Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo

It is true, the fog of sicky, icky is beginning to lift. Heck, just the other day I actually acted human. I am starting to feel more like myself, aside from the ample bosoms and girth around my middle.
It is still pretty impossible to get out of bed in the morning, I still dry-heave at the slightest provication, and I weep at the drop of a hat (think John Denver special, sappy commercials, and my children) but I am feeling groovy. I am soo excited about this baby. I can't wait for the tiny hands and feet. The new baby smell. My children with my children.
It may be the weather. There have been some truly beautiful days. The hint of spring and Easter and mountains without snow. I am refreshed and renewed and ready. Now if I could just turn that into the desire to clean and organize. One thing at a time I guess.

Lucky for me, my gal hasn't been affected by my crazy.

Redemption, for a while

So in my effort to be less boring and also to soothe the guilt I feel for not only being the worst pregnant person, but also the worst pregnant mother, I decided to take the kids on an outing. Go me! So off we drove to SLC and to all of its wonders. We hit the Gateway, had some lunch and proceeded on to the Children's Museum. Can I just say, we loved it? We did. We spent hours, 3.75 to be exact, building, playing, laughing and hanging out.
Then of course we had to see the fountain. The boys HAD to take a run through. It was funny to watch them enjoying each other and themselves so much. All in all a great redemptive sort of day.

Modesty? Over-rated.

Today was The Big Day, the Find out the Sex of Your Baby Day. Everyone knows this is an exciting day. For me, I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. Here is why. I need to have this be my last pregnancy. Let's face it I am old, I am tired, I am moody, I suck at pregnancy. So if the baby is a girl, WAHOO, two of each, Mills has a sister, I am gravy, baby. If it is a boy, at some later date I may feel the need to try and give my gal a sister. I may actually TRY to get pregnant(I know she will be fine without a sister, but my sister is so important to me I want Millie to have that) Don't get me wrong, I love me a boy baby. They are so cute and snuggy and they grow up to be things like Henry and Max. But the idea of another pregnancy sends me straight to the rocking, weeping, fetal position. Which makes me sound like I have no say in the matter(man, I am a mess, send drugs, candy and a therapist)
Fast forward to the actual Doc appt. Now my doc and I do not spend time chatting, he is all biz so I feel the need to act like a profesh(professional pregnant lady, professional idiot, I am not sure, just serious) so he goos my belly all up and starts moving his wand of destiny all over me and it hits me...I can handle anything just give me the heart beat and a clean bill of health. So he does, the babe looks good, just one problem, crossed legs. He can't say for sure what the sex is. In my professional state I am trying to remain calm when all I want to do is pull that wand out of his professional hand and make this baby show me its privates. Thanks buddy, sweet, I know as much as I did before I came to your office and looked at your stupid, professional face.
So here I am with a modest little person all tucked up in my womb. But guess what, it's heart is awesome and it is measuring better than any baby ever has. So no matter the sex, this babe is a super-star and absolutely loved by it's psychotic mother.