Five Weeks

Another glamorous selfie. Awkward... :)

Um...

Never mind about those pickles... :|

Burp

Note: Feeling like one might throw up is not an ideal situation to pair with a little girl who actually is. :( Several times. All night long,

"My is just burp-burp, and it all comed out!"

:( My poor girl. (And my poor stomach.)



Last Night's Facebook Post: I'm not sure we have enough sheets and blankies to keep up with this little girl's throw up! :( We've seriously changed her sheets (and bathed her off and put new jammies on her) at least five times already! Please, please, please let my baby stop puking and get some sleep!

Next-Morning Update: She was all done tossing cookies by about 2am and slept in until 8:30. When she came out of her room, she was smiling and chipper.

"Mom! No burps are coming out!" :)

She's kept water down and is wanting food. I'll see how long I can hold her off. I hope last night was the first and last of it.

Let's Talk About Sex

As in gender, of course. Meh, who am I kidding? We can talk about that other kind too if you want. ;)

Aaaaaanyway... I have asked Derek several times what he would guess: if we're having a boy or a girl, and he tends to guess girl. Me too. Not for any good reason. Not even due to intuition. It's just a guess, a shot in the dark. A 50/50 shot at being right. Maybe because we've had a baby girl most recently? Maybe because Jolie talks about our "baby in heaven" as a she? I don't know.

But tonight we made these "Apple Fritter" things, a batter-and-fry-apple-slices recipe I found recently on Pinterest. Carny food, powdered sugar on top. Delicious, but absolutely NOT what the doctor ordered! I feel super nauseous and gross now. Bleh.

A.

Now B.

When I was first pregnant with James, I could not stomach sweet or heavy things. I wanted salads and pickles (and lots of pickled okra). With Jolie, I wanted refrained beans and corn dogs and carny food in general. And while I'm fully aware of the non-scientific nature of this conclusion, I somehow put A and B together.

So carny food = bleh, and crisp pickles = mmm? And boy = pickle (etc) cravings? Could we be having a boy??

I suppose only time will tell. I will be so happy no matter the kid's gender! I mean, I quite love the two varieties I have now!

I want a healthy, strong, happy baby. Of either sex. Or even one of each! :)

Achy (Not Breaky) Womb

Today was a super productive day! We ditched church (the kids and I; Derek went for Priesthood and taught the lesson), but I was productive from about 9am on.

You see, I've been thinking about all the stuff we have jammed into the "Craft Room" and how in the world we're going to transform the space into an inviting nursery. (Quite honestly, the whole idea thrills me, as interior decor stuff is totally fun-- seriously, the stuff of daydreams. But it pains me to part with my craft center, and I'm pretty certain that's going to have to happen.)

Anyway, I was up all night perusing Pinterest for ideas. (Which resulted in a late-night text from a suspicious Jon... I think I threw him off the scent, but I'm not sure.) And this morning, I decided that some major dejunking and organizing was in order.

I was able to organize and condense the huge tub of pictures from my childhood (mostly high school). Woohoo! That's been on my to-do list for what, 12 years? And Derek and I sorted through snow clothes and got those all in one place. And I have somewhat organized baby toys (which were in the closet to start with but were just squeezed in here and there and in no way condensed). And more! I'm so proud of myself. :)

But I've decided to take it down a notch and put my feet up a bit. Not like I was doing anything super labor intensive or anything, but I think I should rest a bit. My womb ("How many times do I have to hear the word WOMB today?!") has been a titch crampy and achy. Nothing I'm worried about at all, but still - a reminder that I should let my body take it easy. And I'm getting quite nauseous (heart burny, really). So yes. I'll chill.

Nothing sounded good for dinner, so I proposed Cheerios. It was well-received, but I didn't feel up to eating when it was grub time. So I kept cleaning. Now, though, that the kidlets are down and I'm sitting and trying to relax, I heated up a couple of hot dogs (plain, no bun) and followed those up with a Popsicle. Haha. Poor, nutrient-deprived baby. :|

Tomorrow, I'll need to think of something to make that's packed with veggies! :) Still, though... Hooray for productive days (and flexible, non-breaky wombs)!

