The real reason why I've been pretty scarce lately... is because I'm pregnant. :)
I got a positive exactly a month ago. No, the above picture isn't it, I took another one this morning for the blog. ;)
Truthfully, I was just expecting to miscarry again. I've already had two, neither made it to 5 weeks. So when 6 weeks rolled around, I knew I had to tell Chris. I had light spotting, so I was kinda worried to tell him. Looks like it's sticking this time!
Just after 7 weeks, I told my parents. I bought canvas bags from Walmart and used acrylic paint and stencils to decorate it for my parents. My mom said it was her favorite gift for her birthday. :D
It was kinda funny watching her open it. I didn't let her until all my siblings were there, including my grease-covered brother. He was working on a vehicle.
So Mom starts to open it, "grand..." and then it hit her! Then she read the whole thing and Dad was grinning really big. He's been the #1 advocate for procreating, but I kept telling him it was improper for my parents to be grandparents before they're 50! ;) I couldn't have possibly timed that any better.
We also told Chris's parents 4 days later. They got a similar bag... but didn't quite get it. It's because my husband's brother's wife is expecting a baby late February and thought I got it for Kenya's baby. Nope, not quite.
Some nitty gritty details... I'm due May 27th. Actually, I want to say that I'm doomed on May 27th. :P That's graduation day at the high school. Typically Chris is gone all day, maybe I'll see him for a few hours in the afternoon. That day is also the day Chris's baby sister is graduating. I'm sure you can imagine that my in-laws and all the immediate family will be attending. AND it's also gonna be a full moon that night! Doomed, I tell you. :)
I'm 9 weeks today, 31 to go! I've been blessed to get my mom's morning sickness genes and haven't thrown up at all. I'm extra tired and super fickle when it comes to food. I've lost 7 pounds so far, but my waist gained 2 inches. Today was pretty rough for whatever reason, but yesterday I was able to get more food in me than normal. Never know what it's gonna be like.
Chris and I have decided to go with a midwife. The main reason is because we've been watching Kenya get jerked around by this town's medical establishment. I've grown up with good medical care, I have an idea what doctors should be able to provide. All we've seen is Kenya being sent from one place to another with nobody actually dealing with her problems. The doctors kept saying one thing, then "oops! We're wrong, you don't have that." Then they finally gave her a prescription that nobody carries and would have be special ordered. Matt and Kenya gave up and finally opted to just drive 1.5 hours to Tucson.
We've already met the midwife, she's just 3 miles from where we live. I really like her! :) When I walked into her living room, I noticed a tattered quilt on the couch, a sewing machine in a cabinet by the window and a cradle on a stand by a wall. She spent well over an hour talking about herself, how she deals with situations, answering our questions. I left feeling so much better about my choice. I truly do feel like I'll get the proper care I need, and not get jerked around like Kenya did.
And there you have it! The real reason why I haven't been too friendly with my sewing machine, even though I have a major deadline coming up - the challenge quilt! :P I can do it... I can do it... I can do it...