The Final Stretch

Wow! I can't believe I only have 11 days to go! The car seat is ready. The bassinet is ready. The bedroom is ready. The bottles are washed. {Most of} the clothes are washed. And so now we just wait. Okay, in reality, now's the mad-dash to try to get my house whipped into shape and spend some hard core quality time with my three boys before our family of four becomes a family of five. We're so excited to have Baby Sister join our family, but part of me is already sad about the changes that will inevitably happen with the boys. They won't be my babies anymore, and that makes me a little sad.

Physically, the past month has been an adventure. I just don't remember being this drained with my last pregnancy. I'm tired, uncomfortable, and sore. I can't sleep because I can't find a comfortable position. But I also keep thinking that this is most likely my last opportunity to be pregnant, my last few times to feel her kicking and moving. Believe it or not, I AM going to miss it!

You may remember last month when I thought we had our daughter's name narrowed down to two. Well, as of today, we're back up to three. But the three have been pretty consistent, so we're thinking it will be one of those. We've been having AJ practice all three names, which is a lot of fun. Aaron is getting more and more lovey with Mom's belly and still doesn't understand why he can't lift my shirt up in the middle of the store to give baby sister kisses. And Adam and I are just biding our time, excited and scared and happy and nervous and every other emotion you can imagine. I have a feeling these next eleven days are going to fly by.

I'll Spare You The Detials...

I wanted to give a little update, but it could get pretty personal, so I'll try to do it as vaguely as possible. We'll start at the top and work our way down:

• Hair = horrible. (Pregnancy and my hair do not agree.)
• Teary Eyes. Seriously. When I get all weepy over a McDonald's commercial, I realize I am no longer in control.
• Pimples like a crazy hormonal teenager? Check.
• I don't have to wear my padded bra now, but boy are they tender. (And two little boys seem to have a knack for leaning right into 'em. Ouch.)
• Belly is two-fold: Outside = bigger (yay!) Inside = sicker (boo!)
• Thighs and Hind-Quarters are growing at an alarming rate.
  (No more skinny jeans for me.)
• Toenails painted beautifully thanks to this girl who brought me a pamper-present.
  

So there you have it. Misty from head to toe. But I'm really not complaining. I'm so happy to be sick, tender, emotional, and fat. Here's to you, First Trimester. Bring on #2.

I think that means it's working...

Last night I was not feeling good AT ALL. I think that's a good thing. I felt really crampy, and my ovaries were swollen...you could see on my stomach where they were sticking out. It was really uncomfortable, but that's what my body's supposed to be doing right now, so it's a VERY good sign. I have an ultrasound tomorrow at the U to see if the meds are working the way they should, and if they are, we start the progesterone and continue on course. I can't believe in just a few weeks we could be expecting again! Scary! Exciting, but scary!

On a side note, my shot was AWFUL yesterday! We were at the Farm to celebrate Grandma Rindy's birthday, but Aaron was being really clingy so I brought him into the bathroom with me to do the shot. I got everything else ready, but when I grabbed the syringe to fill it with Lupron, Aaron bumped me, and I dropped the syringe. It landed on the cabinet, but the tip of the needle bent. It was the only one I had, so I still had to use it, and it didn't work so well. I basically gave myself the shot with a blunt needle. It hurt hurt hurt and is still swollen this morning. What a fun memory to stash away and treasure forever! :)

Progress?

Today has been a pretty good day. I don't have to take my birth control pill! Hooray! My face is breaking out from the hormones, just like it did last time. I hate it! But I suppose it's a small price to pay for the desired result. Today was fast Sunday, so one of the things Adam and I fasted for is this process to go well and be successful (if that's what the Lord's plan is). I've felt at peace all day. My Lupron shot last night was much better than Friday nights...I think I did hit a nerve Friday night afterall. It was good to have it hurt the normal way last night instead of the unusual and more painful way it did Friday. I get a little freaked out sometimes when I think about having another baby (I can barely keep up with the 2 I already have!), but Adam and I both feel like this is what the Lords wants us to be doing. I can't believe we'll be doing the transfer in just a few weeks!