BLEH! Greg woke me up because he was extrememly loud getting out of bed for work this morning. And it's a non-stop day for him and I. He's working 5-11, then a fishing show, and then Old Navy. I'm pretty pleased with myself, I'm making Greg go clothes shopping becuase he's dragging me to a fishing show. After that it's cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.
I hate busy Saturdays.
Top it all off: migrane, morning sickness and hearburn is plaguing me in the 20 minutes I've been awake. Something tells me that today is going to be a l-o-n-g day.
I do have something you all must try. From Rita's: the Sweedish Fish Geliati with vanilla custard. OH.MY.GODDDDDDDD. It was better than sex. Like, way better than sex.
I think my bed is calling my name again.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Men! And Baby!
Although I am very happy with Greg...he makes me smile every day. However, sometimes he just makes me go "grrr". I know he thinks that we have money right not because of his income tax...but really...we don't. His van needs some repairs. We need to fix up our room and the nursery. He needs some new clothes. All of this requires money. Yes, it would be nice to go out to dinner...and for me to finally get that steak...but we need to save. He's a kid in a candy store when he gets a little bit of green in his hand. It drives me nuts.
I know why he does it too. His ex, Suzie, never wanted to save money. Most of the time she was out of a job, (yes I know, I'm unemployed right now...but it's not my choice to not be working.) and she always made him buy her things. He never admited that to me, but several other people did. I guess he still feels like that if he doesn't buy me things, I won't love him. Suzie treated him horribly, I just wish I could make him see I'm not like her.
With all of that being said...I really could go for a steak. *drools*
Alright, since this is a pregnancy journal, I suppose I should talk about the baby.
This entire pregnancy until yesterday, I have been craving bananas. Baby boo decided yesterday morning that he or she doesn't like bananas anymore. So much so I had to fight off morning sickness all day. I wanted to try again today and have a banana...no dice. And that big jar of JIF peanut butter we bought on Wednesday? Doesn't appeal to me at all anymore. I don't get it. I probably never will. All I know is that I want a steak and that turkey sandwich from Panera Bread.
It's harder and harder to wake up in the morning. I gotta wake up every hour and a half to pee...and then every time I want to roll over...I wake up. Greg laughs at me when I wake up. Apparently I sigh, groan, and mutter that I'm again awake. And when I'm finally asleep; I have the weirdest dreams known to man.
Seriously....last night I had another dream that I gave birth to Bruce Willis.
And that's not even the weirdest dream I've had.
Hiccups have become a daily thing. They usually start after breakfast...end right before lunch...and at night right before bed. I love this whole hiccup/heartburn combo I got going on. It's a lot of fun!
*Why do I still not have a scarcasm font????*
Baby Boo has been moving almost constantly for the past 2 days. Seems like whenever I take a drink of water (which I do quite often) he or she stirs up and won't stop moving around. It's really kind of cool. I love feeling it, but it's kinda weird when you're trying to sleep.
My digestive system is all sort of messed up. If I can't go, it sucks. If I go too much, it sucks worse. I don't get it. Oh, and the "tooting" is really not pleasant. I'm starting to make Greg feel like he's not the stinky one of this relationship.
Migranes are getting worse, but so far, I can handle them. I just really don't want to take Tylenol. Even though everyone tells me it's safe.
My teeth are super sensative. They always have been but I think I need to change toothpaste.
I'm really...forgetful. I'd forget my hands if they weren't attached.
Ummm let's see....
Since my belly is getting bigger, I love how Greg's hand falls on it when he's holding me at night. It's a little thing...but it feels so right.
On April 10th, we're going for the 3D ultrasound. I was worried that they won't be able to tell...but they assured me that if they aren't 100% sure that they will re-do the session...free of charge. They did tell me that the 3D and 4D aspect might not be what we're hoping for just because the baby will still be little and won't have much fat on them. Let's hope baby boo has their legs open!
Well, Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
I know why he does it too. His ex, Suzie, never wanted to save money. Most of the time she was out of a job, (yes I know, I'm unemployed right now...but it's not my choice to not be working.) and she always made him buy her things. He never admited that to me, but several other people did. I guess he still feels like that if he doesn't buy me things, I won't love him. Suzie treated him horribly, I just wish I could make him see I'm not like her.
With all of that being said...I really could go for a steak. *drools*
Alright, since this is a pregnancy journal, I suppose I should talk about the baby.
