =)

Updates?

I don't really have anything new to say... I'm still tired, still sick some days, and totally fine on others. Matt has been WONDERFUL about helping me get rest- he's even learning the tricks that Brody pulls in the middle of the night when he doesn't want to go back to sleep.

I on the other hand am sleeping almost as much as Brody does, getting very little housework done (you should see my pile of laundry!), and putting off running any errands (who needs food?) because stepping outside the air conditioning just seems insane with this little heat wave we are having.

Just 10 more days until we get our first look at [insert cute baby name here]...

Weird

It is very weird- I spent 2 days feeling horrible, and now have spent 2 days feeling absolutely perfect. So perfect in fact that I spent last night dreaming that I was having a miscarriage, despite knowing that as of Monday, my betas were perfect and everything was fine. But of course, Monday I felt like crap... and now I do not. For those of you who weren't around 18 months ago- fine is not something I feel when I am pregnant. I do pregnant by bending over the toilet and begging every diety I can name to make it stop. That's how I know I'm pregnant. Right now? Right now there is no nausea, no migraines... just a little bit of weird bloating that could or possibly could not be related to that little speck in my uterus.

And lest you think I'm upset about this -really I'm not- I am grateful for every day of pregnancy in which I can go about my day without having to have a bucket in my car, and know without fail where the nearest bathroom/trahscan/ potted plant is. It's just unnerving. It makes me want to ask for a 3rd beta... Just. To. Be. Sure. So please, those of you (ERIN!) who never had the joys of experiencing morning sickness... fill me in- how do you get through the 1st trimester (or the first week even) without constantly feeling like something is wrong????

Oh yeah, NOW I remember!

Morning sickness isn't so fun... and I haven't even thrown up yet! I have felt extremely sick, and been oh so tired. I feel like I might be ok if I could get more than 2 hours of sleep at a time, but for the last 4 nights, that hasn't happened. Between peeing, lightening storms, Brody waking up, and our neighbors testing their incredibly loud homemade go cart in the middle of the night- I'm exhausted. Luckily, Brody is sleeping longer during the day, so I am able to lay down when he does, and get some decent naps.

But I asked for this, right? =) Yes, and I know that a week after it stops I won't remember how bad it was- but I can't help but hope that the next 8 weeks or so goes fast! In the meantime, I guess I better stock up on saltines and gatorade!

Yes, it's true...

I'm pregnant. YEAH! For those of you who didn't know, we have been trying since April... and had an IUI this past month. I am hoping for an early ultrasound here in about 2-3 weeks or so- just to make sure that there's only one little one in there.

But for now- I'm taking suggestions for nicknames for little one in there... since Brody was Jelly Belly, and there's already a Peanut in the family- I need something new and creative. Perhaps something that would inspire a girl this time? =) So please... fire away! Perhaps a prize to the person who gives me the best idea???