Christmas comes early!

Merry Christmas! I bring glad tidings of great joy, Carver and I will be having a baby boy in April! I wanted to think of a really cool way to tell people but cute and creative have never been my strengths. So a good old fashioned “Hey guess what we’re pregnant!” will have to do.

Now that I have moved out of the nauseating, lying on the couch and living in the bathroom stage things are quite good. I mean gaining tons of weight isn't really that fun, but I’ll take that over throwing up at this point. I have really come to admire all women who have children, and especially the ones who have multiple children. Have you ever met my mom? Eight kids! Making a little person is really hard and I can’t believe she did it eight times. I’m really grateful for all the great examples I have of women who sacrifice a lot to have children.  I also appreciate them letting me pick their brains and beg for advice.

Baby boy will be joining the family sometime around April 25^th. That means that I am at the halfway point now! The ultrasound was really helpful because it reminded me why I am doing this. I am doing it for that little guy who at this moment is just floating around and hanging out, no idea what he’s in for when he gets to this world. The ultrasound tech told us multiple times in the appointment that we have a very calm baby. If anyone knows my husband than they realize that is definite proof that this is his child. (Not that there was really any question J) Carver is one of the most laid back, easy going people I have ever met and if he has passed that on to our child then I have much to be grateful for.  The tech kept poking and prodding the baby trying to get him to kick so we could see it on the monitor and so I could know what it felt like. But instead of kicking back like anyone in my family would do, he just curled his legs up under his body and moved over. He seemed to be saying “Hey if you don’t leave me alone I’ll just go over here by myself.” Like father like son.

The nurse told me I will have a good six weeks ahead of me before things start to get uncomfortable again. I’m crossing my fingers that maybe it’s a bit longer than that. I do have to be thankful that I am able to feel better and enjoy the holiday season. This may sound pathetic but not being able to enjoy the food and festivities at Christmas time would put a real damper on the holidays. Luckily I can now eat my sugar cookies and drink my hot chocolate without any consequences, until the next weigh-in that is.

We still have 19 weeks to go but I can’t wait to meet this little person. I’m sure the desire will increase as his movements get stronger and I get more uncomfortable. But I’m grateful he’s there and that soon he’ll be a part of our family.