Life has taken on a crazy busy schedule. No more sleeping in! We set the alarm everynight and get up every morning to the sound of Mr. Froggy on the radio, to walk across the hallway upstairs to get up an eager 8 year old for school. We drag around the house and then walk 5 blocks to school...it's fun, he's doing great and we absolutely love him here. Our work schedules have changed but we work at the greatest place which is very accomodating.
Brandon's first week living here is almost through, and we have had no problems so far, one minor but nothing major. He went to visit him mother on Tuesday night beofre he started school on Wednesday, and he was there all for about an hour. She called Tim and said she couldn't handle him he was fighting with his sister and she wasn't dealing with it to come get him. Her newest bright idea is to split them up for a month. Have Makayla and Tyler come here and send Brandon to his mothers. But that way they will never see each other. Even though Makayla and him argue, they still need to see each other. I leave Tim in charge of that BS, but am always around to give my 2 cents when needed. I believe it's only a matter of time before we have Tyler as well.
Little Miss Kara is already the apple of my eye. She never seizes to amaze me. If I'm having a "rough" day or just find myself thinking too much, her body starts to move around and it's like she is telling me to stop worry so much about stuff that will work itself out, worry about her and how she needs to be healthy. Monday we had a WIC appt and never in my life NEVER have I ever been told to gain weight, but I was told it that day...I literally cried. I got home and called my mom and cried. I told her that I was not NOT trying to gain weight. The WIC Nurse told me that I have only gained 2lbs according to their scales and their charts and its really not good enough. So I was handed the damn food pyramid that I have seen 12 million times and for the 12 millionth time it went in the garbage along with my frantic cleaning of the desk...oops. I know the food pyramid, I've known it since 7th grade health class for crying out loud. So I have just been trying to eat 5-6 small meals a day.
My search for a full-time job has hopefully come to an end. I had a phone interview today with a bank that is a mile and a half down the street. I think I nailed the interview so hopefully by next week I will hear more about that, keep your fingers and toes crossed for me. I know its not exactly what I went to school for, but it has always interested me. Of course my 2 lovely cousins also work at banks so why not join the crowd right? (love you auntie jaime).
Well I would love to blog more but A. I don't want to bore you with mindless blabbing on and B. I just looked at my clock and I have to be to work in less than 45 minutes for an overnight shift on Fort Drum (I have been luckly enough to sly my way out of them through more of my pregnancy, they caught on!) so off to work I go but not before doing some running around the house because Daddy is in charge tonight and tomorrow for school duty (I have to literally leave notes around the house!!!, gotta love them)
xxoo to everyone
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Yup...I'm one of those
Well, paranoia got the best of me last night. The nazi cleaning lady days are over for at least the weekend. We were sitting eating dinner last night and I got this god awful pain down below that would come and go...the kind of pain where you would just saw "ouch" out loud, well that was me. The pain got so intense that I didnt' know what to do. Tim called the answering service and was told that my doctor would call me back...we waiting a very long 25 minutes and called the maternity ward at Samaritan, she told me to come in right away and see the docotor on call. So up we headed. Tim was working so thankfully all the great people we work with, pooled together and covered for Tim the rest of the night.
It hurt to even walk...it seemed like it took forever to walk upstairs to Labor and Delivery, of course my emotions didn't help at all. I wasn't as nervous until Tim started to cry when he got off the phone with the nurse then I lost it big time. There is just something about watching a man cry...especially mine, when he is more medically trained than I am and I figured he knew what was going on. The nurses were very nice, they got me in my room, had me pee in the cup, and got me in bed...wired me up for sound and asked 401 questions. The nurse that took care of me tried her hardest for like 10 minutes to get little Kara's heartbeat and everytime she would find it, she would go to strap the strap down and she would kick and move. So we know she is a stubborn little girl. She was moving soo much that nurses would peek their head in a laugh because they heard the machine in the hallway.
