It’s been a long, long time. And I do apologize. It was a long winter I guess. I don’t even know now why I stopped blogging. Lack of inspiration??? Who knows. It doesn’t matter. Because I’m here now. And I have a guest. That’s right, a guest. What is the crazy girl talking about you might be wondering?? Well today is the first day of my 2nd trimester… of pregnancy!!
That’s right I have a little bun in the oven, a pea in the pod. We’re having a baby and Grady is finally going to be a big brother. The poor kiddo will be 8 years old by the time Baby M arrives. And I’m sure they baby will torture him for a few years as he or she gets older. But he wanted to be a big brother and now he will be.
So yep, I’ve been a little quite the last little bit. Because I have been sick. And I have been tired. Growing a human takes a lot out of a girl. Oh and because getting to this day has been a little bit of a challenge. Not a huge challenge but a challenge none the less. We miscarried last fall at about 9 ½ weeks into another pregnancy. Now that takes a lot out of girl. Much more than I could have anticipated or prepared for. And then it took many months for my hormone levels to return to normal for us to get the green light again. And then it took a couple months for things to “take.” And then it took. And we have patiently been watching the days pass, hoping everything would be okay. And other than one very, very long weekend with just the tiniest bit of spotting followed by a whole lot of cramping, followed by a trip to the doctor for an ultrasound that Monday morning to assure us everything was just fine. Everything has been just fine. Except I have been sick. And I have been tired. Did I mention how much growing a human takes out of a girl??
So that is the big excitement in our world. We got to go last week for an ultrasound at our hospital for our first trimester screen (it screens for higher risk of Down’s Syndrome and a couple few other genetic things). They measure the amount of fluid right around the neck area and do a blood test. All has been in the normal range for someone like me for someone of “advanced maternal age.” For Pete’s sake. I'm 35 and that is the magic number. Here is a little peek at the little one. S/he was quite active kinda moving and bouncing around in there. It was very fun to watch and a little surreal. Heartbeat was 151 BPM. When they took the heart rate with the Doppler thingy at the doctors office the week before it was like 171. So quite the range. Okay so I had planned on just sharing our news, not writing a novel. I’ll quit rambling on.
OOOOOhhhh but I almost forfor the best part. So that would be Baby M's due date. That would be December 24. As in Christmas Eve. As in Dad-to-be's (who is a minister remember) single biggest work day of the year. How is THAT for planning??? We just laugh and know that God really does have a sense of humor.
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