Twelve weeks today. We've had a rough start, this baby and I. But soon we can put that behind us and enjoy each others presence a little more... I've lost 6-8 lbs in the past month and a half, if that helps put my morning sickness into perspective. Granted, some of that weight was holiday weight, that should've been coming off anyways, but still I haven't weighed under 123 in a looong time. I started taking miniscule amounts of B12 last night, in addition to vitamin B6 and my prenatal vitamins. It's supposed to help with the vomiting. So far, no pukes this morning. We'll see if that lasts... Still, it's weird not having puked yet.
Did I say that we saw our baby last week on an ultrasound? Josh thought that maybe it was a butterfly. Now that he knows it's a baby, he's sure he is getting a sister, just as he prayed for. Earlier this week, I told him to tell the baby a bedtime story, just for kicks. He hesitated, and then told me he only knew boy stories. He didn't know any girl stories and therefore, he could not tell the baby a story. (I think I laughed out loud.) I asked him what he would do if the baby were a brother instead of a sister, and he assured me that he did not want a brother and that it has to be a girl. He's pretty confident that his prayers for a sister will be answered. I wouldn't mind that really, but I'm trying to stay open-minded. LOL
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The answer is obviously no, there are not two little pink lines when it comes out of the box. Only if your son's prayers have been answered. Joshua has been praying. And God has said yes. (He's also been praying things like, "Can you please hurry up and make our baby come out?") After three days of nausea, I already knew it, but took the test any ways, just to be sure. Now 5 or 6 weeks later, the nausea hasn't subsided. I'm 11 1/2 weeks and due September 6th. We got to see our little one last Tuesday, during an early ultrasound. I'm in love already.