The midwife came in and from that point on this wonderful lady reassured me that everything was alright, I just have to stop doing so much for right now. I pulled a bunch of ligaments in my stomach and they need a couple days to heal. She put me on semi-bedrest for the weekend with the understanding that if I have any more pain like that to come back in. There was no bleeding or discharge (I know gross) but if there was to come back up immediately. She checked me and said that everything is closed and "feels" great so I have nothing to worry about. Her exact words were "that stubborn little princesss isn't coming out until she's ready which hopefully isn't for at least 16 more weeks"
I apoligized so many times for being one of those paranoid mothers who comes in for every ass ache, but I told them that if I didn't come in and something would have happened I would have never forgiven myself, they were fine and we were out of there by 9...so needless to say here I sit on a Saturday with soo many things I want to do going through my head, I wanted to make a good dinner, I wanted to run a bunch of errands, I wanted to do another load of laundry, but Tim made me promise that I wouldn't do a damn thing all day, he said if he catches me doing anything...he's calling my mother.
It hurt to even walk...it seemed like it took forever to walk upstairs to Labor and Delivery, of course my emotions didn't help at all. I wasn't as nervous until Tim started to cry when he got off the phone with the nurse then I lost it big time. There is just something about watching a man cry...especially mine, when he is more medically trained than I am and I figured he knew what was going on. The nurses were very nice, they got me in my room, had me pee in the cup, and got me in bed...wired me up for sound and asked 401 questions. The nurse that took care of me tried her hardest for like 10 minutes to get little Kara's heartbeat and everytime she would find it, she would go to strap the strap down and she would kick and move. So we know she is a stubborn little girl. She was moving soo much that nurses would peek their head in a laugh because they heard the machine in the hallway.
The midwife came in and from that point on this wonderful lady reassured me that everything was alright, I just have to stop doing so much for right now. I pulled a bunch of ligaments in my stomach and they need a couple days to heal. She put me on semi-bedrest for the weekend with the understanding that if I have any more pain like that to come back in. There was no bleeding or discharge (I know gross) but if there was to come back up immediately. She checked me and said that everything is closed and "feels" great so I have nothing to worry about. Her exact words were "that stubborn little princesss isn't coming out until she's ready which hopefully isn't for at least 16 more weeks"
I apoligized so many times for being one of those paranoid mothers who comes in for every ass ache, but I told them that if I didn't come in and something would have happened I would have never forgiven myself, they were fine and we were out of there by 9...so needless to say here I sit on a Saturday with soo many things I want to do going through my head, I wanted to make a good dinner, I wanted to run a bunch of errands, I wanted to do another load of laundry, but Tim made me promise that I wouldn't do a damn thing all day, he said if he catches me doing anything...he's calling my mother.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Clean...Clean...Clean...Sick...Sick...Sick
Good Morning...
I am waiting for my washer to shut off so I can put another load of laundry in to wash. Tim keeps telling me that I don't have to do laundry everyday, but I do anyway! I know it's only going to get worse when little Kara-boo gets here.
Well, I have managed to get myself sick. I hate being lazy, but lately that's all Tim has been telling me to do. It's been a busy first week of October and not to mention unpredictable. Monday was a busy day, it's pay day for us, so the normal running around doing errands and paying bills, Tim worked all day. Tuesday, more running around, Tim's oldest son Brandon (he's 8) is coming to live with us and starting in a different school next week, so we had to go fill out a bunch of papers at his new school and all that jazz, a little unexpected but a good idea on his mothers part in the long run. I made a deal with Tim on mowing the lawn and doing stuff outdoors so on and so forth, after he mowed the lawn and refused to let me at least weed-wack, by telling me to go sit down and relax, he came inside to find me on the couch sleeping. He woke me up and I should tell you I don't think he should have, I felt like total crap. I was all stuffed up and could barely talk. Dizzy wasn't even the word for it, I felt like I had been drinking for hours and just felt loopy! I forced myself to make dinner which I had maybe a bite out of and Tim was off to school...again here I sit. I picked up the house and sat around. It got to be about 9 and Tim was to get out of class and go right to work for 12 hours, so I decided that I was really dizzy and not feeling well so I jumped in my car and drove to JCC to meet Tim. I figured that if I was going to pass out, I didn't want to be alone here I would rather be out where someone could at least see me and help me, of course giving my fellow co-workers a chance to get some business.
