19 weeks and please can I have a nap?

Alrighty made it week 19 today. Finally moved into prego pants, due to my little pooch I got going on. I just have to know, what the heck, my friends all told me about this little enegery burst they got in the second trimester of their pregnancy...where the heck is mine? I am sooo tired all the time. I bet its as the Dr. says "due to my age". I just want to sleep. Can I please quit working so I can nap when I want to? Please!

Well Tapeworm is a moving and a shaking in this little belly of mine. I feel it from time to time and its amazing. I wish it was more often and a little stronger just so the Mr. can feel it more!

As far as eating goes...well here is a plus, I am loving being able to eat and eat what I want when I want, meaning all the time!

Plans coming up, FAMILY TIME! Granny coming 1st week of Nov to be with us as we find out if Tapeworm is really a tapeworm or a girl or a boy! Then Thanksgiving will come with my Brother in Law and family and My Daddy! I can't wait! Then to the In Laws for Christmas and back to NOLA for New Years...then my most wonderful Feb where my "girls" in my family will be here to do a baby room weekend! My cousins and Aunts and Grandma and my Momma! Yay! Then it will be March before we know it and Tapeworm will make his/her appearance. What an amazing experience I am having.

Oh for the complaints, still with the pesky headaches and my hips are KILLING me. And did I mention my sinsuses? I've never had to take meds like this before! But I guess its not much and could be so much worse and I am still happy happy.

Things are always going to work out in the end.

"Life isn't fair, but it's still good."

18 weeks

I wrote this one and it didn't post. Ugh.

Yes I made it to 18 weeks. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't even be pregnant much less be pregnant this long! Almost half way! I can't believe it. I was watching Guilliana and Bill Ransic show and cried my eyes out as they go thru IVF. I was just there. I remember every moment, every tear, every worry, every thought. It was rough...but we did it, my body did it and here we are. Though I can't say I still don't worry that the baby and I won't make it all the way. I still try to enjoy all the happy parts. Like last night, getting a massage, the massagist was working on my hips and tiny little kicks. It was like the Tapeworm was saying, hey I'm here rub me too! LOL.

There have been so many crazy stressful things going on in our life recently. And I am trying to learn to take it one day at a time and one issue at a time. Easier said than done, but at least I am trying. And I am doing it. In the end it will all work out for the best and in the end it will just be as it should be.

Lastly just sending out prayers for those I know need it..Granny, Gma, Mom, darling Mr. and my Treen (i love you)

I will never go in the attic alone again...I promise.

This past lovely weekend I went up in the attic while Mr. was out car shopping. I wanted the fall decoarations down and thought it was no big deal. I've done this many times before and the box is very light and so is the wreath. I got it all together and put it at the top of the stairs. As I was getting ready to get down (OH I must write the story about the words Get Down another time) I was on the small edge to the left with one foot, Reached to the right with my hand to grab the two by four to steady myself and reached down with my other foot to step on the stairs. And thats when it happened! My toes slipped (yes I was doing this with no shoes on and in my pjs), my foot was dangling, I was in a split with one leg on the ledge in the attic, my arm stretched as far as it would go and my body convlusing with fear. As I dangled I imagined falling and hitting my head and landing like Goldie Hawn in Death Becomes her, all broken and backwards.
I finally composed myself and got my foot on the ladder and layed against it, still in a split while I stopped shaking. Grabbed the wreath went down and went back up and got the box. I really wanted to decorate. And closed up the attic stairs.

I promise to never go in the attic alone again.

But my door and my house look like fall now!

Ehh 16 weeks?

Now tell me this isn't crazy. First we are told we are due March 17 by the IVF Dr., Then by the OB Dr its March 18, now by the Perinatal Dr its March 19...someone make up your mind. Geeze. I am tired of all the date changes. Baby comes when it comes, you do all your weird dating and keep it to yourself. And really if you want to know I think more like March 6th time about.

And little one had the legs crossed the whole time. WOuldn't show nothing. But they continued to guess that its a girl. So yay Team Pink! I think we are pretty much settled that it will be a girl.

The pics are cute. I am feeling better each and everyday, execept for my sinuses draining. Maybe we will give this another shot next year!