Bun In The Oven @ MindSay

Around the time of my July post, my husband did this to me.

Yup.

There's a wee little Brightstuff baking in the oven.

As of today, dear friends, I am officially 13 weeks pregnant.

This is the little bean's 12th week ultrasound. He's supposed to be about 3 inches long (about the size of a lime- give or take a few inches) and weighs about an ounce or so.

Crazy stuff.

I find it difficult to believe that I have this little person growing and just chilling out inside my body. Right now, he's way too small for me to feel anything (though I'm convinced those little twinges I feel are definitely the baby and not last night's pizza coming back to haunt me). When we went for that ultrasound, we watched as the baby hopped up and down and waved at the camera.

Seriously.

Words cannot describe the feeling of awe I felt seeing all of this going on inside of me.

Anyway...

The past few months have been weird adjusting to the idea. As a result of being knocked up, I've had to say goodbye to three of my very dear friends. The first two....

It was a sad, but necessary farewell.

Truthfully, I only really miss having a beer now and again. The smokes, I can do without.

The third thing I've said farewell to is my figure.

While I was never a small girl, the one thing I was always proud of was my hourglass figure.

Think Gauguin-ish.

However, that has certainly all changed. My belly's sticking out in the front. If you look at me head on, I don't look pregnant.

If you get me in profile...jeez.

Let's just say that my protruding belly is almost as far out as my 36D's.

I'm looking noticeably pregnant and couldn't hide it if I wanted to. I had to "come out" at work because people were beginning to guess when I was only 9 weeks along!

Oh, and before it gets confusing, no- we do not know the sex of the baby. Not only is it too early for that, but I really don't think I want to know just yet.

Besides, we are both convinced the baby's a boy and have been liberally referring to it as such. The Chinese Lunar Calendar (http://www.thelaboroflove.com/chart/cal.html ) says we're getting a boy so of course, we MUST be getting a boy, right?

Anyway.

So that's the first big, excellent news.

My life is good. I can't complain.

Well, it's official...I have taken THREE pregnancy tests and all of them were positive.  This morning's was no question at all...definately two lines.  So Rich and I are expecting baby #4 now!  Wow!  I am really excited!  But, I also know what I have to look forward to and that makes me a little bit nervous.  But, in the end, it's all worth it.  I would have as many as God saw fit to give me as long as Rich was ok with it.  But, I would say this will be our last.  Rich has accomadated my hunger for babies for a long time and I think we've come to the end.  I will be just days shy of 34 years old when this little person is born, so time is ticking, as well. 

So far, I feel wonderful (knock on wood and praise the Lord).  Of course, I don't generally get sick until I am about 9 weeks along.  I'm just trying to get as much as I can done while I can so I won't have to worry with it all so much.  They are going to allow me to stay on my glucophage (metformin) while I am pregnant so this will probably help with the gestational diabetes that I ultimately ALWAYS get.  It will be interesting to see what kind of a difference it makes.  Maybe I will feel better!

I took "Marco" the cat in to the grade school today for Jared's show and tell.  That was a wild trip, I'll tell you that!  He did NOT appreciate being the center of a classroom of first graders' attention!  He was VERY vocal, indeed. 

Last night, Klara came running down the stairs late at night and she was very upset.  She had her little angel stuffed bear with her.  He normally sings "Jesus Loves Me," but his batteries had started running down and he sounded possessed by the devil.  She was freaking out and not at all amused by the whole thing (Rich and I were, however, in private).  The stupid stuffed bear had no opening to get to the voice box!  I had to get a seam ripper, get him open and get the voice box out.  Turns out he runs on hearing aid batteries!  Geesh...nothing can be simple.  So I put a bandaid back on the hole and told her he was healing and would have to have surgery tomorrow. 

Marco and I made a trip to the local Rite Aid Pharmacy and I left him in the car to guard it.  He took a little nap in the passenger's side floor.  After searching for the correct batteries, I am not looking forward to open heart stuffed angel bear surgery a little bit later.  What craziness!

When I got home just now, Rich had a little gift bag for me.  Inside of it was a Valentine's Day card from him and the kids, two blouses & a Black Eyed Peas CD.  But what I loved the most was the most heartfelt letter I have ever read.  He had written it to me and it was so touching.  I tell you what, I love that man so much I just can't stand it sometimes! 

Rich got a bag of green M&M's, a card, a coupon for me to bake whatever he wants, and a positive pregnancy test, hahaha!  Nothing says lovin' like a bun in the oven!