Family Weekend!

Yes...that would be our little bitty tiny "Lentil" as we have dubbed it. LOL- it came from the fact that the baby is about the size of a Lentil seed....and it just stuck...kinda cute, but I keep telling the hubby we need to work on a new name.

The big reveal to our families is happening this weekend. I can hardly contain my excitement! We are headed to Hubby's parents on Saturday and my family on Sunday. Everyone is going to be surprised and I can't wait to see the look on their faces! Hopefully I'll be able to snap it with a video....hopefully!

At any rate...I've still been feeling pretty crappy. I threw up for the first time on Tuesday morning. I ended up taking a half day at work. I was in the shower...and blah....3 times. I dealt with low blood sugars most of the morning, but eventually ended up taking the nausea medicine. There's no great choice in overcoming this battle...it's either...throw up...or be constipated with a stomach ache. I know that's probably TMI, but I chose the lesser of two evils...I will deal with constipation and get rid of the nausea. Has anyone else had to deal with this? I know in the end it will all be worth it, but it would be extremely lovely to make it through at least 1 week without any sort of "ickiness!"

Our 2nd Ultrasound is tomorrow- super excited- I'm 8 weeks today and am finally excited to meet with the doctor more in depth. Hubby and I have some big decisions to make tonight on testing....it's really a non-issue because no matter what...this baby is coming into this world..it's just a matter of wanting to know ahead of time about complications or not. Will update sometime soon.

On a different note....I GOT MY NEW JOB!!! I'm so super excited. I will start on April 18th- I've been working on my letter of resignation at my old job all night. I'm a little nervous about turning it in, but this will be an extremely wonderful change for our growing little family. Minus the fact that I'm giving up 3 months of paid maternity leave at my current job...but the difference in salary will be worth it...I hope.

Wishing all of you out there much happiness this week....and on this day of Irish Celebration...much luck to those of you TTC!

Feeling blessed...

First of all- thank you ALL so much for your kind words and thoughts. It has been fabulous to use this blog as an outlet. I may be screaming in my own head constantly if I didn't have anyone to share my exciting news with. I'm just really praying that things continue to go well over the next 35 weeks.

The Hubby has been working extremely LONG hours over the past month-making it difficult to get really excited yet....even though we are at every moment we are together. I've barely seen him...which is why it is another miracle I am pregnant! I guess it's all about quality..not quantity! LOL!

At any rate....I thought I felt bad last week...but oh no....I'm feeling extremely exhausted as of this morning. I can't remember the last time I felt tired throughout an entire day. I felt bad at work this morning as I yawned in mid conversation. I know it was not dehydration because I'm drinking water like it's my job. I've invested in limes and cucumbers to had a little flava to my new drink of choice...aqua!

Beyond the tiredness, I have lots of cramping (kinda like a period). It usually comes in the evening and again in the morning. It's not painful, just constant...a gentle reminder that things are hopefully going well. I've only had nausea once...this morning...and it only lasted for a couple of minutes. I hope that's what it stops at...not just the beginning of what may be ahead...although I'll take every single pain and twinge for this little person inside of me.

I'm anxious about my doctor's appointment, it's a week away still. That doesn't seem normal, but I've been reading that it is...even PWD. My blood sugar has been pretty stable. I've run into a few highs and I promptly correct them- usually from eating something at a restaurant. I've been battling lows more than normal. I had a 42 this morning and some juice at work quickly took care of that. I haven't been that low in a long time, but it gave me a wake up call to always be prepared. This is just another reason that I'm anxious to see the doctor.

My boobs hurt like crazy...to the point that I'm really uncomfortable laying on my stomach or a tight hug...this just started within the past 2 days...hope this doesn't get worse.

In addition, I'm in a wedding at the end of August (I'll be 7 mo. prego) and in the process of bridesmaid dress shopping with a bunch of friends...whom I'm not ready to tell. I have to make a plan to go order a dress by myself...and then talk to the shop about ordering a dress 10x bigger...this should be an adventure...and a miracle if it fits correctly. Anyone have experience with this?

I will continue posting my journey as I move forward on this adventure. I found myself choked up this evening as I read another blogger's post about the loss of a baby at 19weeks 4days. I can't imagine...a gentle reminder for continued prayer for good health and a safe journey. I'm sure I'll share it all with you.

The lows blow...

Today has not been that successful.Those of you who are reading my blog and hoping to find inspiration to work out.....I'm really not your girl. However, I did make a commitment to try 30 days...and that's still my plan. My plan was foiled today by a case of low blood sugars...pretty much ALL DAY. My day started off slow with a small stomach ache (and I was applying for a new job). I finally got my butt out of bed and headed into work. Low blood sugars in the morning...low blood sugars in the afternoon. I left work, and upon my arrival at home....my neighbors were out celebrating the neighborhood's last day of school. "Come drink some wine with us!" was all I heard and before you knew it...I was tipsy...and LOW! WTF??? This totally foiled my plan to work out (don't worry- I was going to run in the neighborhood, no driving after drinking...and plus...after tonight...no drinking- hopefully for the next 9 months). At any rate...it would NOT come up. I tested later tonight and it was at 41- my vision was going all wacky and I broke out in a cold sweat. It was a BAD low....the kind where I chewed 6 life savers and then went straight for the pantry and devoured almost an entire bag of chips. I hate it when I do that...so now I need to make it 31 days just to make up for all the calories I ate to correct the low. Ugh...so frustrating. Now I'm at 236- not surprising given my binge eating. Pump, pump away through the night. Hubby will be home tomorrow night so hopefully I can get back to normal.

On a good note...I hung 2 sets of curtains in the spare bedrooms this evening. I'm preparing for wonderful company this weekend- still so much to do!