Pregnancy Update

So I feel like I haven't talked about my pregnancy enough on my blog. And seeing how I will probably want to remember it, here it goes. If you don't read all these ramblings, I will not be offended. I would actually be surprised if you DID read all of my non-interesting pregnancy stories. This is more for me, so I can have a record of my pregnancy.

So first of all. I am totally thrilled to be expecting another little one. We tried for several months before we conceived, which probably doesn't seem like a long time to everyone else, but for some reason it was hard for me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little depressed during those months. And when you are depressed, you don't really feel like, uh... trying. So that didn't make it easier. But my wonderful husband stayed by my side and was really endearing and encouraging through the whole experience. And then when it did happen, I was of course, elated.

And then the nausea. Oh the nausea. It hit me within a few weeks of being pregnant and stayed around until I was about 15 weeks. I am not a puker, and never have been. I swear I have a stomach of steel. But I was mostly nauseated. Like wishing I could just have my stomach surgically removed. And it wasn't just for the morning or part of the day. It was ALL day. All day long. Even when I was sleeping, which sounds impossible unless you have experienced it. But since I was trying to control being nauseated and not throwing up a lot, I actually gained weight. The only thing I could stomach was white toast with butter and fruit and anything sweet. Especially Peach Rings. I have always loved peach rings, but for some reason I was obsessed with them for the first few months of my pregnancy. It was a little rediculous. But my family was really patient with me and didn't give me a hard time for never cooking or cleaning (or getting dressed). And my wonderful husband was there when I would break down with frustration because I never felt well. (It wears on you, and your spirits).

But then I started to feel better slowly. At first it would just be a few hours a day, and then a few more and gradually I became a person and not a green troll. For a while it would just hit me in the evenings and at night, but even that is gone now.

Everything looked perfect at our first ultrasound. At our second ultrasound, where they tell you the sex, we found out that our little one is in fact another Boy. I kind of thought it was a girl, just because I was more sick than I was with Adney, but I am thrilled that it is a boy. Having two brothers will be awesome. I get a little worried sometimes when I think about all the trouble they are bound to get into together. But at least they will have each other.

There was something a little weird about the second ultrasound though. The femur length of the baby measured at 2%. Which means, from his hip to his knee measured really small in comparison to other babies at the same development. This could mean many things, but most likely it was a combination of two things.... 1. Kyle and I and all of our families are short. We will never have tall children.... Ever. 2. The baby was at a weird angle and the ultrasound tech took incorrect measurements. Evidently it happens ALL the time. There is the very small possibility that it could be an indicator of dwarfism or another birth defect. But it is pretty unlikely. But it is there. I am choosing to not really worry about it. I kind of just feel like everything will be ok, and even if it isn't we will deal with that when it comes.

As far as naming this little guy. Oh gosh. I have no idea. By the time I was this far along with Adney we had his names picked out and we felt good about them. With this one, we have no clue what to call this little man. And Kyle and I NEVER see eye to eye on names. It was a miracle we did with Adney. But we have time (about 18 weeks) to come up with the perfect name. If it's out there.

So right now I am just at a good point in my pregnancy. I am 22 weeks today. I am not sick anymore and I am not so huge and uncomfortable yet (even though I feel huge sometimes, I know I am not). I do have heartburn at the moment, but nothing a Pepcid can't take care of. For some reason I have a TON of maternity clothes too. My sisters in law gave me all of theirs and my sister Anna sent me a bunch, plus all the stuff I had from my first pregnancy, plus whatever I have bought for myself lately. It still isn't like a whole closet full, but WAY more than I had with Adney. It feels good to have options in my wardrobe, which is silly, but can make life a little more fun.

I am excited and nervous about having two kids. I have fears like "What if they both dart into the street and I only have time to grab one?" or "What if I can't handle two and I let my family's lives fall down around them because I am not cut  out for it?" But I am also excited that we are growing our family. I think a family seems more like a family with more than 1 kiddo running around.

For now, I am just enjoying feeling my little nudger in my belly.