8 Weeks, 9 Days

Allan and I went to the doctors today and saw Unit #4 (In case you didn't know, we're expecting again).

I found out about 3 weeks ago, and instantly I was sick.......like.......the next day. When I was pregnant with the other 3 kids, I was sick, but it was barable to me. However, this pregnancy, I have been in bed for 3 weeks now, with extreme nausia and fountain like vomitting. It's pretty impressive.

However, the last  3 weeks, my mother has been coming over and helping a TON!! I haven't been able to get out of bed really, and she has been coming over and either taking the kids, or dropping Christine and Justin off, or staying for a few hours (or the whole day) and cleaning the house and helping me with the kids. It has been such a blessing. I couldn't have done this without her help. Not to mention, my husband has been a saint lately. He comes home from work, to a disaster of a house, and is just ok with it and turns into mommy/daddy, and doesn't complain.........much. I am a lucky woman. I have recently, during this stinky ordeal, learned it's ok to accept help and learn to be ok with it. The people may not do things how i would do things, or put things where I would put them, but it is still a help, and I need to embrace it. It's been a wonderful thing to learn.

ANYWAYS! Because I've been so sick, and my clothes are already starting to get too small around the midsection, I was pretty much convincing myself that it was twins. I cried the first few times I thought of that. Ridiculous, I know. So I was really anxious to get to the doctor. Allan had other thoughts, however. He was wondering what it would be like at the doctors, to do the ultrasound, and find out that I'm not pregnant at all. HA! If that was the case, I'd be first finding out why I'm so dang sick, and then secondly, contacting the prego test people and telling them that all 4 of their tests were faulty. HA! SOMEONE'S GIVING ME MY MONEY BACK!

So the doctor did the ultra sound. Allan and I waited on pins and needles, me waiting for the 2 sacs I was sure I would see, and Allan waiting to see nothing but the inside of my uterus. This is what we saw.................

Meet Rogers' Unit #4. This little thing is a wiggly jiggly little thing, with a heart rate so far of 174. I think Allan was squinting to try to see if it is a boy or a girl yet, but still can't see anything, of course. Baby is healthy and happy and bouncy and looks already chubby.........and very active.......of course. Can't be mine if it actually looks like me and is calm.

The next discussion was about my sickness. She said it is time for me to take Zofran.............My mom has already been giving me some, and it's like sugar pills for me. Done nothing for me. Sooooo, she gave me this contraption to wear on my wrist. Looks like a watch. It shocks the inside of my wrist a lot during the day and sends a shock wave to my brain, telling it to regulate my stomach. Maybe I'm wrong, but shouldn't my brain already be doing that without being electrocuted? Guess not. But it seems to be doing the job today........we'll see about tomorrow.

Allan and I are really excited for this baby. It will be our last, we can't do anymore right now. I would love to adopt one day, when I'm older and the kids are older. Maybe help adopt a kid who's about 5 or 6 and give them a chance. Always been a dream of mine since I was about 11. We both feel so blessed that we have been able to conceive 4 healthy babies (so far), with just 1 miscarriage. Even after 5 years, I still get emotional about that baby. But I learned a lot from that. And that's what's important. Now to move on to new life!! So exciting!