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So I’m not very good at this sharing information in a timely matter thing.

In the last post I wrote about the upcoming ultrasound appt where we would find out the gender of  this little Nugget.

 

I don’t know if it was just the tech I had that was tease or if that’s how it’s done. The tech asked if we wanted to know the gender as soon as we walked in the room, squirted the gel on my stomach and started taking measurements. Asks again if we want to know the gender because she can see it. We again say yes.

And she continues to take measurements.

Then she shows us this.

It’s a TURTLE!

I wish someone else would have been there. I started to cry and B started fist pumping. Like Jersey Shore fist pumping.

Oy.

Now we just need to come up with and agree on a name.

Because there is absolutely no way I am naming my son Brian Jr and calling him BJ. Putting his twig and berries on the internets is cruel enough. 

 

 

 

Definitely Rockin It.

I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. The undeniable joy on this little girl’s face was the push I needed.

As The Appointment to find out the gender of this baby gets closer and closer, there’s the inevitable question of if I want a boy or a girl. My completely honest and genuine answer is I don’t care. The next thing people say is it really doesn’t matter as long as the baby is healthy.

I don’t exactly agree.

I don’t care. Period.

While I would love and hope to have a healthy baby, if I didn’t I would be okay with it.

Maybe not right away and I would shed some tears over it.

But at the end of the day I have my child.

The one I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant with.

Boy. Girl. Blind. Deaf. Third arm coming out of their forehead.

Doesn’t matter.

At the end of the day I have my miracle and that’s ALL that matters.

 

 

 

 

19 weeks 2 days

Turtle vs Taco

4/9/12 4 weeks 2 days. Two days after I found out I was pregnant. Please pardon my extremely dirty bathroom mirror.

6/15/12 14 weeks 2 days I need to learn to make better faces in self portraits…or learn to crop. 🙂

6/20/12 15 weeks And we have bumpage!

7/2/12 16 weeks 5 days I really need to branch out in doing my hair. If Nugget is a girl the poor thing is in a world of trouble.

Today marks 18 weeks and 2 days pregnant. I officially cannot see my feet. Not that I could see my feet past my chesticles before, but now I see belly instead of boobs. 

In TWELVE days B and I find out the gender of our child. The first thought that comes to mind when I think 12 days is holy balls, but so far the overwhelming guesses have been toward girl. Ideally my parents and sisters along with B’s parents, brothers and wives would all meet somewhere after The Appointment and we could tell our family together turtle vs taco all at the same time.

One of the many blessings (?) to having both our families in the same general area. I’m afraid I know if we don’t tell everyone all together someone is going to end upset and with hurt feelings. Though I will admit to having more than a little anxiety about the explosive/drama/awkward potential to some of my family members being in the same place at the same time. But, that’s their issue not mine and if they don’t like it they don’t have to come. So there.

  This way the grandparents, aunts and uncles don’t find out in an impersonal facebook post or generic mass text. Not that there’s anything wrong with those kinds of announcements, but I really want to see people’s reactions.

And I won’t be able to keep my big fat mouth shut. Admitting you have a problem is the first step…

I’m in need of some fun party ideas on how to share the news. How would you let family know or what awesome ways have you seen it shared?

Drop Kick to the Gut or Flipping the Bird

This blog is getting some new content and I want to give you the heads up. After 3 years of marriage, 2 years of not not trying, doctors, meds and more things in my lady bits than I care to share I’m got a big fat positive 4/7/12 and Nugget will hopefully making his/her arrival 12/12/12.

The last thing I want to do is alienate some of the fabulous people I’ve ‘met’ through blogging about the bitch that is Infertility.

When I find out someone else is pregnant I have one of two reactions.

1.When it’s a Fertile- It feels like a giant drop kick right in the ovaries, a punch in the face and like someone is doing the Mexican hat dance right on your heart.  Usually when it’s a oops announcement, someone who got pregnant on the first try, or they announce before the pee on the stick is even dry. Or is that only me? 

OR

2.  A fellow IF-er- There’s a twinge of jealous but it feels pretty flipping fabulous to get a tally in the win column against infertility. Like you can stick your tongue out that biotch, flip her the bird and tell her to suck it. Even if it isn’t my win. 

Hey IF! This one’s for you!

The absolute last thing I want to do is cause someone pain, grief or trigger someone by writing about my pregnancy and all the stuff that goes with it.

So there it is. A heads up and a hug to you all.