Just Like That-11 weeks

Just like that my doc shaved two days from my due date! Every little bit helps so I was estatic to find out that I was actually 11 weeks exactly and not 10 weeks, five days. Ultrasounds don't lie and yesterday I got my third. The first was given at about 5 weeks and the second at about 7 in the emergency room where they barely even let you see the screen. This time however, both Damon and DJ were there to see the new little addition waving and jumping all around. We saw legs, arms, hands, a massive head, and a super-strong heart beat.



I was also informed that I would have my Picc line for at least another three weeks which is just fine with me. We discussed where the baby would be delivered and there was some debate between Damon and I about that. We'll see who wins in the end, but I think a hospital tour may be in order.

After the appointment we all visited Babies R' Us and checked out strollers, car seats, swings, bassinets and bedding. I know this is my third time down this road but I have absolutely nothing. We gave all our baby gear away to friends and the less-forutnate so we're litterally starting from scratch. We saw lots of things that we like, but only one thing that we're absolutely sold on-The Sweet Peace Baby Soother . It's about a billion dollars and the best swing I've ever seen. I think baby gear has changed by leaps and bounds since Cameron arrived three years ago.

Mother Nature's Little Joke- Week 10

All my friends have blogs chronicling their journey into motherhood so I didn't want to be left behind. Plus, I need documentation of why I should never, ever, never, ever go through this again.

It's funny how Mother Nature makes you forget all the horrible things about pregnancy and delivery and only allows you to remember the wonderful, cuddly baby that you'll get at the end.

When hubby and I decided to try for #3 our memories had been completely wiped of all the hospital time, IV's, Med's, and torture I have to endure just to have a happy, healthy baby.

I know I shouldn't be complaining...There are women who would give their right arm to have just one baby, but IT'S MY BLOG AND I'LL COMPLAIN IF I WANT TO!

So here I am, in the middle of week 10, hyperemesis in full effect, a picc line (see picture) running through my veins, home visits from a nurse, and more bags of fluid and medication than I can keep track of. It's all beginning to come back to me, and if my memory had been so clear back in December, this blog may have been titled, Just the Four of Us.

That's horrible isn't it? DON'T GET ME WRONG, I AM HAPPY to be adding another member to my family (hopefully it'll be a little girl to add a bit more estrogen to my household, but I have the sneaking suspicion that it's another boy to add to the "frat house".)

Anyway, I'll be updating once a week. As the baby grows, so will this blog with updates, pics, and the rantings of a crazy pregnant woman with hyperemesis and her equally insane husband.