When life gives you lemon:)

You eat a lot of lemons! Cravings have been crazy, mostly for sour salty vinegary things. And yes. lemons. Lots and lots of lemons! I also got to enjoy some malt vinegar with a side of fish and chips in San Diego. AMAZING.

What else is amazing? I went for my sonogram followup yesterday and got to hear the heart beat again. Couldn't stop my smile. My fave sound in the world. Truly magical because everything seems to fade, your priorities are thrown out the window, all nerves and doubts cast out of your brain, and it's just whompwhompwhompwhomp. 154 bpm. A drop from the 161 at the sonogram two weeks ago, but that's to be expected as the pregnancy goes on. All the pre-screens came back normal. The Dr. actually used the phrase "healthy pregnancy" in relation to mine. It's the first time it's been said to me and I'm on cloud ten. Nine is for suckers!

He/She is a lemon right now, hence the title of the post. And according to all the old wives tales, based upon the heart rate and the cravings, all signs point to girl. My husband and I wanted a boy first, to make sure the girls that may or may not come later have some big brother insurance, so we're on pins and needles! All the websites also say not to commit to a color palate based upon these predictions and I've found some posts from other mothers who found them to be completely wrong. As long as I get a healthy kid, I'll be ecstatic. I just keep calling lemon 'he' and if 'he' is a 'she,' I'll feel bad for imposing a masculine pronoun on my little girl. But perhaps I'm only preparing her for a sexist world outside the womb. Wow. That was really feminist of me.

Whatever it is, we will know September 13th. Three days before Hubby's 31st bday. He says if it's not a boy, it needs to stay in until it's done. I'm glad we're finding out before the delivery. We know that we are blessed either way, and placing our order for a specific blessing is just a little too pretentious, but it's inevitable! If we do have a daughter, this blog might have more to do with the emotional journey of acceptance rather than the fact that I'm a plus-sized preggo.

Until Then,

Big Momma

I'm just peachy!

It's been a couple of weeks! I've been so busy updating friends and fam on facebook, I've neglected the blog.

We had our ultrasound and he (generic he, we can't tell just yet) has a nasal bone! And an adorable face with daddy's nose and my lips. Ok, I'm just guessing with the facial features, but the nasal bone is important because that means that Johnny or Kathleen will more than likely not have down syndrome. This is pretty cool that they can tell this so early, and Daddy is just upset that there aren't two. "Well then we wouldn't have have to share! We could each have one!" Whereas this is adorable, I for one am glad that my uterus will only have one bundle to accommodate.

Heartbeat was 161, and I teared up. She only played it for about three seconds and I was hooked. He (or she...) kept flipping from one side to the other, making daddy think we're going to have a ninja! Such an amazing experience.

Now, I am in California with my hubby and two of his friends. We are going to enjoy the many splendors of Comic Con, and I'll let you know how that goes...

Until then,

Big Momma

The lime is out of the bag!

For most of our family now. We drove up to MO to tell his family in person, and they were pleased as punch. It was a turning point for my hubby I think, because ever since, he's been over the moon! With most of his family knowing, if not all, I wanted to tell a few more of my family. Grandparents, etc. It's very exciting and everyone is congratulatory.

However, I still feel weird saying it. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant! I have been saying a lot of toilet bowl prayers lately. I've been uber sensitive and weepy and weird times, thank you mood swings. But just because I have the symptoms, doesn't mean I can easily accept that there's a little lime in there somewhere! I have my first sonogram scheduled the day after my birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!) so maybe that'll quell some of my fears.

Yes. Fears. Plural:

1. There is nothing there....

2. There is more than one (twins run on both sides...yay!)...

3. What's there is abnormal...

4. It's too small...

5. It's too big...

You name it, I've probably had a strange inexplicable dream about it in a way only my subconscious could contrive. There will be a picture of whatever comes out on the sonogram posted shortly after the appointment. I CAN'T WAIT! I'm so excited.

Until Then,
Big Momma