Baby love

When we were in Australia, I started feeling, "not so well". At first, it wasn't really a matter of being sick, but I was just so stinkin tired. All day. I would go to put J down for his naps, and an hour or so later, Chris would wander into the room to see where I disappeared to, just to find me sacked out on the bed.

I figured I was just not adjusting well to the jet lag. However, it was a few days later, that I still couldn't kick it. I was falling asleep everywhere. I was pooped. I mentioned to our friends, that maybe I was pregnant, half joking. Tealia did NOT think I was joking, and within a few minutes we were packed up in the car, driving to track down a pregnancy test.

We found out we were pregnant again on Mothers Day. What a great day!! It was my first "real" mothers day, being that last year I was about 8 months pregnant. I spent the day throwing up, and feeling the effects of this sweet baby miracle. I was a very grateful mother.

We had our first doctors appointment set up the week we got home from the land down under. That appointment was pretty standard: "Yep. You're pregnant. According to our calculations, you are due... CHRISTAMS DAY! Cool. I have never really had anyone due Christmas Day." and we set up our next appointment with the actual OB. If you do the math, the time between our first doctor appointment, and our first OB appointment (are you confused??), was about 3 weeks later. I was looking forward to this next appointment, because it would be the thorough baby-exam, hear the heart beat, yadda yadda.

We met with our same Doctor Shimizu that we have been with since we moved here two years ago. She was excited for us, and did all the normal routine "things". Once we started discussing the due date, I expressed my concern about the actuality of this date being any where near the time I would actually deliver. J was due June 1, and was born June 22. I figured if this one was due Christmas time, with my luck, it would be born around Valentines Day.

That's when we were pleasantly surprised that she decided to do an ultra sound (NOT a normal thing for her patients---they usually do the one and only ultra sound around 20 weeks, and that's it), to try and pin point a more stable due date. J's first ultra sound was around 7 weeks (I am high risk, so we got all sorts of perks with him...that's what you get for having a messed up body), and sorry to say, it was less than amusing. He was smaller than a kidney bean. If anything, we could simply see a flash of light, that the doctor said, "Oh look, that's his heart".

But not with this kido. It was almost an overwhelming experience. Chris and I were expecting that same pathetic kidney bean shot. OH NO! This little baby is a full on baby, with arms and legs to boot. I had not prepared myself emotionally for this, and was just so pleased to see our little BABY--not alien!!-- on the screen. It was delightful! There is just something to say for when you get to see the actual life that is in you.

Of course, the fact that all the measurements she took, put him dead smack on Christmas Day, was wonderful, too. I guess we won't have a Valentines Day baby after all...

PS Don't hold your breath... We are NOT finding out what we are having, again. I apologize before hand. No form of bribery, or money will change our mind, either. We will just all have to find out at the same time, come December.