This entire pregnancy until yesterday, I have been craving bananas. Baby boo decided yesterday morning that he or she doesn't like bananas anymore. So much so I had to fight off morning sickness all day. I wanted to try again today and have a banana...no dice. And that big jar of JIF peanut butter we bought on Wednesday? Doesn't appeal to me at all anymore. I don't get it. I probably never will. All I know is that I want a steak and that turkey sandwich from Panera Bread.
It's harder and harder to wake up in the morning. I gotta wake up every hour and a half to pee...and then every time I want to roll over...I wake up. Greg laughs at me when I wake up. Apparently I sigh, groan, and mutter that I'm again awake. And when I'm finally asleep; I have the weirdest dreams known to man.
Seriously....last night I had another dream that I gave birth to Bruce Willis.
And that's not even the weirdest dream I've had.
Hiccups have become a daily thing. They usually start after breakfast...end right before lunch...and at night right before bed. I love this whole hiccup/heartburn combo I got going on. It's a lot of fun!
*Why do I still not have a scarcasm font????*
Baby Boo has been moving almost constantly for the past 2 days. Seems like whenever I take a drink of water (which I do quite often) he or she stirs up and won't stop moving around. It's really kind of cool. I love feeling it, but it's kinda weird when you're trying to sleep.
My digestive system is all sort of messed up. If I can't go, it sucks. If I go too much, it sucks worse. I don't get it. Oh, and the "tooting" is really not pleasant. I'm starting to make Greg feel like he's not the stinky one of this relationship.
Migranes are getting worse, but so far, I can handle them. I just really don't want to take Tylenol. Even though everyone tells me it's safe.
My teeth are super sensative. They always have been but I think I need to change toothpaste.
I'm really...forgetful. I'd forget my hands if they weren't attached.
Ummm let's see....
Since my belly is getting bigger, I love how Greg's hand falls on it when he's holding me at night. It's a little thing...but it feels so right.
On April 10th, we're going for the 3D ultrasound. I was worried that they won't be able to tell...but they assured me that if they aren't 100% sure that they will re-do the session...free of charge. They did tell me that the 3D and 4D aspect might not be what we're hoping for just because the baby will still be little and won't have much fat on them. Let's hope baby boo has their legs open!
Well, Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Thursday, March 11, 2010
*twitch* (rant)
I really don't know if this is just pregnancy hormones or the fact that my future in laws are indeed - jerks. All of 'em. Including their little doggies.
Let's go back a little. In November my FMIL and FSIL got into it. So much so, that my FSIL assulted my FMIL. So, my FSIL and her son moved out. Thank God. Yes, it was only 2 houses down, but she was out of our house. I, for one, was so happy. I dispise Greg's sister. She never has anything nice to say and she's manulpative. Just an all around bad person.
Fast forward about 2 weeks. FSIL is getting evicted from where she's living now. So, let's go over to our "mom's house" and cause havoc over there! Let's bring in our little doggie that ISN'T house broken. *facepalm* This dog is teaching our two dogs that it's okay to use the house as it's restroom. It's so gross. The thing is, they don't go downstairs, where there's doggie pads....they go UPSTAIRS where my FILs don't go. (FMIL can't climb stairs well and FFIL just stays downstairs with her) Greg and I have had enough and we have to buy a baby gate to keep the dogs away from upstairs. It's that bad.
I'm tired of mopping up after them...and frankly it hurts.
Ohhhh but it gets so much better! Weeeeeeeee
FSIL and her sons are getting evicted where they live now. They found a new place, which is great! They're not allowed to have dogs...so guess who gets their little poop machine?
That's right! We do.
*Facepalm till I bleed*
They need to do something with this dog. With all of these dogs. I need Ceasar. He'll fix 'em real good.
Now I need to relax, cause everytime I start to get pissed the little one inside of me decides it wants to move around so much that it feels like mommy is going to up-chuck.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Let's go back a little. In November my FMIL and FSIL got into it. So much so, that my FSIL assulted my FMIL. So, my FSIL and her son moved out. Thank God. Yes, it was only 2 houses down, but she was out of our house. I, for one, was so happy. I dispise Greg's sister. She never has anything nice to say and she's manulpative. Just an all around bad person.
