And here’s what I look like now.
Note to self for future pictures- backlighting plus flash = weird looking picture. Also, I think I may have mislead you all, but not on purpose! I’m pretty sure I said my ultrasound was scheduled for tomorrow, but I think it’s actually scheduled for Tuesday. Since I can’t actually find my appointment card and apparently I didn’t write the time and date down ANYWHERE, this thought is based on two things: 1) No reminder call on Friday (and my OB’s office is VERY good about reminder calls) and 2) My mom was pretty sure I told her it was on Tuesday. Pregnant Elsha does not have a particularly good memory, so I believe my mom is more reliable in this situation.
Also, my mom should be coming with me to the ultrasound because despite this being her ninth (!!!) grandchild, she hasn’t been to one, so she hasn’t seen all the cool new stuff they do. Brian is indifferent about coming (which I get, if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all, and he went to 4 when I was pregnant with Kalena) so he’ll be watching the kids.
And one last thing I forgot to mention on the predictions post- this baby will be a tie breaker. Obviously for us, since we have one of each, but for my parents as well. Right now they have 4 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. If this is a girl it will be the first time the girls outnumber the boys. And the poll is over tomorrow, so if you haven’t voted yet it’s over there in the upper right.
Well, we’ve made it 24 hours without any more vomiting, so I’m REALLY hoping that’s the end of it. Brian and I both felt pretty icky today (and slept a lot) and Will also seemed fussy, but that was all.
Now it’s bedtime for the kids which means some mindless movie for me. Wish us luck that we’ll all wake up tomorrow back at 100%!
Did I mention that on Wednesday Brian left to go to Denver with the kids? He had to go to a funeral (his grandmother’s husband) and offered to take the kids so they could see his family. So this morning he got up and got the kids loaded in the car ready to come home. They stopped at a gas station on the way out of Denver to get gas and something to drink. And that’s where the vomiting started.
Kalena spent the 4 hour drive home throwing up. And I was here, so poor Brian had to deal with it all without any help. Fortunately Will was fine, but still NO FUN. They did make it home eventually, so now we get to deal with the plague here. There’s a small part of me that’s hoping Kalena will be the only one who get sick, but the realistic me says- HA HA HA. Like we would get that lucky.
Well, at least I can hope it’s only a 24 hour thing, right?
Y’all, we’ve been married for over 5 years and I have yet to cook Thanksgiving dinner. Here’s how our Thanksgivings have gone down.
2006: We got married in June and honeymooned over Thanksgiving. So for our first Thanksgiving we ate duck in Bora Bora. (I really think this should be a yearly thing.)
2007: I was pregnant with Kalena so Brian’s family came to Texas for Thanksgiving. His mom cooked. She even made a ham because I had a ridiculous aversion to all poultry.
2008: We drove to Pueblo and had Thanksgiving at my sister’s house. (Long drive from Texas.) And we ended up having to stay an extra day because of snow.
2009: Back living in Colorado, we went to Alamosa to see Brian’s family over Thanksgiving. One last trip before Will was born.
2010: Thanksgiving at my parents’ house.
And now this year. I figured it would be Thanksgiving at my parents’ house again. BUT. Then my parents decided to ditch out on us for no reason! (Actual reason: Kari and Jonathan are blessing the baby over that weekend so my parents are going to that.) Fortunately I am a genius, so I suggested to Brian that we invite his family here. And they accepted which means, once again, no cooking for me! So. How long do you think I can keep this up? Do you cook for Thanksgiving or weasel out of it like me?
Sometimes we like to joke that Will’s finger must taste like chocolate, because it is ALWAYS in his mouth. Well, this time it actually did:
And I suspect if I’d kissed him his whole face also would have tasted like chocolate. He sure enjoyed that candy though.
I’m pretty sure we all know that it’s a big no-no to ask a woman if she’s pregnant, right? Well, I discovered the other day that you can ask without really asking and therefore without sticking your foot in your mouth. Here’s what happened.
I was at the grocery store with my mom when we ran into a woman we hadn’t seen in a long time. I don’t know how long it’s been since my mom has seen her, but I’d guess I was in high school the last time I did. Anyway, she and my mom chat for a minute– how are things, how are all the (now grown up) kids, etc. Then she looks at me and says, “And look at you!” She could have been referring to a million things. I’m taller. My hair is shorter. I’m (obviously) older. If I hadn’t said anything she could have easily continued with something like, “You look great!” Instead (because I am nice) I answered the question she didn’t ask and said, “I know, this is my third!” So we chatted about that for a minute and then we all went back to our shopping.