Pain and Paranoia

I'm hurting, and freaking out just a tad. It started last night. My left side of my abdomen hurts, just a dull ache. I flipped out and had a meltdown last night, and Derek had to give me a pep talk and help me calm down. But now it's morning, and the pain's still there. My paranoia is out of control. I could seriously throw up.

My first thought was ectopic pregnancy. My second was gas. I genuinely have no idea which it could be. I certainly hope it's the latter. I'm scared. And in pain. Please be nothing serious...



Update (next day, early am): things got worse. My anxiety was through the roof. I had a major meltdown at lunch time and very seriously had can't-breath panic. Sheesh! Scary, ridiculous stuff.

But then they got better. I took a nap. Then I felt tremendously better. Derek and I later went on a date, leaving the kids at home with Uncle Michael. It was a fabulous date and very soothing to my soul.

I am so incredibly grateful that it was nothing, really. ((Huge sigh of relief))

All I Want For Christmas

In class (work), we're discussing seasons, favorite seasons, weather, etc. And any time someone mentions Christmas, I get a giddy chill inside! I am so excited!! This baby is the best Christmas present I will ever have. I cannot wait. Maybe having a baby for Christmas won't be so bad after all! :) Yep, I just felt giddy again. Bah! So fun!!

Four Weeks

Here is a preggie pic for ya. The first of many, I hope. It was taken today, amid all the craziness of toys that we call The Craft Room. Ha! Who were we kidding?! ;)

Confirmation

It's official! I'm pregnant, and I have a doctor's note to prove it! Yes, it was still only a pee test that they administered (probably no different than mine), but still... it totally counts.

!!

I'm pretty excited. Derek is, too, and I love that quite a lot. We already love this baby. And I kind of love that too.

Oh, and I'm super sore-nippled, peeing a ton and trying not to think negative thoughts. I'm a bit of a pessimist, it seems.

But... baby!! Yay!!

EDD: December 27, 2013

Merry Christmas to us!!

And so much for my carefully laid plan. Apparently God doesn't do ultimatums. :)

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Hungry

I had a dream the other day (nap time on Friday? Saturday?) that I gave birth to twins, two precious little girls. It didn't feel like a premonition, just another of my crazy and detailed dreams, but my goodness it made me baby hungry!

I had discovered a website called The Sceptical Mother the night before and spent hours perusing pictures of babies, info on water births, articles on breast feeding, etc. Needless to say, I totally asked for it.

The dream was funny (not funny-haha as much as funny-hm). Rachel Shaw (D's cousin in law, whom we haven't seen in years- random) was for some reason showing us how she removed her amniotic sac on her own. (?!) And I was big and pregnant and for some reason was in the other room sitting on a pile of blankets and thought, "I should give that a try!" Anyway, somehow this attempt resulted in labor - and I had one little girl shoot (!) out of me onto the floor, and then the other little girl slid out waterside style after her. Holy smokes, right?! I panicked (rightly so) and called Mom and Derek in from the other room saying something like, "Um! I think I need some help in here!" :) The babies were cleaned up and cords cut. Everything was fine. (**Do not try this at home! Lol)

I remember trying to keep track of which baby was born first, and when. Even in my dreams, I'm anal like that. The girls were fraternal twins, but they looked quite similar. Pale skin, dark hair (though- again, realistically- neither had much hair really... an average amount, I guess). But one had brown eyes, and one had blue. The one with the brown eyes was born first, though I only got a quick glimpse of her eyes before she shut them and fell asleep. I know, crazy detailed.

I remember that I was overwhelmed by the idea of twins (how to house them, mostly), but oh how I loved them! We named one Cora and the other June (ha, so creative, Bec! -- Cora June is a name possibility if we ever have another girl). I can't remember for sure who was whom, but I think the brown eyed beauty was Cora.  They were so tiny and so precious! I genuinely realize that my dreams are bogus, but mmm- how I loved them.

So now... I'm pinterest-ing baby stuff left and right. And I'm tossing my December Baby hang up out the window. As soon as a widdo baby (or babies!) wants to come, I'm ready. Hotel Becca's Bump is officially open for service! :) Ha.

Protection: FAIL

Apparently I'm less than good at having protected sex. :|

Oops.

And as such, a Christmas baby is once again a possibility. Sorry, baby! Maybe we'll start celebrating half-birthdays, too! Kids need presents more than once a year.