It's a Boy!

We found out on July 7th that this is a little boy! His name is Gavin... not sure, yet about the middle name. And "Gavin" is actually subject to change without notice. We found out, too, at that appointment that Dr. Shaeffer will be in and out of town during the time he is due, so it's very possible that he'll be able to deliver the baby! Honestly, I'm a tiny bit disappointed and a little bit scared about this being a boy. Disappointed because #1 Jennifer will be having a girl (and that would mean I had alot of pretty little hand-me-downs!) and I had hoped they could grow up together kind of like Brian and Jason did. And #2 I would have liked to be finished with having babies for sure. Now, I'm not convinced that if I don't try one more time... I'm a little scared because I don't know how it is possible to feel differently about another boy. And I'm not sure that I'll be able to love him as much as Braedon or at least not compare him to Braedon. Or what if I leave Braedon out and love the baby more? I'm sure that's all normal insecurities and that it's probably all just paranoia, but it's still something that bothers me.

Anyway, we went shopping for Braedon's "big boy" room, this weekend. He's going to have americana and transportation. Kind of vitage stuff. We found a Pier 1 kids and a Bombay Kids and bought them out! So much fun! Hopefully, we'll get his furniture, this week so that I can put the room together before his birthday. I'm not believing he's about to be 2! It seems like I was just holding a little baby!

My next appointment is on August 4th with Lynn Kunkel. Love her! Maybe she'll put my mind at ease about all this silly stuff. Later!

Doctors are stupid!

My gripe: If you don't have the letters "MD" after your name, doctors think you haven't got a clue! Brian had a ruptured appendix because his doctor wouldn't listen. Now, my O.B. thinks that this baby is due on the 27th of November when I KNOW it's really due on the 17th. Hopefully, they'll clear it up at the next visit... July 7th. I weighed 189(?) at this last visit and the baby's heart rate was about 155 or so. We find out next month whether we have a "Gavin" or a "Mayson". (Think GIRL!) Also, Dr. Shaeffer, who delivered Braedon, is moving to Pennsylvania before the baby gets here, so I've got to go about the task of choosing another doctor and planning the delivery around his/her "on-call" days. Have I ever mentioned that I despise being pregnant!

Post-Doctor visit #1

Went to the doctor, last Thursday. They weighed me, did a urinalysis, pap smear, pelvic exam, and breast exam. Everything was fine. I weighed in at a whoppin' 185. Wow. That means I've already gained 10lbs! Slow down, girlie. They did the ultrasound, but it didn't really show anything more than a black smudge with a little fluttering heartbeat. It was good to see the baby, though. Boy, I hope this is a girl! (I say that knowing that one day he/she may read this and if he/she is a he, then please don't think I don't love you because you're a boy.)

Since I went to the doctor, I haven't been feeling as nauseous. I think I must have made myself sick, for some reason. I find it curious that I didn't feel bad until the pregnancy was confirmed at the doctor and it went away "miraculously" after I saw the doctor on the 14th. Hmmm. I'm not really sure why my brain would do that to me, but at least it's gone, now.

That's about it! I'll add more, later.

We told friends, last night.

Last night, we went out to dinner with Shaw & Becky, Ronnie & Jennifer and Johnny & Amanda. We told them that Braedon had a new trick to show them. So, we asked him "where is mama's baby?" and he pointed at my tummy! They almost didn't get it. But, they're all excited.

Pregnant!

Found out this weekend that we're expecting! I took a test, Friday night, but didn't believe it, so by Sunday I had taken 4! Monday (3/21) I went to the doctor to confirm. Funny story... I went in the restroom to give my "specimen" and sat down on the throne. While I was sitting there, I wrote my name on the cup and started to fill it up. Then, the fire alarm started going off! A nurse started beating on the door and telling me to get out. I managed to "finish" and put the cup in the little window, then rushed out of the restroom and down the hall to the fire exit. After we were all safely standing in the middle of the parking lot for all the world to see, I got to fasten my belt. Yeah... everybody caught it. Nice.
Anyway, so we went to mom and dad's Monday night and gave them the news. Braedon was wearing a little t-shirt that said "I'm the big brother". Mom said "I'm the big WHAT!!!" Then she got it. They're both excited.
Tuesday night, we told Brian's parents. The same way. They were so suprised. And happy.
Tonight we're going to meet up with our friends and let them know. I guess it probably won't be as dramatic with them... kind of a "been there/done that" thing. But, it's still a big deal to us!