Fast forward about 2 weeks. FSIL is getting evicted from where she's living now. So, let's go over to our "mom's house" and cause havoc over there! Let's bring in our little doggie that ISN'T house broken. *facepalm* This dog is teaching our two dogs that it's okay to use the house as it's restroom. It's so gross. The thing is, they don't go downstairs, where there's doggie pads....they go UPSTAIRS where my FILs don't go. (FMIL can't climb stairs well and FFIL just stays downstairs with her) Greg and I have had enough and we have to buy a baby gate to keep the dogs away from upstairs. It's that bad.
I'm tired of mopping up after them...and frankly it hurts.
Ohhhh but it gets so much better! Weeeeeeeee
FSIL and her sons are getting evicted where they live now. They found a new place, which is great! They're not allowed to have dogs...so guess who gets their little poop machine?
That's right! We do.
*Facepalm till I bleed*
They need to do something with this dog. With all of these dogs. I need Ceasar. He'll fix 'em real good.
Now I need to relax, cause everytime I start to get pissed the little one inside of me decides it wants to move around so much that it feels like mommy is going to up-chuck.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Baby are you down, down, down, down, down?
I would like to know how one person can be completely exhausted but completely hyper at the same time? I've been waking up at the strangest hours and not being able to fall back asleep. I think this pregnancy thing is preparing me for life after delivery. All I want is to have one night where I sleep for more than 2 hours straight. I know that's asking for a lot. I can understand to go to the bathroom. But jeez. Just one night? Please, baby?
This is a very short blog. Basically, I wanted to post more yesterday, but it already seemed to be long so this is a continuation.
But. When you see a pregnant women at a store...please....PLEASE...do not touch her belly. If you really want to touch, ask. Do not just walk up and start rubbing on their belly. It's just not nice.
Also. I'm 4 months. I'm not carrying twins. I'm not ready to pop. I'm fat. Always was. Probably always will be. I'm huge already. You don't need to remind me.
No, I don't know the sex yet. Please stop asking. I didn't know at 7 weeks...and I won't know until 19 weeks. Sorry.
Oh. And my boobies and how I use them, are my business. Not yours. :)
I'm sorry for the mini-rant.
Until next time:
~MommyToBee
This is a very short blog. Basically, I wanted to post more yesterday, but it already seemed to be long so this is a continuation.
But. When you see a pregnant women at a store...please....PLEASE...do not touch her belly. If you really want to touch, ask. Do not just walk up and start rubbing on their belly. It's just not nice.
Also. I'm 4 months. I'm not carrying twins. I'm not ready to pop. I'm fat. Always was. Probably always will be. I'm huge already. You don't need to remind me.
No, I don't know the sex yet. Please stop asking. I didn't know at 7 weeks...and I won't know until 19 weeks. Sorry.
Oh. And my boobies and how I use them, are my business. Not yours. :)
I'm sorry for the mini-rant.
Until next time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
It's been a little while.
The past week has been hard. And from what I hear? I'm not the only one who's having a rough couple of days. Things have been pretty topsy-turvey, and I don't like it. Greg has been either really amazing or really annoying. (more about that later) I've been finding out some things about my family that I don't really appreciate. I do not like being the one person in my family that has "failed" because I'm "knocked up" without "being married". And I shouldn't flaunt my belly all over the internets, because it isn't a "belly bump" yet, it's just me deciding that I want to eat more doughnuts.
Because apparently....we now live in the 1950's and an un-married woman should be sent to a "distant family member" for 9 months.
Ohhhh that is SO not how I roll.
My best friend told me about some of her struggles lately. And I cannot help for my heart to break for her. She has a lot to deal with right now, but I know how strong of a woman she is and I know that somehow she'll make it through better and stronger. Jenn, I'm here for you if you need anything!
Well it's tuesday and you know what that means! Belly pictures! Because I am going to flaunt what Greg put up there! Andddd I don't care who gets offended at my bloated midsection. I'm carrying a chid, for pete's sake. Duh, I'm going to put on weight.
Blehhhhhh oh. my. goodness. Although I'm rocking the "baby bump" I do get self-conscience. Sometimes I just see some pictures and don't think that's me. When I look at myself, I have reverse annorexia. I see myself as little, not a house like everyone else sees.
Even here. (Yes the picture is really small and you can't see my face and good lord do you see my hair!?) I can't believe that my belly is sticking out that far. To me, it's really noticable that I'm pregnant...I guess since I was big to start out that I just looks like I'm eating large amounts of salt.
