how glamorous.

Hello little tadpole.  This is your mommy and the picture above is your mommy and daddy on their wedding day.   I was much skinnier eight months ago.  I think you will fit perfectly right between us.  Mommy is praying for you to have daddy's handsome eyes...

First doctors appointment was today.  I immediately decided on using Shannon's doctor since I spent so much time in his office with her and was familiar with the location, etc.  Not to mention everything went smoothly with her pregnancy so I have a sense of trust already.  The appointment went as well as an OB/GYN appointment could possibly go, I suppose.  This not being my first experience considering the scare we had earlier in the week, this doctor wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already heard from the ER.  In fact, it almost seemed like I was telling him more.  All in all - I was referred to the infamous Dr. Chau who is a specialist and deals with high risk pregnancies and I now fall into that category already at the eight week point.  

I don't mind.  I know my baby is covered by the blood of Jesus and perfectly safe exactly where it is in my belly because thats exactly where God put him.  The way I see it is more face time with my little peanut.  Eight weeks and what will be three ultrasounds (one scheduled for Wednesday).  Bad part is, besides the one scheduled for Wednesday - we haven't even met.  I was jealous Monday and Tuesday because Taylor got to gaze at the ultra sound screen and since it was an emergency and they had me propped up a certain way, I didn't dare ask if the tech or radiologists would tilt the screen.  All ended very well and I knew I would have more chances to see - not to mention the next eighteen years.  

The first half of this week I felt horrible.  Normal symptoms, which is exactly why I felt so bad.  Nauseated and emotional.  How glamorous, right?  I think I cried at least once everyday this week.  My mom thinks its funny because thats how she was with me she says.  I'd say Thursday was the first day I really felt good.  Today (Friday) was the best, though.  I think the weather had a lot to do with it too.  Plus I got Chinese food.  Yum.  

My husband is a gift from God lately.  From what I hear, I am VERY lucky.  I just hope his patience hold up through the next 7 months.  He has been caring, attentive and supportive.  I even think he genuinely feels bad when I cry, too.  I couldn't ask for a better husband.  God has blessed me beyond measure in that area.  

I guess that's all for this week.  I could probably keep typing but then I'll be blank for next time...