I hate when Tim works overnight, but the money's great so I can't complain. I sleep on the couch downstairs when he isn't home with every light on along with our alarm system, but I didn't sleep Tuesday night...I was up puking from my toes and coughing all night long. I showed up the next morning at Guilfoyle to pick Tim up for my 8:30 doctors appt and he (looking the same as me, no sleep and just lethargic) said you really don't look so good! I of course started to cry and told him that I don't feel good and at least I showered...even though I was in my sweatpants and a sweatshirt for my docotor's appt. He reassured me and told me that today was the day that we go home, and go to bed all day. So we did until about 2p.m. when the phones were ringing and the dogs were barking. Only to get a phone call from work at 2:30 that I had to go to Rochester on a transport. I think I started to cry and my exact words to my dispatcher were "too bad to put on here" he laughed and told me that I am allowed to turn it down, so I did...and I didn't have to go! The kids were here for dinner on Wednesday and I cooked an amazing gormet meal of "Little Ceaser's $5 drive-thru pizzas" they didn't care. But in all, I wanted something sweet after dinner, I was craving chocolate chip cookies, but had no chocolate chips..settled for Oatmeal Butterscotch. Tim helped Makayla with her homework as I chased naughty little "Tyler NO" around the house. Poor kid is into everything and thinks his name is Tyler No. We say Tyler and he says NO.
Wednesday night was a rough night of coughing and tossing and turning with no sleep. Only to get up at 6 for my 12 hour Fort Drum shift on Thursday. I woke up and cried that I didn't want to go...Tim told me to call in but I can do the same thing in an Ambulance for 12 hours that I can do here but only out there I get paid awesome money...at home I get squat. So off to work I went moaning and coughing and just feeling like blah all day. Not to mention by the time Tim and I saw each other last night about 930 I had no voice.
So here we are...Friday already and I'm home alone doing laundry. Tim is taking a dispatching class all weekend...yup...friday, saturday and sunday from 8a-5p, so he is gone all day, and plus working 5p-8a tonight. Lovely life...I know! So this weekend is filled with cleaning the house and hopefully getting some of the nursery cleaned out so we can start on that sooner or later. I just want to get soo many things done around the house, but there never seems to be enough hours in a day or days in a week to get things done!
We have to have another ultrasound on the 16th. I requested this one be 3D so we can actually see what she looks like. Right now, all I'm worried about is that the blood is flowing good through the heart chambers. Hopefully I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she can sit still long enough so they can see it.
Brandon moves in for good on Monday, so we will post more then...I never dreamed that my life would be like this, but for some reason, I wouldn't change it for the world.
xxoo
I am waiting for my washer to shut off so I can put another load of laundry in to wash. Tim keeps telling me that I don't have to do laundry everyday, but I do anyway! I know it's only going to get worse when little Kara-boo gets here.
Well, I have managed to get myself sick. I hate being lazy, but lately that's all Tim has been telling me to do. It's been a busy first week of October and not to mention unpredictable. Monday was a busy day, it's pay day for us, so the normal running around doing errands and paying bills, Tim worked all day. Tuesday, more running around, Tim's oldest son Brandon (he's 8) is coming to live with us and starting in a different school next week, so we had to go fill out a bunch of papers at his new school and all that jazz, a little unexpected but a good idea on his mothers part in the long run. I made a deal with Tim on mowing the lawn and doing stuff outdoors so on and so forth, after he mowed the lawn and refused to let me at least weed-wack, by telling me to go sit down and relax, he came inside to find me on the couch sleeping. He woke me up and I should tell you I don't think he should have, I felt like total crap. I was all stuffed up and could barely talk. Dizzy wasn't even the word for it, I felt like I had been drinking for hours and just felt loopy! I forced myself to make dinner which I had maybe a bite out of and Tim was off to school...again here I sit. I picked up the house and sat around. It got to be about 9 and Tim was to get out of class and go right to work for 12 hours, so I decided that I was really dizzy and not feeling well so I jumped in my car and drove to JCC to meet Tim. I figured that if I was going to pass out, I didn't want to be alone here I would rather be out where someone could at least see me and help me, of course giving my fellow co-workers a chance to get some business.
