It's A...

Girl!

I am sure most of you know by now that I am having a little girl. I am super excited! Her name is going to be Sophia Elizabeth Ann.

She was not very cooperative at the ultrasound. My mom, sister, Nannie and Dalton went with me on Monday, May 11, 2009. We all went into the room and she refused to move her leg so that we could get a clear view. The ultrasound lady tried for an extended period of time to get her to move by having me lay on one side and then the other. She wiggled my belly and poked me with that ultrasound wand. Finally she gave up and told me to meet with the doctor and then return after that.

I met with Dr. Goolsby and right after that I went back into the ultrasound room. Again no luck. The ultrasound lady told me I could come back the following morning. I drank a huge cup of coffee and half a Mt. Dew on the way there. It still took quite a while to get her to move her leg out of the way but eventually she moved and we were able to see that she is a little girl.

I am in hopes that this is not going to be any type of indication of how she plans on behaving once she arrives.

Will it be a boy or a girl?

Today is the big day! My doctor's appointment is at 3:30 this afternoon and I think this is the longest day I have EVER had to endure.

We did a prediction chart with both second grade classes this morning.

I am going to surprise them and bring a colorful treat based on what we find out this afternoon.

17 Weeks 2 Days

I took this picture last Wednesday and now it is already time to put up another one. I just can't stay caught up.

As you can see the baby is starting to grow very rapidly at this point. I am feeling much better and starting to get some of my energy back.

Sunday evening I got sick and was up all night with what I think may have been some type of virus. I haven't been that sick in a long time.

I go back to the doctor in six days to get my gender ultrasound. I will finally know what I am having. I am very excited and cannot wait!

I have started a prenatal aquatics class at the hospital and I love it. I would love to be able to swim everyday. I will be very excited when summer gets here and I can spend my time laying out by the pool and swimming. Look out July... Cocoa Beach here I come! I am also doing some yoga too. I am hoping that it is going to help out a lot when I go into labor.

Updating...

I know I have been slacking with making regular posts. Truth is my computer went on strike and I just haven't taken the time to write like I should.

I had another rough weekend. I had a horrible migraine that I thought I would NEVER get rid of. Thank God for demerol! I called the doctor and he told me to go to labor and delivery at the hospital. It was quite humerous because when I walked up to the information booth at the hospital and was explaining to the lady what was going on she was looking at me like I was crazy. I finall turned to the side and informed her that I was pregnant. Then she looked at me and said, "Well honey I am bigger than you and I am not even pregnant." Then she told me to go on upstairs.

I got upstairs and told them what was going on and they took me to this nice little room for triage. My doctor just happened to be on the floor performing a C-section. He came in and ordered me a shot and fluids.

The IV ordeal... The nurse starts looking at my hands trying to find the best spot to put my IV. I told her that I was dehydrated and not to put it in my hands because my veins wouldn't hold it and they would collapse. What is it with people that are determined to prove you wrong? I guess because I had to tell them that the IV wouldn't work in my hand they thought it necessary to start there. A new nurse comes in and I tell her the same exact thing. She says don't worry honey that is why they come to get me. I usually can get the places others can't. She inserts the needle and tells the other nurse that it won't go any further. She pushes on it til it goes in and then starts to hook up the other part and poof the vein blows out.

Round two begins. She moves up a little. In the same hand. Right in the crease where my wrist bends. Cause that is going to be A LOT more comfortable than in my forearm. Same scenerio as above. She tries... vein blows. They both leave. Upon returning they have collected a new nurse that comes in. Takes one look at my hands and my arms and says, "You tried to put an IV in her hand?" That makes you feel really good. She takes my arm and inserts the IV right into a very nice vein in my forearm. Guess what it went in and it didn't hurt. Wow! If only these nice people would have listened to me in the first place.

Well needless to say... after all that I got meds and am now feeling much better. I am going to try my best to get a new picture of the baby bump on here this weekend. Hope you all have a wonderful day!

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!