Blehh, I hate when everyone else is right.
Aw, forget it. I'm still going to show my belly. 'Cause I refuse to be looked at like I'm a hippo and not a pregnant woman.
Now that I've completely flip-floped and then returned to my orginal statement about my baby belly...I want to share something that happened between me and Greg.
Greg did his tax refund and he got a decent amount back. (I will never EVER go to HandR block again.) Mine wasn't as much as his but that's okay. Well, I asked him if I would get some of his money because of me not working and we can save it for the baby. He agreed. And I'm getting almost half for Baby Boo. Yesterday, he cashed his check, I got my money, he has his. Soon, I hope to have my refund too. Which leaves us with a good chunk of money to put away for the baby.
Well...to most of his family, this means that he should buy this and that for themselves. He's flat out refusing to buy anything for anyone, except for me and him. Greg is a total redneck. He loves all things 4wheelers, dirt bikes, fishing and camping. (He made me get my fishin' license last night...and got me a rod too.) With that being said, his brother wants him to buy a 4wheeler. No doubt, it's a nice one. But it's something we don't need. This is the conversation they had over the phone (it was on speaker, I was evesdropping...I swear.)
Shawn: Hoss, dude, buy this 4wheeler.
Greg: I can't. It's too much money.
Shawn: It's only $500.
Greg: I got a baby on the way. I can't afford it. You buy it.
Shawn: I don't got the money.
Greg: Well, I don't got the money either.
Shawn: How far is she?
Greg: 4 months.
Shawn: That's plenty of time...
Greg: *cuts him off* You make $14 an hour...you don't pay for anything. Not even your cell phone. You just got paid on Friday...where did your money go? I don't have the money. I got a family to support. Don't bother asking me again because I don't have the money, even to go half way. Stop asking me to buy it cause you want it. It's not my fault you blow your stack. *hangs up*
...Well that made me cry. Well, air makes me cry. But, just hearing that made me feel pretty good. I know how much Greg wanted that 4wheeler. He chose to put his family first. I might complain that I don't get to see him that much or that some of his friends take him away from me...but I am really lucky. I love the fact that when we are laying in bed at night that he now holds my belly.
This morning he woke up extra early (he started at 5am) to go and get me breakfast. Granted, McDonald's wasn't serving breakfast and he went to Sheetz and it wasn't good; it was the thought that counts.
Because apparently....we now live in the 1950's and an un-married woman should be sent to a "distant family member" for 9 months.
Ohhhh that is SO not how I roll.
My best friend told me about some of her struggles lately. And I cannot help for my heart to break for her. She has a lot to deal with right now, but I know how strong of a woman she is and I know that somehow she'll make it through better and stronger. Jenn, I'm here for you if you need anything!
Well it's tuesday and you know what that means! Belly pictures! Because I am going to flaunt what Greg put up there! Andddd I don't care who gets offended at my bloated midsection. I'm carrying a chid, for pete's sake. Duh, I'm going to put on weight.
Although you can't really see it, my lower belly is starting to pull up. Yes, this is a shirt that I wear all the time. And yes, those are Greg's shorts. My whole body has decided that it wants a few extra pounds on some places. (Ohhhh maybe THAT'S why I'm a big sack of fat-ugly?)
Even here. (Yes the picture is really small and you can't see my face and good lord do you see my hair!?) I can't believe that my belly is sticking out that far. To me, it's really noticable that I'm pregnant...I guess since I was big to start out that I just looks like I'm eating large amounts of salt.
Blehh, I hate when everyone else is right.
Aw, forget it. I'm still going to show my belly. 'Cause I refuse to be looked at like I'm a hippo and not a pregnant woman.
Now that I've completely flip-floped and then returned to my orginal statement about my baby belly...I want to share something that happened between me and Greg.
Greg did his tax refund and he got a decent amount back. (I will never EVER go to HandR block again.) Mine wasn't as much as his but that's okay. Well, I asked him if I would get some of his money because of me not working and we can save it for the baby. He agreed. And I'm getting almost half for Baby Boo. Yesterday, he cashed his check, I got my money, he has his. Soon, I hope to have my refund too. Which leaves us with a good chunk of money to put away for the baby.