I hate when Tim works overnight, but the money's great so I can't complain. I sleep on the couch downstairs when he isn't home with every light on along with our alarm system, but I didn't sleep Tuesday night...I was up puking from my toes and coughing all night long. I showed up the next morning at Guilfoyle to pick Tim up for my 8:30 doctors appt and he (looking the same as me, no sleep and just lethargic) said you really don't look so good! I of course started to cry and told him that I don't feel good and at least I showered...even though I was in my sweatpants and a sweatshirt for my docotor's appt. He reassured me and told me that today was the day that we go home, and go to bed all day. So we did until about 2p.m. when the phones were ringing and the dogs were barking. Only to get a phone call from work at 2:30 that I had to go to Rochester on a transport. I think I started to cry and my exact words to my dispatcher were "too bad to put on here" he laughed and told me that I am allowed to turn it down, so I did...and I didn't have to go! The kids were here for dinner on Wednesday and I cooked an amazing gormet meal of "Little Ceaser's $5 drive-thru pizzas" they didn't care. But in all, I wanted something sweet after dinner, I was craving chocolate chip cookies, but had no chocolate chips..settled for Oatmeal Butterscotch. Tim helped Makayla with her homework as I chased naughty little "Tyler NO" around the house. Poor kid is into everything and thinks his name is Tyler No. We say Tyler and he says NO.
Wednesday night was a rough night of coughing and tossing and turning with no sleep. Only to get up at 6 for my 12 hour Fort Drum shift on Thursday. I woke up and cried that I didn't want to go...Tim told me to call in but I can do the same thing in an Ambulance for 12 hours that I can do here but only out there I get paid awesome money...at home I get squat. So off to work I went moaning and coughing and just feeling like blah all day. Not to mention by the time Tim and I saw each other last night about 930 I had no voice.
So here we are...Friday already and I'm home alone doing laundry. Tim is taking a dispatching class all weekend...yup...friday, saturday and sunday from 8a-5p, so he is gone all day, and plus working 5p-8a tonight. Lovely life...I know! So this weekend is filled with cleaning the house and hopefully getting some of the nursery cleaned out so we can start on that sooner or later. I just want to get soo many things done around the house, but there never seems to be enough hours in a day or days in a week to get things done!
We have to have another ultrasound on the 16th. I requested this one be 3D so we can actually see what she looks like. Right now, all I'm worried about is that the blood is flowing good through the heart chambers. Hopefully I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she can sit still long enough so they can see it.
Brandon moves in for good on Monday, so we will post more then...I never dreamed that my life would be like this, but for some reason, I wouldn't change it for the world.
xxoo
Monday, September 24, 2007
She's "Dancing"
Well, I guess I've officially find her moving all around. I can now decifer the gas from the moving. Yesterday we put Grandma's Carolyn's wood in and she made the best clam chowder and everytime I took my first bite of my 4 bowls of chowder...hehe...she would kick. My mother seems to think that she is dancing in there, but who knows what she is doing, me, I seem to think she may be a hyper one!
Last night, after my craziness of thinking that everything had to be clean before I went to bed, I was laying in bed just rubbing this large thing in front of me and all of a sudden right at my belly button, she kicked...and hard, I yelled to Tim, but he was too late, she stopped. I tried to get her to do it again, but no luck. I felt bad for him, but he is cool with it and said that he will feel it sooner or later.
This weekend was just a range of hormones. I have did nothing but cry...cry...cry. Tim finally said to be on Saturday night, "do you want to go spend the night at your moms?" And I said, I would love to. It was a chance for us to get out of the house and just have a night away. It was wonderful. Mom was working but we got to visit with her when she got home. We got up on Sunday and went to church with her and then to grandma's for the day.
I have been having alot of belly pain. I think its just the belly stretching and everything stretching, but god it's painful...I just keep telling myself...no pain...no gain!
