the one where I show how enormous I really am

11 weeks. I kid you not. Not 20, 11.

Its that time again

I need YOUR help! I need suggestions (as always) for a good song to use for my little A-man's birthday slide show. He's going to be 3! He's a complete ham, loves to make people laugh, and is quite sociable.

Any takers for this challenge?

Instead of posting what's on my mind, I'll post this instead. Pictures are more fun than my lack of adaquate words.

Have your cake and eat it, too. (Or gag on it. Your choice.)

We're headed to MO early tomorrow morning. We're going to E's grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary party deal. It should be interesting to say the least. I mean, I love a good family drama, but I don't think I'm ready for this level of magnitude. But, hey, we've never been to Missouri (or misery as E calls it when we joke around) together. We've never been to Mississippi or Arkansas (we're driving through both to get there). It'll be new, that's for sure!

Of course, I haven't packed a thing. Well, that's not true. I packed the kid's bags. But, not a thing for myself. I can't find the motivation. I think because I'm in that in-between stage (not complaining! just stating a fact here! I'm glad I'm far enough along to be in the in-between stage...) and nothing really fits. Well, the maternity clothes fit, but they just make me look fat. Not pregnant. That's the way every pregnant woman wants to look, right?

Well, I can assure you, the looking fat isn't due to my birthday cake intake. As blasphemous as it sounds, I only had 1 tiny piece of my own birthday cake. Just one. I couldn't even finish that one because of my morning sickness that day.

That's okay, though. I'm pretty confident that the kids spit on it anyway.

8 weeks and 3 days and 9 weeks and 3 days

Last tuesday

Yesterday:

the baby looks more blobish, but it really wasn't. It was just moving a ton- too much to get a clear picture.

Just as an update

I'm going to post pictures tomorrow, but everything looked good at Dr. C today. They got me in for another u/s. The baby's heart was beating away- 179 bpm. Yay! He or she was also moving a ton! They couldn't really get a clear picture to print because it kept moving its legs and arms all around.

Of course, I had a mild break down in the office when Dr. C came in to talk with me. She hugged me and passed the tissues. Then she said, "you have every right to be nervous. You've had more things happen to you than most women who walk in these doors. In fact, I don't think we've ever had someone with 6 losses here. If we need to bring you in here every week, we will. You won't be the first, and you won't be the last to do that."

Ah. Reassurance. Reassurance that I'm not the only crazy lady out there. :-) But, seriously, reassurance that I'm in good hands and that they care about me. Nice. Super nice.

It just keeps on coming

I'm feeling beat down, discouraged, and tired. Extremely tired. I had a heck of a day yesterday, starting off with a confrontation. If you know me at all, you probably know that I hate confrontation. Wait, no. I loathe confrontation. I never say what I really mean or want to say because I just want it to be over with. (the exception, however, is with E. I feel comfortable with confrontation with him. he may wish I didn't, though...)

Through out the day, I had several other incidents. Topping off the day with spotting... Again. I called the OB's office- who were apparently already closed for the day- and left a message. Its almost 9 am and I'm contemplating calling them again, but I don't want to be seen as the crazy lady.

I wish I could just find the heart beat with my Doppler already. I know its early, but it would ease my mind so much!