First Belly Pic

So I decided that it was time to take that dreaded picture of my belly. This is what I came up with. I didn't have on any make up or have my hair fixed so I chose not to include my face on this one. I will try to update with pictures every Monday so check back for progress.

A Funny Story...

There is a little girl here at work in the first grade. She is quite humorous and so we get tickled at her all the time. Sometimes for a story to be funny you have to know the people involved but I think you can get this one.

So the other day during morning bus duty in the lunch room I was standing at the front of the room seating the children and monitoring them to make sure that they don't kill each other. I had on flip flops and this child says to me, "Excuse me, Excuse me... A Bug!" So I said, "Kill it!" So this sweet little girl takes her hand and pops me on the foot. I look down and realize that I was standing with my foot hanging halfway out of my shoe not paying attention to the floor underneath me. I also realize that this sweet little girl is trying to now kill the dragonfly I have tattooed on my foot.

I really hope you can understand how hilarious this story really is.

Big Scare!!!

I had a doctor's appointment yesterday and it was by far one of the worst appointments I have had to date.

I was a little nervous about going to begin with because my doctor wanted me to gain around 3 pounds and I wasn't sure that I had accomplished that goal. I am feeling much better these days but still not 100% when it comes to eating.

I decided to ask Morgan Gooch to go with me yesterday. I don't like going alone so I have made sure I have someone with me for each visit. Morgan was the lucky one this time, although I am not sure that she feels the same way.

It was kind of funny because I was bragging about how wonderfully quick my doctor's office is about getting people in and out and how there would maybe be three people waiting and how we would be home early... Well, of course, we walk in and there are tons of people in the waiting room. I don't know where they all came from. So we wait for quite a while. Then it takes much longer than usual to get into a room. I suppose from all the people. Imagine that. I am pretty smart for figuring that one out. Needless to say we were almost an hour later getting home than I had told Morgan we would be and this is not even the worst part of the story...

So we finally get called back and I had only gained a pound. One pound. You know it is really funny how 3 months ago I got excited about losing weight and now I am excited about gaining a pound. Anyway, then we have to wait to go into one of the exam rooms. So I walked up and down the hallway with Micah (Morgan's 9 1/2 month old cutie pie.)

We finally get called back and the nurse (Debra) and Dr. Goolsby come in too. Dr. G is writing in my chart and asking the normal questions. Debra has the doppler out and begins trying to locate the heart beep...

She is moving the little microphone around and there is nothing. No sounds, no heartbeat, nothing. She keeps trying but still nothing. Dr. G gets up and walks over to her and gently takes the doppler from her hands and proceeds to press on my stomach with much more pressure. At this point I am really fighting back the tears. I am trying very hard to stay calm and collective with little success.

He is pressing and I am crying. Finally I told him he was scaring me and so he says, "We are going to get an ultrasound in less than one minute." So we go into the next room and he himself turns on the machine and begins putting in all the information. This too made me nervous that the tech wasn't doing all of this. He said not to worry but that is kind of hard when you have no idea what is going to happen. He didn't even turn the screen towards me.

Finally, he turns the monitor around for me to see and the baby is moving all around. It looks like it even has the hiccups. I am not sure if they get the hiccups this young but it looked like it to me. That was one of the best moments. To see the baby moving. I have never been so happy. Dr. G even made a little movie like the baby was waving at me. It was very cute.

So then the ultrasound tech takes over. She measures the baby several times and one time it measured 13 weeks. I tried to explain to her that 13 weeks was impossible but she seems to think the ultrasound is more accurate than I am. I am pretty darn sure that this is just going to be a large baby. According to the measurements that they came up with the most my due date is now October 5 unofficially. So I am 12 weeks and 4 days by their calculations. I still believe mine are more accurate since I know without a shadow of a doubt EXACTLY when I became pregnant.

Anyway, everything is great. Baby is fine. I am doing fine. Hope you all have a great day!

By the way if you are reading this and you have ever had a miscarriage let me be the first to say I am deeply sorry that you had to endure such a horrible experience. I know those were the worst ten minutes of my life and you are a strong person for having been through something that traumatic. I hope and pray that you NEVER have to experience such a horrific event again, EVER!

Ivan's Birthday Weekend

(This was taken a couple of weeks ago but I thought you might want to see how handsome he is. We are going to have a beautiful baby!)

What a weekend! Sunday was Ivan's birthday. He is now 27! Wow does he make me feel old. Saturday we went to dinner. It wasn't really anything too special. We ate at Superior Grill. Of course, Luis (or Luisa as I call him) was with us. I tease them about being married to each other. I really have to find him a girlfriend so he can go on his own dates. Then it was off to the Blue Monkey. I really like that place. Then off to Pablo's to dance the night away except no dancing for me. I had to have my dates take me home because I got sick. Imagine that....me sick! That is one of the worst parts of being pregnant. Anyway, I went home and went to bed. Ivan came home sometime that evening but I have no idea what time cause I was long gone by the time he got there. I hope he had fun and I am sure he did since he had his wife by his side all night. I hate that I had to miss all the fun but at least I got to spend some time with him. I bought him 3 shirts. One was purple and it was my favorite.



So Sunday we went to Poncho and Leticia's for the "family" party. He wore my pretty purple shirt that I got for him and it looked very nice on him. I will post another picture of him wearing the shirt when I get them from him. We had carne asada (yummy). Poncho's mom also made guacamole and it was delicious a little too spicy but very good. I really enjoyed the entire evening and it seemed like he did too!

So I guess you are wondering what all this birthday stuff has to do with the baby! Well directly it doesn't have anything to do with the baby. Indirectly, it has everything to do with the baby! If you didn't know Ivan is her/her father. (Ok so I was just rereading this post and noticed that I wrote her/her. Is this considered a Freudian slip or wishful thinking...lol.) This should say his/her. I felt it was important to include him and the important milestones in ALL our lives.