Her name is set in stone and I will finally post it because I have promised everyone that I will not change it. The kids love it and have been talking to her and calling her the following name:
KARA MICHELETTE
There it is...no Kennady and no McKenna...KARA it is...I go back to the doctor on Thursday, hopefully we will have another ultrasound soon so the heart chambers are clear, and on Thursday we will know about my cervix length...I'm hoping no news is good news and we can keep ourself shut without stiches!
I'll update more on Thursday.
xxoo
Last night, after my craziness of thinking that everything had to be clean before I went to bed, I was laying in bed just rubbing this large thing in front of me and all of a sudden right at my belly button, she kicked...and hard, I yelled to Tim, but he was too late, she stopped. I tried to get her to do it again, but no luck. I felt bad for him, but he is cool with it and said that he will feel it sooner or later.
This weekend was just a range of hormones. I have did nothing but cry...cry...cry. Tim finally said to be on Saturday night, "do you want to go spend the night at your moms?" And I said, I would love to. It was a chance for us to get out of the house and just have a night away. It was wonderful. Mom was working but we got to visit with her when she got home. We got up on Sunday and went to church with her and then to grandma's for the day.
I have been having alot of belly pain. I think its just the belly stretching and everything stretching, but god it's painful...I just keep telling myself...no pain...no gain!
Her name is set in stone and I will finally post it because I have promised everyone that I will not change it. The kids love it and have been talking to her and calling her the following name:
KARA MICHELETTE
There it is...no Kennady and no McKenna...KARA it is...I go back to the doctor on Thursday, hopefully we will have another ultrasound soon so the heart chambers are clear, and on Thursday we will know about my cervix length...I'm hoping no news is good news and we can keep ourself shut without stiches!
I'll update more on Thursday.
xxoo
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Well today has come and gone, and all the anticipation came down to just a few words..."you want to know what it is right?" and as soon as she said "It's a girl" instantaneously my heart dropped and tears started flowing, I look at Tim, and his eyes were just glowing, my mother and grandmother who were also there just couldn't stop smiling. I thought for sure that all this time it really was going to be a boy, until this morning, Tim got up to get the kids up for school and he said, "I had a dream last night that it was a girl" I smiled and rolled over and said to my self "it's a girl" I got up and took the half hour to do my hair and start drinking the lovely H2O and we headed out the door, I was so nervous.
The Ultrasound tech said that I will have to come in for more testing because she wouldn't stop moving around for her to get a clear picture of the heart chambers but it was nothing for me to be worried about. The baby is measuring big already, the ultrasound tech said that I'm measuring 2 weeks ahead of schedule so maybe we will have an early baby. The first thing I noticed was her BIG head, she will definitley have her fathers head.
Afterward, Mom, Grandma, Tim and I all went to Panara for breakfast and we talked about names and then discussed these wedding plans. Tim and I have also started to plan our wedding in the midst of all of this chaos! After that we went to Target because I have been eyeing this carseat since before I even met Tim, I said to my best friend Molly, if I have a baby and it's a girl, I am getting this carseat! Well with a pricetag of $269.99 and me looking at it for oh...15 minutes or so, I decided that it was probably stupid for me to spend that much on a carseat. We spent almost an hour in the baby isle in Target, Tim was hilarious. "Hun, look at this, Hun come here look at this, isn't this cool, oh my god I want this, hun, hun, hun". He was soo cute and soo happy. We've decided on a jungle theme, there is an 8 peice pattern in Target I think we are going with. I have to go register there in the next couple of weeks for my baby shower, so I think I will be going with that. My mother could not keep her hands off the baby clothing, she was grabbing things left and right. I of course bought a blanket that says "My little princess" I am of course the big princess and baby girl will be the little princess.
On another note, my maternity clothes got here today. No more rubberbanding my pants together (with the exception of my work pants) My mom saw my pants today and said, if you don't go get bigger clothes soon, I will buy you them and make you wear the uglist things ever! She bought me a shirt today in Target...she's the greatest!
