Seven weeks

Seven weeks, view from the inside

Okay, the cat's out of the bag! We told Mackenzie on Saturday morning. The shirt I ordered never showed, nor did I get a response from the email I sent to the person I ordered it from. GGRRRR... So I fashioned my own "Big Sister" shirt with some iron-on letters and a pink sweatshirt. Turned out great, if I must say so myself. Anyhoo, I wrapped it up with a pretty bow and gave it to Mackenzie. She thought it was an early birthday present. However, it didn't take her but a split second to figure it out. She jumped up and down, screaming with excitement. I haven't been able to get the shirt off of her since.

We told the rest of the family Saturday evening. I think the family is excited, some more than others. I also told my boss and everyone at work yesterday. I wasn't sure of what my boss' reaction would be, since this means six weeks away from work and countless dr's appointments, but he and everyone else seemed thrilled. Yay! What a relief to finally tell!

Six Weeks

Nothing much new other than a few pounds. The baby is about the size of a grain of rice at this point, and yet I've still managed to put on at least 5 pounds.

I'm still waiting on Mackenzie's shirt to arrive. We really want to tell her this weekend, shirt or no shirt! Then, of course, immediately after we will need to tell the rest of the family because I know poor Mackenzie will not be able to keep that one to herself.

I have an ultrasound scheduled for next Thursday. This is to measure how far along we are before I even get to meet with an OB doc. So far I only have one really big fear (other than labor, of course). Because I'm considered "old" in the maternal world, I will be given the option of several genetic tests that I never had with Mackenzie. Some of these tests are blood tests, some are high-level ultrasounds, and some are invasive tests, meaning having a needle poked into my belly. I am not looking forward to making these decisions.

I just ordered this shirt for Mackenzie. I thought it would be a neat way to tell her about the baby. Now, the problem I'm having is WHEN to tell her, as well as the rest of the family.

I'm only about 5 weeks pregnant and my pants are already snug. Okay, I'll admit, this is partly due to just coming off the holiday binging. But I've got to watch my weight gain this time around. I ballooned up about 60 lbs with Mackenzie and it took FOREVER to get it off. Not to mention I resembled a beached whale by the time I was due.

I've been off my medicine for 6 days now. So far I'm okay. The first night off of it, I got close to a crying jag, but thankfully Ken talked me down. Since then, I haven't noticed much difference.

Our happy little threesome, soon to grow...

In the beginning...

It's taken us a long time to decide that a second child is right for our family.

So here's where the journey begins. After only two months of trying, I tested positive on December 30, 2006, before I had even missed a period. So much for having a beer to celebrate the new year, eh?

I met with my family Dr. yesterday evening. According to her calculations, I am due September 13, 2007. This puts me at 4 weeks. FOUR WEEKS? Why, you ask, if I've only been knocked up for about two weeks? It's because they start counting from the beginning of your cycle, not from the date of conception. Now don't you feel smarter?

So far I don't feel pregnant at all. It is a little early in the game, however. We're not quite ready to tell Mackenzie yet, mainly because we want to make sure the "Bean" sticks. There's still the possibility of a miscarriage. But I am excited about telling her! She even asked for a brother or sister for Christmas. Well, Santa delivered since conception was probably around December 20th or so.

What do we hope for, a boy or girl? A boy would be the obvious choice. But I have enjoyed having my girl so much that another girl would be very welcomed as well. I know it's cliche, but I really don't care as long as the baby is healthy.

I now have to give up caffine, or at least cut down alot. I LOVE my coffee...I do not function very well until after a cup of morning coffee. And no alcohol at all, obviously! Also, at the advice of my doctor, I am going off my antidepressant for the first trimester. Wow, this ought to be a fun ride. No caffine, no alcohol, AND no antidepressant??? I think Ken will feel it worse than I will, bless his heart!!