And there you have it. A tactful way to find out if someone who looks pregnant actually is pregnant without asking her.
*Disclaimer: I’m sure people say “Look at you!” for many reasons other than thinking you might be pregnant. So you know, don’t be offended if someone says that to you and you aren’t. That’s also the beauty of it- it works for so many things.
Are you all ready with your best guesses as to whether this baby is a boy or a girl? Here’s how symptoms compare (if you’re into that kind of thing):
Symptoms similar to my pregnancy with Kalena:
Heartburn starting in the first trimester and as a result of pretty much anything.
Weight gain all over. I don’t actually know how much weight I’ve gained, but it’s definitely not just belly. (Brian helpfully pointed out that this may be a result of how often I eat, not the sex of this baby, but I’m throwing it in there anyway.)
Chicken aversion. Not as serious as it was with Kalena, but still there.
Symptoms similar to my pregnancy with Will:
No sweets craving (no more than usual- with Kalena I wanted cake like every 5 minutes.)
Symptoms I had with both Kalena and Will:
Juice cravings. I can go months without having juice. Unless I’m pregnant, then I want it every day.
Lunchmeat sandwich cravings. They’re just SO GOOD.
Allergies are worse than usual.
Symptoms that are new with this pregnancy:
Continuation of The Tired. Normally this lets up at 14 weeks. Not this time.
Horrible, lay on the couch wanting to die nausea. Other pregnancies required nothing more than crackers to calm my stomach.
Aspartame aversion. I couldn’t stand diet soda for the whole first trimester. I now totally get what people mean when they say they can’t stand artificial sweetener. It’s alright now, but it still has a very obvious taste so I mostly avoid it. (I can even taste it in yogurt.)
Craving regular potato chips. Normally I’m a cheddar and sour cream girl.
The constant headaches.
And there you have it. Brian and I are both leaning toward girl, but I would have sworn Will was a girl until the ultrasound. In fact, I believe my response to my OB saying, “Looks like it’s a boy!” was “Really? Are you sure?” So there’s that. Anyway, vote on the poll, (upper right) and give me your reasoning in the comments if you want!
Kalena makes me laugh when she’s sad. Not that I’m laughing at her sadness (although some of the things she gets sad about are pretty laughable) but she says funny things when she’s sad. For instance.
If she gets sad over something and you tell her it’s okay she’ll say, “No, I feeling a little sad.”
If she’s crying and you tell her she needs to be happy before she can [fill in the blank with whatever we’re doing next] she’ll tell you, “No, I still crying.”
The other day she got put in time out for pitching a fit over something and after a few minutes I told her she could get down (off the time out chair) whenever she was ready to be happy. She told me, “No, I not done, there’s still water coming out in my eyes!” (By the way, she says “out in” instead of “out of” and I don’t ever intend to correct her.)
It’s not as funny as Will and the awesomely pouty face he used to make, but it still makes me laugh.
Here’s what I look like at 21 weeks.
For the record, I feel a lot more pregnant than 21 weeks. Which I don’t think bodes well for the rest of this pregnancy. I feel like I’m waddling already. I get winded walking up the stairs (which, in a 2 story house with a basement happens A LOT.) I have braxton hicks on a daily basis. I’m REALLY hoping these things are specific to this pregnancy, and not just a result of this being a third pregnancy. (Guess we’ll find that out next time.) Anyway. On the one hand, 21 weeks already, woohoo! On the other hand, 19 left to go.
Also, for those of you who are wondering, yes we intend to find out the sex of this baby. I have an ultrasound scheduled for the 21st, so we’ll find out then provided the baby cooperates. And obviously I’ll be polling you all before then to see what you think! Because it’s fun to guess when you’ve got a 50/50 shot at being right.
Once upon a time (this morning even) I had an idea for a blog post today. And then I spent all day doing actual, physical work. And now I’m totally worthless. Plus I don’t know where my computer charger is and I’m getting low on battery, so I don’t even have time to sit here and come up with something entertaining for your amusement. Because that’s what I’m here for you guys- your amusement.
In other news, I’m 21 weeks pregnant today! So now everything give me heartburn! I should invest in Tums.
Ummmm, that’s really all. Early bedtime tonight.