Makayla and Brandon were absolutley esctatic when I told them. I had to go into work today so Brandon gets off the bus firsts and calls me and says, "so is it a boy?" and I said "try again" he's like "I get another sister....yeah....i can't wait, when is she coming, what is her name?" Tim got to talk to Makayla and I thought she would be a little jealous, but she was great with the idea and is excited that we will be having a shopping partner!
Our names have taken a turn. We or I should say, I with the influence of other people have decided that MaKenna and Makayla sound too much alike so Tim and I are debating other ones, what I like, he doesn't and what he likes, I don't so, I'm sure her name will pop up sooner or later! We weren't going to tell anyone the names for this now fear that I have that when people give their 2 cents it makes me think I should change it, Tim keeps telling me not to care what others think, but I want everything to be perfect, you know it's my first and all. It's actually gone way out of league and people are getting hurt by the whole situation, it seems that one just cannot be happy for another...oh well i'm happy and that's all that matters!
Well, I have a million phone calls to make and I'll blog again soon...she's really starting to move around alot so I will keep you updated!
The Ultrasound tech said that I will have to come in for more testing because she wouldn't stop moving around for her to get a clear picture of the heart chambers but it was nothing for me to be worried about. The baby is measuring big already, the ultrasound tech said that I'm measuring 2 weeks ahead of schedule so maybe we will have an early baby. The first thing I noticed was her BIG head, she will definitley have her fathers head.
Afterward, Mom, Grandma, Tim and I all went to Panara for breakfast and we talked about names and then discussed these wedding plans. Tim and I have also started to plan our wedding in the midst of all of this chaos! After that we went to Target because I have been eyeing this carseat since before I even met Tim, I said to my best friend Molly, if I have a baby and it's a girl, I am getting this carseat! Well with a pricetag of $269.99 and me looking at it for oh...15 minutes or so, I decided that it was probably stupid for me to spend that much on a carseat. We spent almost an hour in the baby isle in Target, Tim was hilarious. "Hun, look at this, Hun come here look at this, isn't this cool, oh my god I want this, hun, hun, hun". He was soo cute and soo happy. We've decided on a jungle theme, there is an 8 peice pattern in Target I think we are going with. I have to go register there in the next couple of weeks for my baby shower, so I think I will be going with that. My mother could not keep her hands off the baby clothing, she was grabbing things left and right. I of course bought a blanket that says "My little princess" I am of course the big princess and baby girl will be the little princess.
On another note, my maternity clothes got here today. No more rubberbanding my pants together (with the exception of my work pants) My mom saw my pants today and said, if you don't go get bigger clothes soon, I will buy you them and make you wear the uglist things ever! She bought me a shirt today in Target...she's the greatest!
Makayla and Brandon were absolutley esctatic when I told them. I had to go into work today so Brandon gets off the bus firsts and calls me and says, "so is it a boy?" and I said "try again" he's like "I get another sister....yeah....i can't wait, when is she coming, what is her name?" Tim got to talk to Makayla and I thought she would be a little jealous, but she was great with the idea and is excited that we will be having a shopping partner!
Our names have taken a turn. We or I should say, I with the influence of other people have decided that MaKenna and Makayla sound too much alike so Tim and I are debating other ones, what I like, he doesn't and what he likes, I don't so, I'm sure her name will pop up sooner or later! We weren't going to tell anyone the names for this now fear that I have that when people give their 2 cents it makes me think I should change it, Tim keeps telling me not to care what others think, but I want everything to be perfect, you know it's my first and all. It's actually gone way out of league and people are getting hurt by the whole situation, it seems that one just cannot be happy for another...oh well i'm happy and that's all that matters!
Well, I have a million phone calls to make and I'll blog again soon...she's really starting to move around alot so I will keep you updated!
Monday, September 10, 2007
The Names are Picked OUT!
Well, after talking to Tim and really discussing it, we have come up with names, we've shook on it and we have finalized them. We have changed the girls name, you know the last time I said no one is changing our mind....well after us saying it over and over the other night in bed, we have decided to change it.
