I'm a Slacker

I know, I know, I haven't been around. Well I've been around, I have just been....um, not very productive. I don't really have an excuse besides just plain, good, ole fashioned laziness.

I started this blog to keep a daily.....weekly journal of my pregnancy but the past few weeks, nothing spectacular has happened. Besides the fact that I am carrying a miracle and all. I have finally just started feeling better. The waves of nausea have finally subsided and I have actually gained my appetite back. I lost about 8 lbs from the morning, afternoon and evening sickness and I have finally gained all that back, so that puts me at a whopping 124 lbs and I will be 4 months tomorrow....woohoo!! So excited and for some more exciting news, we have our ultrasound on Wednesday to find out if we need pink or blue blankies. Deep down, I think its a girl. Brad thinks its a boy. I guess we will see who wins this one, but in all honesty, we don't care what the sex of the baby is. As long as he/she is a healthy, happy baby.

We have a pretty busy weekend ahead of us and I will do my best to take my camera everywhere with me and take some pics of our daily adventures and I promise to be a better blogger because I know I can always look back and recall these wonderful pregnant days. For my friends out there, help keep me motivated when I slack.

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.

.....Still Feeling Pukey

Pukey.....I'm not sure if that's even a word, I know what puke means and pukey rhymes with dookie so that's exactly how I feel, like pukey and dookie.

I understand that morning sickness is a blessing, I really do and they say its a sign of a healthy pregnancy.....( I think a man came up with that).....but please give me a break. It's lasting all day long now, I carry crackers with me, wherever I go. I think my T.V. screen makes me sick, my husband's socks make me want to vomit and one look at my son's smelly face and I could lose it. I know I sound horrible but I forgot that you could smell everything when you are pregnant....and I mean everything.

On top of all that, I used to love to eat and now nothing sounds good. My whole world is turning upside down. What will I do if I can't eat? Eating is my life....and now right before the Greatest Eating Holiday of the Year. I will find a way, I will make myself sick on turkey, mashed potatoes, GB casserole and pie and I found this great recipe for caramel punkin pie (that's right, I said punkin, thats how I say it, that's how I spell it.) When I get a chance, I will share the recipe, I promise.

Oh yeah.....I have recently acquired some kind of cold, it started somewhere in my face and moved down to my throat.....I wake up with a sore throat and I know that bugger is working to get down into my chest so I feel even more miserable for Thanksgiving.....and I'm pretty sure there is not much medicine I can take right now so I've been drowning myself in Orange Juice and if you knew what Orange Juice does to my insides, then you would know why I feel pukey.....oh the smell. It's a mean and viscious cycle.

Feeling Yucky.....

Well I thought I was going to be one of the lucky ones, I thought I was going to be that lucky girl that didn't have a single wave of nausea.....I was wrong. It hit me yesterday and it seems to hit me right after I drink water, hmmm, maybe I should just keep drinking cokes, I don't feel sick when I drink cokes, but then, that wouldn't be good for the baby......but it taste so good.

The good news is that I haven't physically puked yet, I know its coming. I know its inevitable, I was at the elementary school last night for my son's Read-In and its like I could smell everything, all the people and all their little children.....I know it sounds bad, but kids smell and that smell, makes me sick.

When we got home I was talking to my husband, Brad. "Honey, I don't feel so well, I might have to throw up." He replies with, " I bet you will feel better if you do, just go throw up." What a man?!? Who says that!?! Does he not know, that once you throw up, you can't stop, and its not like it feels good, like you relieved something, your freaking throwing up. How could that make me feel better?

Well lucky for me, I fought the temptation and decided to sleep. There is nothing better than sleeping while you are pregnant. It doesn't seem to matter where you are or what you are doing, lay your head down and your going to doze off to sleep. Anyone that knows me, knows that I love to sleep, sleeping and eating, my 2 favorite things. Sleeping and dreaming about eating.....even better!!!

Well, I've ate breakfast, I finished my coke, so I guess the only thing left to do is take a nap before I get nauseous. I love the pregnant life!!!

Deciding to Blog

My reason for starting a blog is because our life is about to head down a road I never thought I would be heading down again.....I'm pregnant. I was sure that I was done having children but to my surprise, my husband said he wanted to have a child. So here I am, pregnant and absolutely loving life but I'm having trouble remembering anything and everything so I wanted to have a journal of my pregnancy. I want the child that is growing inside of me to be able to look at this years down the road and know what his/her Mommy was thinking about the whole time I was pregnant.

This baby is a gift from God, and I want to share this experience with the world. I am so blessed.