I know it's been a bit since we've posted, but basically our lives have been crazy busy to say the least!! Since we posted, we have gone through with purchasing our first home, Billy switching jobs, trying to move, etc etc etc. all the while with the little part of the brain that the baby has left me with!! (yes, I feel like I have lost my head sometimes...I've heard this will never return...)
Cashew is doing well (from what I can tell). A few days ago I did start having some hip joint pain and at first I just thought I slept on it wrong or something but it got to the point where I was waddling around like I was 8 months prego but without the belly!!! Called the doc and she said that I was a bit ahead of norm but that it was just the hormones and such doing wonders on my expanding and softening body parts, that somewhere along the line a nerve got in the way of all that and possibly the baby was chillin in a position to put pressure on it or something. So I get to go to PT now!! It's all worth it, right ladies!!
I have noticed my pants are a little bit more snug, which is fun because I was always told that you wouldn't show until you were like 5 months along!!
Billy's doing great, excited about everything going on!! I give him updates on what the baby looks like at certain points and it cracks me up everytime when he gives me that look like "whoa!!" I told him tonight what the doc said about my hip and he was pretty astounded at what women's bodies go through during pregnancy. We got to talking about how God created men and women differently to be able to handle our differing roles, both physically and otherwise. How creative and great a God we love and are loved by to have created something so beautifully complicated!! Love it!! Love HIM!!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Little One on the Way!!
So last Thursday, I was sitting around on spring break and noticed I felt really nauseous. Now, for those of you just catching up with us or those who haven't heard the whole story, this is not necessarily an uncommon situation to be having symptoms like this. We've been trying for almost a year and almost every month I've had something funky going on with my body. Billy and I thought that this was nothing new but to be sure we bought yet another preg test. We both were convinced that this was just another funk so he went to work the following morning and I took the test... +...took the second (I didn't believe it)... +
We are pregnant!!
I got in my car, drove to the hospital (without calling mind you, which is absolutely not in my nature...must be the baby) and demanded a blood test. Well, they close earlier than normal so I would have to wait until Monday to get the results. But, they informed me that to them the at-home's were just as accurate and were good enough for them.
So now began the epic struggle of how to tell Billy. Do I call? naw Do I wait until he gets home? Yeah right!! So I opted for the trend of the age...good old text messaging!! I took a picture of the tests (yes, plural) and included a msg that said "someone's going to be a daddy..." and sent it away. The typical happened: he called, we cried and exclaimed, yadda yadda.
Important side story
We had some friends over Saturday night and shared with them the great news. They are about 3 1/2 months along themselves and have been calling their little one "peanut."
Fast forward to Sunday night, when we told my parents. Billy had this cute idea to use a tradition we've had in our family since I was a kid: the Wayne Newton prayer card. Yes, you heard correctly. We had picked up this playing card with wayne on it when I was in elementary school and when we began to fight over who was going to say prayer at dinner time, someone got the brilliant idea to use the card. Whoever had the card under their placemat was the person to say prayer. Billy and I had wallets made of the preg test and stuck them under the placemats before dinner that night and announced the wayne tradition. Needless to say, mom, dad and sister all cried.
Monday we get the call that my test was postive, and my numbers good so we schedule an ultrasound for the following day since we had no idea when my due date was. To explain this, my last cycle was Jan 27, and for those unsure of that significance...I was way late. I think I was going on like 60 someodd days of no cycle. Strange this was that we had taken tests as late as first week in March and they turned up negatory. Oh well!! God has His ways!!
We had the ultra sound yesterday and both that and my numbers varified we are 6 weeks along. We were able to hear the heartbeat and Billy was just in rapture of the screen. He said at one point "it's our little peanut!" I told him that we couldn't call him that because of our friends, and about 10 seconds later, he said "it's our little cashew!!" So that is how our baby has been dubbed Cashew. The grandparents and aunt of Cashew have run with it and I am now sure that this poor child will never live this nickname down...
We are pregnant!!
I got in my car, drove to the hospital (without calling mind you, which is absolutely not in my nature...must be the baby) and demanded a blood test. Well, they close earlier than normal so I would have to wait until Monday to get the results. But, they informed me that to them the at-home's were just as accurate and were good enough for them.
So now began the epic struggle of how to tell Billy. Do I call? naw Do I wait until he gets home? Yeah right!! So I opted for the trend of the age...good old text messaging!! I took a picture of the tests (yes, plural) and included a msg that said "someone's going to be a daddy..." and sent it away. The typical happened: he called, we cried and exclaimed, yadda yadda.
Important side story
We had some friends over Saturday night and shared with them the great news. They are about 3 1/2 months along themselves and have been calling their little one "peanut."
Fast forward to Sunday night, when we told my parents. Billy had this cute idea to use a tradition we've had in our family since I was a kid: the Wayne Newton prayer card. Yes, you heard correctly. We had picked up this playing card with wayne on it when I was in elementary school and when we began to fight over who was going to say prayer at dinner time, someone got the brilliant idea to use the card. Whoever had the card under their placemat was the person to say prayer. Billy and I had wallets made of the preg test and stuck them under the placemats before dinner that night and announced the wayne tradition. Needless to say, mom, dad and sister all cried.
Monday we get the call that my test was postive, and my numbers good so we schedule an ultrasound for the following day since we had no idea when my due date was. To explain this, my last cycle was Jan 27, and for those unsure of that significance...I was way late. I think I was going on like 60 someodd days of no cycle. Strange this was that we had taken tests as late as first week in March and they turned up negatory. Oh well!! God has His ways!!
We had the ultra sound yesterday and both that and my numbers varified we are 6 weeks along. We were able to hear the heartbeat and Billy was just in rapture of the screen. He said at one point "it's our little peanut!" I told him that we couldn't call him that because of our friends, and about 10 seconds later, he said "it's our little cashew!!" So that is how our baby has been dubbed Cashew. The grandparents and aunt of Cashew have run with it and I am now sure that this poor child will never live this nickname down...
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