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Here we go again…February Update!

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So before I get started on all the belly stats, last night after we all got home, Andy and I told Rylee the news! First we went through all the ultrasound photos we got and explained them all to her. She retorted with all sorts of high-pitched “Awws” and “How Tyouts (cute)”. Then we told her that she is going to have a little sister. It took her about 3 seconds for it to sink in, then she replied with and very excited (and loud) “THAT’S WHAT I WANTED!!!! I WANTED A LITTLE SISTER! I KNEW I WAS GOING TO HAVE  A BABY SISTER!” That girl was beaming. She is so jazzed.

Pretty sure my heart doubled in size in those few moments.

Ok, well so much for better photos…maybe next month? Ha.

Hahahahaha.

{And for the record, I am so type-A that the fact that one of the photos I am facing the other direction is driving me crazy}

How far along? 17 weeks, 2 days
Total weight gain/loss: +1 {woot!}
Stretch marks? Nada
Maternity Clothes: While it’s completely debatable as to whether or not I actually need to be wearing maternity pants, I am wearing them for the first time today. Oh how I forgot how good elastic waisted pants feel!
Sleep: Meh, fine.
Best moment this month: Top three: 1. Feeling the baby move! 2. Finding out we’re having a girl! 3. Rylee’s reaction to finding out she was having a sister.
Movement: YES! Started feeling it at 15 weeks…been getting stronger since. I love it!
Gender: Girl!
Labor Signs: Nada.
Food Cravings: Nothing lately. Pretty much back to feeling normal…and wanting to eat anything and everything that crosses my path. MOAR FUD!
Belly Button in or out? In.
What I miss: My skin and my hair. They’re all sorts of jacked up from the raging hormones.
What I am looking forward to: Getting Rylee’s “big girl” room all ready for her! Hopefully finding a name for this poor girl…at the rate we’re going she may end up nameless!
Baby Milestones: Baby is practice breathing and swallowing. According to the ultrasound, baby weighs about 7 oz.
Other Goodness: Baby’s heartbeat was 169 beats/minute. And more ultrasound photos…

My favorite photo from the ultrasound!

Next month I will try and dig out one of my belly photos from when I was pregnant with Ry for a little comparison.

I cried again…

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When I was pregnant with Rylee, I was so, so sure she was a boy. So imagine my shock {and sadly, disappointment} when we found out she was in fact a girl.

There were tears…big, ugly tears. What was I going to do with a…girl!?

Today we had our ultrasound for this little baby I’ve got growing inside of me.

And when we found out whether this baby is a boy or a girl, I cried again.

But, not out of shock and disappointment.

I cried tears of joy. And excitement.

Tears came when I thought about the future…how close these two will be.

My girls.

Sisters.

We’re having another girl and my heart is so full right now I think it might explode. You see, somewhere along the way, Rylee has taught me so much about love and that what we want, might not always be what we need, but what we need and what we have is in fact, perfect for us.

I cannot wait to tell Rylee tonight!

{And for the record I’m crying again}

The Latelies this Week & a Friday Funny

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  • Rylee is going to be at school on Valentine’s Day this year…I am ridiculously excited to go buy some Valentine’s this weekend and write them out with her.
  • Rylee was about in tears last night at dinner because apparently when we told her one day she’ll grow up and move out it hurt her feelings. And she never wants to move out. It was the sweetest, saddest thing ever.
  • Wednesday night I made one of the top 3 worst dinners I have EVER made! I had a partial container of ricotta cheese, so I found this recipe on Kraft Foods. It had absolutely no flavor. And on top of that instead of fettuccine noodles, for novelty sake, I used some alphabet noodles. They were gross. And tiny. And the whole thing looked kind of like white throw up. Needless to say, we ate a lot of bread that night. And then threw out all the leftovers.
  • On the flip side, Monday night’s dinner was freaking fantastic and I will be sharing it on Sunday!
  • Today is payday and I’m using the fact that I “HAVE” to deposit my check in the bank as the perfect excuse swing into the Taco Bell that happens to be right next door. {I’m really excited for lunch}
  • Thank you guys so, so much for your support on the posts I wrote earlier this week…seriously I was about in tears reading some of the comments. You are awesome.
  • I just got word that I may be going down to Cali later this month to the Toyota Headquarters as part of my TWIN deal! You have NO idea how stoked I am for the opportunity! I’ll share more details when I know more myself.
  • It’s really, really hard for me to believe that four days from now we will be finding out if this little baby in my belly is a boy or a girl. It seems so soon! And no, I have no idea or predictions one way or the other. Do you?
  • Oh and on Monday I’m having a lunch date with my very best friend that consists of tuna fish sandwiches on toasted bread just like we always used to eat. It’s been far too long since we’ve had one of these lunches.
  • And now, I shall leave you with this. I saw this earlier and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, because holy cow can I relate…

 


P.S. I just realized how much of this post had to do with food. Wow…hungry much? Haha.

