I don’t celebrate Christmas, and my boyfriend is not particularly religious or anything, but we’re both born and raised Catholic and surrounded by them. So, for that reason, we more or less celebrate Christmas. It’s a perfect time to come together with your family regardless, and some of the traditions are really fun. Personally, I celebrate Yule and that’s what we will be celebrating as a family once Note is born. Can’t wait for that!
Anyway, we did a “Secret Santa” gift exchange. We exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve rather than on Christmas Day because Frank got the 24th off of work, but not the 25th. I got Frank’s sister, Jessica, and Frank got me. He got me a new windshield for my truck, which was the perfect gift because I have been complaining about my windshield basically since I’ve met him. It’s been a wreck for three years, but I never got around to getting it replaced. I got Jessica a candle and oil warmer set that she said she wanted one time when we went out shopping together. I hope that she liked it. She didn’t really say much about it, but then she is the quiet type.
On Christmas day, Frank had to work from 3 pm to 11pm. While he was gone, I went to my uncle’s house and had Christmas with my family. They made a lot of food, and the only person to get gifts was my grandma. She looked very cute opening them on the trampoline! When Frank came back home, he was pretty tired so we went to bed and cuddled while we watched a movie (I can’t remember which one). While we were cuddling, I put his hand on my belly like I so often do. I have been wanting him to feel Note for a while, since I know that Note can be felt from the outside and is much stronger now. His/her movements changed from little flutters when I first felt him/her, and now they are much stronger kicks and punches. Well, Note kicked Frank while his hand was on my belly! He finally was able to feel Note move and his face lit up brighter than any Christmas tree I have ever seen. It was such a wonderful and special moment, and the best gift I could ever ask for.
Only 114 days left!
On Tuesday I got up early to do the gestational diabetes test. I had to drink this super sweet fruit punch flavored drink. You’re not allowed to eat or drink anything else for the two hour period. I managed to gulp it down at 7:45 and then I had to wait two hours to do the test. I fell back asleep (the instructions were to take the drink between 7:10 and 8 am) and woke up at about 9:15 because my blood had to be drawn at 9:45 (the doctor is about 10 minutes away). While brushing my teeth to get ready to go the doctor’s, I threw up the drink. We went to the doctor’s anyway, hoping they would still let me do the test although I knew that they wouldn’t. Of course, they told me that I couldn’t do the test. Luckily, I was able to do the rest of the blood work they were going to do that day.
They gave me instructions on pancakes from McDonald’s to eat for the test since my morning sickness seems to be what prevented me from keeping the drink down. I had to do that today, and it was really awesome. I got pancakes and orange juice like instructed, which is one of my favorite breakfast foods. While getting in the car, I started gagging and was scared I was going to throw up and have to do the test again. Luckily, I was able to get the food to stay down.
At the doctor’s office, they just drew some blood and sent me on my way. They asked me if I wanted to find out the gender of the baby again. I’m really on the fence about finding out. Frank stands firm on the fact that he doesn’t want to know, and that is perfectly fine. I really want a boy, so I think that’s why I want to find out but at the same time I would like to wait with Frank to find out. Because of the way we want to birth and who we want in there (our best friend) even after the birth, we won’t find out the gender until our friend leaves the birthing area. Frank doesn’t want anyone to know the gender for as long as we can put it off. It’s an interesting way to parent in my opinion, but I don’t see much negative to it. Gender doesn’t define anyone.
Today is also Frank and I’s one year anniversary! Unfortunately, Frank has to work today so we can’t go out on a nice little date or anything, but we had a fun morning together with the doctor and then going out to look for a rug for the baby’s room. Our life revolves around the baby, but we still find lots of moments to be “just us” together.
I love when Frank talks to my belly. He told the baby last night that he was happy Note could be with us during this of our first anniversary. He said millions of cute things and just made my heart melt. I love him so much and can’t wait to see him tonight!
Only about 130 days left to go!
Hello! I would like to take the time to welcome everyone to the blog (I hope my children will read this some day when they are older!) and offer up a little basic information about this blog and where it comes from.
I’m currently pregnant with what will hopefully be my first child. I have lost one pregnancy to miscarriage at eight weeks. We had been TTC (that’s trying to conceive) for about six months at that point. We were both devastated and decided to stop trying. But children were in the cards for us it seems, because after three more months (this time on birth control) we were blessed with not one, but two beautiful little amniotic sacs on the ultrasound screen. Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the end of tragedy. We found out at nine weeks that the other twin didn’t develop, but we still had one seemingly healthy baby. This is actually a really common occurrence in twins pregnancies called “vanishing twin”. One twin just kind of “disappears” early in the pregnancy. Of course, that doesn’t lessen the hurt of losing another baby and the twin for our child.
Just a few days ago, we went in for a few test and found out that everything is perfectly alright with our baby. He or she is completely healthy! I’m currently 20 weeks pregnant and everything seems to be going well (besides the constant morning sickness). We’re on team green, and not going to find out the gender of the baby until birth. Besides that, we’re not going to reveal the gender to anyone until it becomes “apparent” in the child. We’re not going to go through great lengths to avoid people knowing the gender (if someone wants to change a diaper, we are certainly not going to stop them!) but we’re not going to announce we have a son or daughter on Facebook, just that we have a child. Gender isn’t what is important afterall.
I’ll write more and put up pictures as things get further along, but for the moment I think this is a pretty good introduction. I can’t wait for my little one to be here! I am just counting down the days until I can hold him or her in my arms.
Only 135 days left!