Well...to most of his family, this means that he should buy this and that for themselves. He's flat out refusing to buy anything for anyone, except for me and him. Greg is a total redneck. He loves all things 4wheelers, dirt bikes, fishing and camping. (He made me get my fishin' license last night...and got me a rod too.) With that being said, his brother wants him to buy a 4wheeler. No doubt, it's a nice one. But it's something we don't need. This is the conversation they had over the phone (it was on speaker, I was evesdropping...I swear.)
Shawn: Hoss, dude, buy this 4wheeler.
Greg: I can't. It's too much money.
Shawn: It's only $500.
Greg: I got a baby on the way. I can't afford it. You buy it.
Shawn: I don't got the money.
Greg: Well, I don't got the money either.
Shawn: How far is she?
Greg: 4 months.
Shawn: That's plenty of time...
Greg: *cuts him off* You make $14 an hour...you don't pay for anything. Not even your cell phone. You just got paid on Friday...where did your money go? I don't have the money. I got a family to support. Don't bother asking me again because I don't have the money, even to go half way. Stop asking me to buy it cause you want it. It's not my fault you blow your stack. *hangs up*
...Well that made me cry. Well, air makes me cry. But, just hearing that made me feel pretty good. I know how much Greg wanted that 4wheeler. He chose to put his family first. I might complain that I don't get to see him that much or that some of his friends take him away from me...but I am really lucky. I love the fact that when we are laying in bed at night that he now holds my belly.
This morning he woke up extra early (he started at 5am) to go and get me breakfast. Granted, McDonald's wasn't serving breakfast and he went to Sheetz and it wasn't good; it was the thought that counts.
(I had to pick the worst picture...but he's still my mashed potatos and gravy!)
Yeahhh...... I'm pretty lucky indeed.
Until next time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
What was so wrong about the '90's?
Yesterday I was talking to a friend that I haven't spoken to in a while. He just found out that his girlfriend and him are expecting! After we exchanged congradulatory comments (he didn't know I was "with child" either) he said something that really shocked me. "I'm just glad that I'm raising my child in th 2000's then the '90's."
I know what he ment by that statement. That there are more programs in place for children then there was back then. And that technology has improved. There are more schools. Just in general...more things for his child then there was.
I, on the other hand, disagree.
I'm going to try to keep this as short as I possibly can...but this is a rant that is 16 hours plus in the making:
I want to show my child that with everything we have now, sometimes it's better to have simplier things. I miss a lot from my childhood.
I guess I'm talking about something bigger than myself. I see what has been happening to the world in the past few years. It makes me sick that there's nothing I can do to prevent my child from being exposed to bad things. I just hope that I'll be able to raise a child that's strong enough to protect themselves from all the terrible stuff that can happen.
So I ask: what was really that bad about the '90s?
Until next time:
~MommyToBee
I know what he ment by that statement. That there are more programs in place for children then there was back then. And that technology has improved. There are more schools. Just in general...more things for his child then there was.
I, on the other hand, disagree.
I'm going to try to keep this as short as I possibly can...but this is a rant that is 16 hours plus in the making:
*I don't want to teach my child that it's okay to take text messages during dinner.
*That it's okay to not know your neighbor. That first names are good enough.
*That video games is the norm, not a luxuary.
*You can google anything your parents don't want you to know just yet.
*It doesn't matter what you do, you can be a celebrity. And somehow, it's cool to be drunk/ bitchy/ attention-seeking/ rehab going/ talentless no one.
*Yes, we had Britney Spears. But she never pole danced at a kids award show when she was 17.
*People cared more about voting for the President then for American Idol.
I want to show my child that with everything we have now, sometimes it's better to have simplier things. I miss a lot from my childhood.
*I want to see more "Rugrats" and "Hey Arnold" and take away "Spongebob" and pretty much anything on the Cartoon Network.
*I want to see the "Spice Girls" message back: Girls Rule. Now adays we have girls running around in hotpants (and in one case, no pants...Lady Gaga...we get it...you're "edgy"...now put on some normal clothes) and singing about getting drunk from sun up til way past sun down.
*I want to be able to watch the news and not hear about any "celebrity" and how they "went to rehab" or "fell off the wagon" or "put on weight." I really don't care to hear about these people. So what if a golf player had affairs or an actress is spotted stumbling home from a club after she claimed to be "sober".
*I want to watch television that the whole family can watch. Like "Full House" or "The Frest Prince of Bel-Air". And not have to cover my child's eyes and ears when they talk about something sexual or inapporpriate.