Happy Friday!

On My Heart: Being Gay

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I don’t mean that I’m gay, because I’m not. I’m actually talking about you being gay. Hypothetically, of course. Unless you are, because then that wouldn’t be hypothetical, now would it?

Either way, my point is this: I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’re gay. Whether you are attracted to men or women has absolutely no bearing on my feelings toward you. If you’re a good person and if we have things in common, that’s much more important to me that your sexual preference. If we were friends and I loved you before I knew you were gay, I’m going to love you after that and I’m still going to be your friend. Period.

Now this doesn’t mean I want to see you making out with your partner on the street corner, but I’ll be honest, I don’t want to see anyone doing that, no matter who their partner is…just like you probably don’t want to see me making out with my husband.

I recently saw this floating around the internet:

“Hate is FAR more of a choice than homosexuality ever will be.”

I couldn’t agree more. I read this and instantly thought “YES! EXACTLY THIS!”

These days it seems like there’s never enough hours in the day and people are always tired and running on fumes. So, why do we need to waste any of our precious energy on hating someone because of something they have no control over, that doesn’t effect you in the least bit? I don’t know about you, but it just doesn’t make sense to me.

If you come at me with some sort of “the bible says it’s wrong” crap, I happen to know the bible also says we need to love others as we love  ourselves (Mark12:31). I was not put on this Earth to cast judgement on others for something as seemingly irrelevant as whether you’re attracted to men or to women.

What would happen if your kid came to you and said they were gay? Are you going to hate them? I mean, are you really going to love them one day, then hear them say the words “I’m gay” and do a complete 180 the next? Don’t you think your child should have the right to love whomever their heart tells them to?

I don’t like confrontation. I like to play it safe. I like to look at/hear all sides of a story. I rarely take sides. Or, if I do take a side, I’m not one to come out and tell you. I mean really, the name of this little blog is “Somewhere in the Middle” and that applies to so many things in my life. But when it comes to being mean, or cruel, or just downright hateful to another human being just because of their sexual preference? Well, that’s one thing where I’m not “Somewhere In the Middle”.

On My Heart: Being Pregnant After a Miscarriage

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The conversation goes something like this:

“You’re expecting!? That’s great news, congratulations! When are you due? You guys must be so excited!”

“Thanks. Due at the end of July. Yea…we’re excited!”

But, in my head, I’m having an entirely different conversation. One that has a response something along the lines of “thanks, we’re finally excited” or “thanks, we’re starting to get excited” but that would just leave an awkward moment in the conversation, now wouldn’t it? You see, it’s not that I’m not excited to be having a baby, it’s just that after my miscarriage back in September, I’m excited but…apprehensive.

In August when we found out we were expecting we were on top of the world! It was our first month of “trying” and we couldn’t wait to tell our family and close friends. We told Rylee, we talked about it a lot, I browsed maternity clothes online…we had the excitement like we were pregnant with our first all over again.

A month went by, then all of a sudden…I wasn’t pregnant anymore. And I was OK with it. I knew everything happened the was it did for a reason and we went about our business.

So, in November when, on a whim I took a pregnancy test and it came up positive, I was…shocked. So soon? Awesome! Oh…wait…I remember what happened last time…

It’s the reason Andy & I didn’t even speak of it with eachother for nearly the first entire month.

It’s the reason we decided to wait until I was 10 weeks along to tell anyone, including my best friend.

It’s the reason I just about had an emotional breakdown one afternoon because I didn’t know if I could handle it again.

It’s the reason I all but panicked when my OB took what I thought was too  long to find a heartbeat at my 12 week appointment.

It’s the reason I was questioning whether everything was “ok” just because I wasn’t showing as early as I thought I should with my second child.

It’s the reason when I went more than a day without feeling nauseous I automatically though something was wrong.

I had no idea how that miscarriage back in September would effect me this time around. It was definitely something I wasn’t prepared for, but slowly but surely we’re passing little milestones and I can feel my apprehension wane and my excitement build. The little flutters I’m feeling ever-so-faintly are my latest reminder that everything is going as it should and I can’t help but smile.

Who knows, the apprehension might be something I won’t be able to fully kick until I’m holding this sweet little baby in my arms, but I’m happy I can say now without hesitation that I am excited!