Hearing the Heartbeat

Finally, Dec 10th arrives....I have had this appointment for 4 weeks now. We have been so anxious and excited to see and hear our Baby and his/her hearbeat. It was awesome, well, it would have been a lot better. I think our sonogram technician was having a rough day because she was a bit rude and very quick with her services, but I won't hold that against, everyone has their reasons to be grumpy. Anyways, we walked into the office and sat down for a whole 5 minutes and she called us back, I never expected that we were going to do the sonogram 1st. We walked into this pretty dark room and I laid back and the lady squirted the warm jelly stuff on my belly and there it was, our gummy bear. I thought we were 10 weeks pregnant, looks like I was a bit off.....I'm only almost 9 weeks, so a little set back but thats ok. We got to hear the heartbeat very briefly, 180 bpm...now thats fast. Brad was amazed, he was like, "what, thats his heartbeat?" He was in awe of it all. She managed to snap a pic and throw me an oversized napkin before kicking me out. I will let her slide this time but next time, I won't play so nice. So without further ado.....here is our "gummy bear".

After the sonogram we headed to an office, where they asked me a hundred questions about my health and history and then they stole my blood like vampires and weighed me.....I lost a couple of lbs......thanks to the nausea and vomitting. After all that we had to meet with the Doctor for the full body exam and my pap. He was down there for some time..."checking things out" .....I asked him if he was digging for gold and he said, "uh yeah, kinda." Turns out that I got some issues going on down there. He found a cyst of some kind on my cervix and he wants to schedule a colposcopy.....or something like that. He was hesitant on saying "cancer" but he wanted to be better safe than sorry. Most likely its a cyst or a fibroid, if its just a cyst, he wants to remove it, if it turns out to be a fribroid, then that puppy stays and could end up clogging my cervix which would lead to a c-section. So not the best of news but not the worst of news either. I know God is taking care of me and I have faith that this will all work out. I go back to the Doc in a few weeks to have the procedure, so I am just going to try and stay calm and hope for the best.

December 3rd, 1999

Jefferson Russell Moore was my best friend, my closest ally, my life and my heart. He was taken from me on the 3rd of December in 1999. He died in a tragic car accident, I haven't been the same since he has been gone. Jeff was the light of my life, always quick to cheer you up and make you smile. He had a heart of gold and he was taken from us much to soon.

People always come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When I 1st met Jeff, I never knew that I would have needed him the way that I did. I never knew that this person that I only knew for a few months would get me through the death of my Mother. Jeff came to me for a specific reason. To be there at the hospital when the Dr. told me my Mom died, to hold me when I cried myself to sleep and to pick me up when I felt like giving up. He was my rock, he was my everything.....little did I know he would be joining my Mother a month and a half later.

I was so angry, I was furious that my Mom would be taken from me and now the one person that knew how to take care of me was gone too. It took a long time, years in fact before I realized why he came into my life. Jeff met my need at the time and that was it, it was time for him to go. I was so blessed to have him in my life and losing him helps me to cherish everyone in my life. I know what its like to have someone stolen from you. One day here and the next day gone. Jeff taught me a lot of things during his short time here on earth and I just hope that you get something from this. Please know that life is too short to be angry, bitter, resentful or filled with hate. Love everyone and know that in a blink of an eye, they could be taken from you.

This is me and Jeff in Nov. 99, 1 month before he died.

Jeff.....I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you, its like my heart knew right then and there, that you were my angel. I miss you everyday of my life and I can't wait to see you once again in heaven.

Better late than never.

Lets talk Turkey.....or lack of Turkey....because thats what I had....No Turkey. My job on Thursday was to make the mashed potatoes, broccoli casserole, green bean casserole, rolls and prep the turkey's for frying. Thats right I said turkeys......count em up, 4 of them to be exact.

And I know Thanksgiving is all about coming together as a family, inviting strangers who have no where else to go and being grateful for all the wonderful blessings in your life. Well I am pregnant and yes I am ever so grateful about being in "this condition" but at the same time, wow! I should have thought this through.....who wants morning, afternoon and evening sickness on Thanksgiving. So amidst the frying of turkeys, cooking of food and all these random strangers eating with their mouths open and slurping and burping and chomping.....I lost my appetite. I did however manage to force a roll and a slice of punkin pie down my throat before it all came back up somewhere around 9 p.m. Lucky me, I should have eaten something that was more enjoyable.....that way tasting it twice wouldn't have been so bad.

This head cold that my wonderful husband gave me, is still lingering around too.....I am too scared to take any medicine since I am still so early in my pregnancy. If I still feel horrible tomorrow, I will probably call my Doc and see what he says.

I was feeling pretty puny Friday afternoon so my wonderful husband decided to drag me out to Jacksonville so I could get my Christmas tree decorations. I found everything I was looking for at Garden Ridge....and thank goodness for that, I was about to pass out shortly after we left that store.

Saturday sometime in the afternoon, I mustered up the energy to set the tree up and it turned out beautiful.....I need a tree skirt still and a few other items but all in all, I think it turned out just how I imagined it. I was exhausted afterwards though so of course I took a long and wonderful nap on the couch, I am thinking about just permanently sleeping in the living room.

Well that pretty much wraps up our Thanksgiving weekend. I was sick.....end of story. Here are a few pictures that I managed to snap. I hope everyone else's holiday was a little bit better than mine......God Bless!!!

Here is Brad.....with the infamous make me wanna puke Turkey Fryer's

Here's William....doing what he does best, avoiding crowds by riding his bike, smart, smart boy.

Seriously.....does it look like I want my picture taken? Get the camera out of my face before I puke on your shoes.....those were my exact words....no joke. Last but not least, our Christmas tree.....I just love it. Those are feathers by the way.....kinda looks like I got dead animals hanging in my tree....oh well. I like it.