An Update on That Baby

Last week, That Papa and That Onna came for a visit. While they were here, we had an ultra sound, and discovered the gender of That Baby.

I was convinced we were having a girl. I have been far more sick with That Baby than I was with That Kid; That Baby's heart rate was 171 at our 12 week ultra sound, they did a quick gender check at our 12 week ultra sound and even though That Baby was in the perfect position the tech couldn't see anything AND the tech said if she were guessing the gender she would guess girl.

I'm glad I didn't take her word for that...my daughter has a penis. :) That Kid is getting a brother. He took the news much better than I thought he was going to...he was convinced he was going to get a sister. He has told me from the minute I told him we were getting a baby that it was a girl baby, and he would be having a sister. When I told him that he may get a brother he said, "I will make faces at a brother!" But, That Onna, That Gramma and I brought him some blue balloons back and he was thrilled with the balloons and hasn't said anything bad against a brother since finding out. ;)

I'm still getting sick on occasion, and I'm still quite exhausted, but this pregnancy is going much better than my pregnancy with That Kid did. Perhaps my body knows how to handle these extra hormones now!

That Kid and my All Day Sickness

I am a sick Mama. I can't eat without getting sick. I'm nauseous almost all day long. It sucks.

And That Kid isn't very understanding. If he's in the bathroom when I get sick he says, "Not again, Mama! That yuuuuuuuuucky!" and yes, it is yucky. When I told him it's That Baby making me sick, he says That Baby is bad. And when I told him that when *he* lived in my tummy *he* made me sick he said, "No, I no make Mama sick!" If only he could remember...

But, a few days ago I discovered he paid a little too much attention when I get sick. That Dad told me Sunday evening while I was at Church, That Kid ate his dinner then pulled a chair over to the kitchen sink where he proceeded to pretend to get "sick like Mama".

I just hope that this ends soon. I would like to enjoy Christmas Eve dinner...it's one of the meals I look forward to all year long!! :)

I've figured it out!

Since before we got pregnant whenever people would ask That Kid if he would like a sister or a brother, he would always say yes, that he wanted a sister. Today I finally figured out why.

He thinks if he gets another sister, it will be a dog. We call That Dog sissy/sister/girl/good girl...all things he has said he wants for this new baby. He has stated that he wants to name the baby Good Girl (now he wants to name the baby Weesa, like his spiders.). I hope he's not disappointed when I go to the hospital and have a human baby and not a puppy. As cute as puppies are, I prefer to get them from the shelter, not give birth to them. :)

We are Thankful!!!!!

Shortly after That Kid's 4th Birthday (well, exactly one week), I woke up at 5 in the morning and decided to take a pregnancy test. This is what I saw...



I kept the news to myself for all of two and a half hours before I called That Papa and That Onna, thinking they'd be awake. They weren't. They are usually up before the chickens, so this surprised me. But, they were up after I told them they have to come back for a visit in June to see the newest addition, That Baby!!

We were cautiously optimistic for a few weeks until we had that first appointment to make sure That Baby was OK, then we told That Mother-in-Law and That Step-Father-in-Law (who were walking around a department store. I told That Mother-in-Law she was getting a new grandbaby while she was shopping!!). Last Friday, I had another appointment, and we heard the baby's heartbeat, so That Dad and I decided to make it "Facebook and Blog" official. :)

I will be 10 weeks on Friday, which is a scary point for me. I just want to be past 10 weeks and into week 11, so I am asking for prayers that week 10 will pass quickly and uneventfully. I need to remember that God is in control through all of this and that he knows the plans he has for this Baby. It's still hard to not worry.

That Kid is thrilled and would like a girl baby to name either "Good Girl", "Weesa", or after himself. I told him none of those options will work for us. That Dad suggested Cody Dakota for a girl, and I told him that sounded like a porn star or stripper, and that he had to keep thinking. I wanted to name the baby Celia, and that has been vetoed by just about everyone (meaning That Dad and That Onna). We have a while. That Baby will have a name by June...so I won't freak out until May or so. Just as long as we're not finalizing names as I am wheeled in for my c-section, which is what happened with That Kid. He had a first name, but we were still discussing middle names. In the end, That Dad won, and That Kid's middle name was selected from a (short) list of heavy metal lead singers (James) instead of my suggestion of a conservative talk show host (Glenn). :)