We have put a lot of thought and talking about it and alot of research into the names and here is what we have come up with:
McKenna Michelette (Tim's god mother's name was Miss Scholette, my mother's name is Michele and my middle name is Collette)
Logan William (Logan is just a name we like and William is an uncle I have, my grandfather's name was Wilfred and Tim's godfather's name was William)
There it is, we weren't going to tell people because we just wanted to keep something a secret because next Tuesday we are finding out the sex, but we decided to let everyone know, I can't keep anything a secret, so what the heck...
I want this to be the last name picking, but I'm sure others will come and go through my mind, but I made Tim promise me that we wouldn't change it.
Well, I'm breaking down and going to buy maternity clothes today. A girl I know opened a new shop in Watertown and the clothes come in all shapes and sizes so I'm going down there to take a look. I'm thinking after 20 weeks of pregnancy I ought to buy clothes that fit, my folding down the buttons just aren't working anymore!
We have put a lot of thought and talking about it and alot of research into the names and here is what we have come up with:
McKenna Michelette (Tim's god mother's name was Miss Scholette, my mother's name is Michele and my middle name is Collette)
Logan William (Logan is just a name we like and William is an uncle I have, my grandfather's name was Wilfred and Tim's godfather's name was William)
There it is, we weren't going to tell people because we just wanted to keep something a secret because next Tuesday we are finding out the sex, but we decided to let everyone know, I can't keep anything a secret, so what the heck...
I want this to be the last name picking, but I'm sure others will come and go through my mind, but I made Tim promise me that we wouldn't change it.
Well, I'm breaking down and going to buy maternity clothes today. A girl I know opened a new shop in Watertown and the clothes come in all shapes and sizes so I'm going down there to take a look. I'm thinking after 20 weeks of pregnancy I ought to buy clothes that fit, my folding down the buttons just aren't working anymore!
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Confused, Frustrated and just plain "insert mood here"
Well, here I sit, on the computer once again. Many things that I should be doing around the house, but Tim's at school and then going straight to work, so I have the house all to myself. I have to be to work at 7a.m., but when the heck, why not blog.
So, I was typing away, doing things on the computer, ok...I was looking up baby names. And in the midst of it, I just decided I NEED TO BLOG. This is what happens when no one is around to talk to....I need to blog.
To be perfectly honest with you, I haven't the slightest clue what we are calling this creature inside me if it's a boy. We have had the girls name picked out since before we conceived...actually we picked it out one night laying in bed in Florida watching a TLC show and we've stuck with it and no one is changing our mind. I made my appointment today for my ultrasound for the anatomy scan...I have until the 18th of September but I'm still so nervous. I want to find out, but I don't want to find out. I want to be prepared to call it by it's name as soon as the technician says what the gender is, but I'm stuck on a boys name and just my luck it's going to be a boy.
Is this normal, so many things going through my head...I hate it when no one is home, I think way to much! If anyone has any idea what I should do, please feel free to give your 2 cents or even 10 cents for that matter.
I'm sure this just looked like I talked about nothing, but I'm scared that in 20 more weeks, my baby boy still won't have a name, that is if it is a boy!
So, I was typing away, doing things on the computer, ok...I was looking up baby names. And in the midst of it, I just decided I NEED TO BLOG. This is what happens when no one is around to talk to....I need to blog.
To be perfectly honest with you, I haven't the slightest clue what we are calling this creature inside me if it's a boy. We have had the girls name picked out since before we conceived...actually we picked it out one night laying in bed in Florida watching a TLC show and we've stuck with it and no one is changing our mind. I made my appointment today for my ultrasound for the anatomy scan...I have until the 18th of September but I'm still so nervous. I want to find out, but I don't want to find out. I want to be prepared to call it by it's name as soon as the technician says what the gender is, but I'm stuck on a boys name and just my luck it's going to be a boy.
Is this normal, so many things going through my head...I hate it when no one is home, I think way to much! If anyone has any idea what I should do, please feel free to give your 2 cents or even 10 cents for that matter.
I'm sure this just looked like I talked about nothing, but I'm scared that in 20 more weeks, my baby boy still won't have a name, that is if it is a boy!
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