Whose idea was it for us to NOT find out our baby’s gender this time around? WHO?
Maybe it’s the hormones, but I’ve realized that I am a very bad candidate for gender surprises. I’m incredibly Type-A and a serious planner. I didn’t realize how much I planned and bonded with my boys in utero. I knew their name before they were born and imagined what they looked like. This sweet babe kicks and moves all the time and I think, boy… girl… boy… girl?
To make matters worse, this pregnancy has been so different. The first trimester was RIDICULOUS, throwing up every night no matter what trick I tried. I crave citrus and fried chicken like nobody’s business, two things I couldn’t touch when pregnant with the boys. I’ve got this awesome heartburn that started about two weeks ago and looks like it’s going to stay up till the end.
Some things are the same. I still have the torpedo belly. I had a friend tell me that although she had seen pictures of my past pregnancies, nothing prepared her for my out-front-belly. I’ve started to scare people again as you can’t tell that I’m preggered when you’re behind me. Oh and belly pics are coming soon for those that are curious.
It all seems a little silly, this gender worry, when I really think about it. Am I praying that this little person is healthy regardless of gender? Absolutely. Could I be having weird new symptoms with another little boy? Probably. Is this a great lesson on patience and living in the moment? Unfortunately.
Haus is beyond excited that we AREN’T finding out the gender so I’m trying to be enthusiastic with him. Only a couple more weeks to go. I can make it, right?
Would love to hear if you found out the gender of your children. Leave me a comment!
Sometimes it’s hard to be a Seahawks fan.
I married into the Hawk pride, but have never cheered them on from home. When we lived in El Paso, it was all about the Cowboys. Then came Colorado Springs, our first taste of Bronco Country. Sure the Springs folk were fans, but moving to Denver opened my eyes to what it must have been like for Haus growing up. Haus spent the first half of his life living in Sea-town cheering on his team. Then he got stuck with an Army wife and is forced to sport his Largent jersey at the local grocery store where all the checkers are wearing Elway.
I’ll admit I’ve become a pretty big fan after ten years of scouting out every T.V. station, radio network, and free internet site that plays the Seahawks games. On rare occasions like tonight, the Seahawks play the Broncos and I bite my nails and watch on Primetime. Last year we went to the game and I was so proud of Haus. They lost, arrgghhh, but he held his head high despite constant jeering on our walk both in and out of the stadium.
I guess it could be worse. We could live in Pittsburgh or Chicago. I told Haus at least once on a trip back to his parents it would be fun to go to a game with all the other 12th man fans. Until then, I’ll shield my boys from the ridiculous amounts of orange and blue and pray they grow up to love the Seahawks as much as their dad.
Go Hawks!
We’re having another baby! Here I can prove it…
I took our first test back in January. And, yes, I peed on that little plastic stick and it’s totally appropriate to post the picture proof on the internet, right?
Remember all of the non-posting I’ve been doing these days? Welp, now you know why. February and March instead of blogging, I was throwing up… a lot. Finally came out of the funky first trimester in April which was about the time Haus commented I must be feeling better as I was actually showering and making dinner again. Oh Haus, you’re so lucky I laughed at that.
Here’s what the little peep looked like last month:
And if you were too creeped out by its little spine, here baby is flashing a peace sign:
Unlike both of the boys, we aren’t finding out what we’re having this time. We’re delivering at the local birth center where Haus can catch so he’ll be able to announce. Pretty sure it’s a boy or a girl.
Next step? Figure out how to make maternity ACU pants. I refuse to pay for them (active duty always loaned them to me and the Guard wants me to buy them) and considering this is how I held up my pants for drill today…
I think it’s about time I look into other options.
P.S. I LOVE being pregnant and can’t wait to meet this little babe.
P.P.S. Feel free to make your guess now… boy, girl, Army commando, etc. I’m due sometime around the beginning of October.
- I like you too much to have your conversation constantly interrupted by, “Moooooommmmm!”
- I’m changing a poopy diaper
- I hear it ringing but have no idea where the boys stashed it
- I’m in the bathroom (or debating whether you will hear the toilet flush)
- In a public place chasing down the kiddos
- Too tired to talk
- I forgot to take it off of silent/vibrate
- I’m playing monsters or spies or pirates
- I’m in the shower (some days this is at 2 p.m., just being honest)
- I’m driving (we made a rule to not answer phones in the car after watching this video)
- I’m talking to Haus (he trumps all other callers)
- Dealing with spilled milk, laundry, dishes… take your pick as they happen daily
- I’m in line
- I’d rather text… hate to admit that if you really want to get a hold of me, text me.
P.S. Thanks to my BFF, Ames, for inspiring this post with #12 from her list
I can’t believe it’s been over a year and a half since I first posted about Zeke’s birth marks. Seems like yesterday, we were taking his first year pictures and now he’s walking, talking, and almost three!
I’ve been so encouraged by the comments I received after I first posted and wanted to give those of you that asked for an update some new pictures. Here’s a picture from my first post of Zeke’s angel kiss or, as one reader pointed out, what looks like an angel on his forehead:
Here’s a pic of him a year and a half later:
This one’s from a few weeks ago:
And here’s another taken a few weeks ago:
Depending upon his temperature, the lighting at the time of the picture, and his attitude, the marks range from a darker pink to almost completely transparent. I’ll be honest that it is rare anymore for me to remember that he even has birth marks!
It’s hard to explain, but his patches are as much a part of him as his sweet little pink lips or the blond of his hair. Just as a big smile on his face tells me he’s happy, that “V” on his forehead tells me he’s hot as it shows up after he’s been running around or he’s sad/angry as it’s vivid with tears. I don’t notice it anymore than his smiles or tears or hair color, it’s just… him.
So in the next few years if we see his uniqueness every once in awhile or as a soft faded all of the time, it will still be him, my perfect little boy. Since I’ve embraced that truth, I’ve grown proud of his beauty marks.
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