*I want my child to go to a school where they don't have to walk through a metal dector at the grade school level.
I guess I'm talking about something bigger than myself. I see what has been happening to the world in the past few years. It makes me sick that there's nothing I can do to prevent my child from being exposed to bad things. I just hope that I'll be able to raise a child that's strong enough to protect themselves from all the terrible stuff that can happen.
So I ask: what was really that bad about the '90s?
Until next time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Action packed post!
We got names, and pictures and details about the upcoming month(s)!
Let me first start off by saying...I really am not enjoying this naming process. This name is the only name this baby will have, and will have it for the rest of their lives. It's a pretty big thing. Although the baby won't offically be named until Greg and I hold our little one, I still want to start looking at names so we can get a general idea. So...I ask you: If you have any names that you think are cute (but please, do not give any possible names you'll use. Oh, and only boy names) send 'em my way. Since I have a pretty good idea of what I like...Greg is still up in the air. That man, he cannot make a decision to save his life. And the names he does like I'm not a fan of. But we somehow managed to find 4 girls names that we like...and we need 3 more for a little guy.
Girls:
*Alyssa Rose
*Maddison Jo
*Sophia Lynn
*Laura Rose
Boys:
*Jackson Carter
*Rylee/ Rielly (we both like that name but we don't have any idea for a middle yet)
*Elliott (same as Rylee)
*Jacoby (Mommy's favorite so far)
*Colten (Daddy's favorite so far)
We have a bunch more but that would be a very long post. On my boy list alone, I have over 25 names. While Greg has 9.
I promised pictures....so here they are.
This was taken last week, at 13 weeks one day. From the previous pictures I lost a lot of the "bloat". I still can't believe how big I am already.
This is my personal favorite. ^.^ Yes, I'm trying to look at my feet. Sounds so rediculous that they've already gone missing.
Let me first start off by saying...I really am not enjoying this naming process. This name is the only name this baby will have, and will have it for the rest of their lives. It's a pretty big thing. Although the baby won't offically be named until Greg and I hold our little one, I still want to start looking at names so we can get a general idea. So...I ask you: If you have any names that you think are cute (but please, do not give any possible names you'll use. Oh, and only boy names) send 'em my way. Since I have a pretty good idea of what I like...Greg is still up in the air. That man, he cannot make a decision to save his life. And the names he does like I'm not a fan of. But we somehow managed to find 4 girls names that we like...and we need 3 more for a little guy.
Girls:
*Alyssa Rose
*Maddison Jo
*Sophia Lynn
*Laura Rose
Boys:
*Jackson Carter
*Rylee/ Rielly (we both like that name but we don't have any idea for a middle yet)
*Elliott (same as Rylee)
*Jacoby (Mommy's favorite so far)
*Colten (Daddy's favorite so far)
We have a bunch more but that would be a very long post. On my boy list alone, I have over 25 names. While Greg has 9.
I promised pictures....so here they are.
This is my personal favorite. ^.^ Yes, I'm trying to look at my feet. Sounds so rediculous that they've already gone missing. This one was taken last night...14 weeks. I look terrible...mainly cause I was crying all night and starting fights with Greg. I really need to stop drinking water before we take pictures.
Now. We have a doctor's appointment in 2 weeks. Andddd I'll be 16 weeks. Which means....We should be able to find out what the baby's gender is. I know that it's a little soon and it won't be 100% accurate. That's why Greg and I decided that we are going to go to a 3D ultrasound! We are planning on going at the end of March to see what are little one is going to be. Since my insurance doesn't cover just a gender prediction ultrasound, we figure we might go a little deeper and actually see it's features. The hospital charges a little over $100 for a normal 2D ultrasound and that's with one picture. The package that Greg and I want to get has pictures, a DVD and a guarentee that if they little one is being modest, we can go back and get it re-done. All for a little more than a normal, gritty 2D? Sign me up. And I'll be there.
I plan on going around the 18th week. Which, will be normal and everything should be in view. Especially since I think I am further along than what they say. So hopefully *crosses fingers, knocks on wood* I'll know what is growing inside of me. I know some people are wondering why I'm not waiting...but I don't want to get all gender neutral stuff. I wanna know!
Well now it's time for me to go back to folding laundry and cleaning up. Ahh the joy.
Until later:
~MommyToBee
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