We are pleased to announce that we are expecting. A baby, that is. Not an actual bun. Although we have wanted a fourth, the timing of this was quite unexpected to say the least. I won't go into details on how it was unexpected but just believe me. The major reason that we weren't interested in a baby at this particular time is that the due date is September 2 which unfortunately will most likely preclude me from going to Nova Scotia. Of course, that is a devastating blow since I've gone every summer for 36 years. But, it is what it is and we are nevertheless very happy to be adding to the family.
I will be 11 weeks on Monday. We found out the day after Christmas. Again, very surprised! Then you start questioning all the things you were doing because didn't have a clue this could be in the works. Steroid shot after my allergic reaction? Bumper cars at Edaville Railroad? The list could go on I'm sure. Hopefully no ill effects will be forthcoming.
The big thing for me, of course, is the anxiety as to whether there is an actual baby or not after my miscarriage. Typically when I go in for the first appointment around seven or eight weeks, I have to "beg" them for an early ultrasound and they schedule for me to come in the next week for one. Thankfully they have changed their ways and they give everyone an ultrasound at their first appointment (the reason being so that they can get an exact measurement of how far along you are so they can do the 12-week ultrasound at the right time. Apparently you have to do the Down's testing between 12 and 13 weeks and without the initial ultrasound, people were coming in too late). So I did have the ultrasound and a baby was identified. Even though the 11 weeks is on Monday, the ultrasound showed that I am about six days ahead of that so I will go for the 12-week ultrasound this Thursday.
I wish I could say things have been going swimmingly but that would be a lie. Like clockwork, the nausea started at six weeks with a vengeance. This has been typical of each pregnancy with the exception of Aubree. I made a call to my doctor who sent in a prescription for me for Zofran (although I had yet to go in for an appointment) but unfortunately, it's mostly been a dud. I still felt sick even when I took it so after a few days, I stopped. That then added on puking to the nausea so I guess you could say it's at least preventing me from doing that. The only remedy to feel better, at least for a little while, is to eat something so I'm eating at all times of the day. I'll probably be gaining like 60 pounds at this rate. On the plus side, I've at least lost my desire for Mountain Dew just like with Calleigh.
We told the kids this evening before we spilled the beans to others. They were mostly quiet about it but happy. Aubree actually asked me a few days ago when I was going to have another baby in my belly so there you go. Both girls have said they would like a baby brother which surprised Duncan. Calleigh said she didn't like sisters, except for three-year old sisters. We would be quite pleased with another boy, for Brady's sake, but I'm also partial to girls so either way, we'll be happy. Calleigh has already suggested the names "Marcus" and "Francine." That would be a "no" and a "no."
So that is the big news of the day. I will plan to write a regular post tomorrow night. Right now, I have a Friday night headache. Yes, it's back.
I will be 11 weeks on Monday. We found out the day after Christmas. Again, very surprised! Then you start questioning all the things you were doing because didn't have a clue this could be in the works. Steroid shot after my allergic reaction? Bumper cars at Edaville Railroad? The list could go on I'm sure. Hopefully no ill effects will be forthcoming.
The big thing for me, of course, is the anxiety as to whether there is an actual baby or not after my miscarriage. Typically when I go in for the first appointment around seven or eight weeks, I have to "beg" them for an early ultrasound and they schedule for me to come in the next week for one. Thankfully they have changed their ways and they give everyone an ultrasound at their first appointment (the reason being so that they can get an exact measurement of how far along you are so they can do the 12-week ultrasound at the right time. Apparently you have to do the Down's testing between 12 and 13 weeks and without the initial ultrasound, people were coming in too late). So I did have the ultrasound and a baby was identified. Even though the 11 weeks is on Monday, the ultrasound showed that I am about six days ahead of that so I will go for the 12-week ultrasound this Thursday.
I wish I could say things have been going swimmingly but that would be a lie. Like clockwork, the nausea started at six weeks with a vengeance. This has been typical of each pregnancy with the exception of Aubree. I made a call to my doctor who sent in a prescription for me for Zofran (although I had yet to go in for an appointment) but unfortunately, it's mostly been a dud. I still felt sick even when I took it so after a few days, I stopped. That then added on puking to the nausea so I guess you could say it's at least preventing me from doing that. The only remedy to feel better, at least for a little while, is to eat something so I'm eating at all times of the day. I'll probably be gaining like 60 pounds at this rate. On the plus side, I've at least lost my desire for Mountain Dew just like with Calleigh.
We told the kids this evening before we spilled the beans to others. They were mostly quiet about it but happy. Aubree actually asked me a few days ago when I was going to have another baby in my belly so there you go. Both girls have said they would like a baby brother which surprised Duncan. Calleigh said she didn't like sisters, except for three-year old sisters. We would be quite pleased with another boy, for Brady's sake, but I'm also partial to girls so either way, we'll be happy. Calleigh has already suggested the names "Marcus" and "Francine." That would be a "no" and a "no."
So that is the big news of the day. I will plan to write a regular post tomorrow night. Right now, I have a Friday night headache. Yes, it's back.
