It’s a boy!

So, after much thought, we decided to find out if the Terminator is a boy or a girl. I’m sure some people will give me grief about my decision since I was so anti finding out. There are two major reasons why I chose to go the route of finding out:
1. Pure vanity. The thought of getting green and yellow stuff made me want to puke green and yellow. I would lose it if everything we had were covered in yellow duckies and green frogs. Gag me now.
2. Between my hormones and everything else, I’ve been slightly depressed and not really connected to this whole pregnancy. My thought was that knowing if it was a boy or girl would help me bond with the little guy better. We shall see if that helps.

Another thing that Steve and I have looked into and will 99.9% do is placenta encapsulation. What in the world is that?! Well, it’s just what it sounds like - breaking the placenta down and putting it into little pills. Some people eat theirs, but I don’t think I’m quite on that level yet. I’ve done tons of research on it and it has no negative effects, it helps or it doesn’t. It has many positive aspects to it, one being a combative against post partum depression – something that I’m nervous about considering family history and personal history. This is something that I will also get grief about and people will say I’m gross, but just remember…I don’t/won’t judge your decisions. ☺

Everything has been going well and I feel amazing. By the end of the day, I’m tired, but I would probably be tired if I weren’t pregnant. These kids really know how to drain you.

Our little soccer player’s feet!


Well hello, Chase Benson!

Constipation - my favorite word from the -tion family.

So, I feel like all I do is complain, complain, complain. That’s really not how I want to sound/feel/come off as, so I need to stop doing that and start looking at the awesomeness of this process. I’m manufacturing a little human for goodness sake! What is more incredible than that?

The past few weeks have just flown by and really nothing abnormal has happened. I have been getting bigger (obviously) and my poor little feet and lower back do not like that at all. This is the biggest my gut has ever been, so it’s very interesting to feel this way. This is not a complaint, just a fact of my life. My ankles are swollen by the end of the day, but I’m pretty sure that’s because I stand all day. In the morning, the swelling is completely gone, but then the whole process starts back over. Oh well. No biggie.

After a lot of tears and internal battles, I do believe I have finally over came my obsession with remaining skinny and I am embracing my little belly. It’s so strange, the whole process. The scale has only gone up four or five pounds, but I look like I’ve swallowed a cow. I guess this goes to show just how much 10 or 15 lbs is when people are overweight.

My next midwife appointment is this week on the 9th and I’m looking forward to hearing the little guy’s (or girl’s) heartbeat again.

Ohhhhhhhh!!! I’ve felt the baby kick a couple of times starting a day or two ago. I was staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, with my hand on my belly...and bam! I felt a little kick. At first, I didn't think it was anything, but then I felt it again. And again. I almost woke Steve up, but I knew that by the time he figured out where he was it would be over. Every since then, I've been feeling the little guy a few times a day. I think. Pretty positive. I've been feeling him swim around for a few weeks, but no actual kicking.

Here’s some pics, as promised.
18 weeks!




And a little something to make me feel better. LOL! This is two or three months before I found out about the Terminator.

I’ll probably start posting a little more often, since I keep getting more grande by the minute.

A big congratulations to my two girlfriends from back in NC, Shandi and Leann, who are expecting in May. Yah!!! Such an exciting time for everyone. :-)