Our news

Well, there is our news.  There is probably more of you out there that know about it than don’t know.  If you are one of the people that didn’t know, fear not, I have been trying to keep it a secret until I was 12 weeks.  And today I am 12 weeks and 3 days by some calculations.  By others I’m 13 weeks 1 day.  Whichever date makes you feel better we will go with.

We are, ecstatic.  To say the least.  We are also scared, nervous, and so full of plans we don’t know what to do with ourselves.  We always said we were done at 1, but now that number 2 is on the way, we couldn’t be happier.

These first three are from when I went to the Dr. for the first time.  I have what is called a subchorionic hemorrhage.  We were pretty sure that the baby would be lost at first, but the little bugger has stuck by and is doing great.  At this first ultrasound the heartbeat was only 98 as well.  There is nothing quite like the emotional ups of finding out that you’re pregnant after trying for years, and then thinking you’re going to lose your last hope of having another little one.  This baby is obviously a blessing though, and by the next week, things were looking much better.

After 1 week and 1 day, the little one grew exactly at the rate right, the hemorrhage had gotten smaller, and the heart beat was up to 144.  I cried, I admit it.  My Aunt Janet was with me, and she got teary too.  I thought I could faint with the relief of knowing that the baby wanted to be there as much as we wanted it.

And, I apparently am one of those really lucky women that start to show early, because my goodness, a belly do I have.

8 Weeks

9 Weeks 6 Days

And this was last night.  So 12 weeks 2 days.  I didn’t even start showing, anything at all, until 12 weeks with Erik.  I’m not sure what’s going on in this situation, but some people have claimed that they know that it’s a girl and that’s why I’m having such a different pregnancy.  Well to all you who know for sure what I’m having, good for you, because I’m freaking lost on this one.

And I went to the Dr. today, and the heartbeat is 163.  So the baby is doing great.  I won’t be having another ultrasound until when I’m supposed to be actually having a normal ultrasound.  Poor Aunt Ashley may die with having to wait another 2 months to find out what we are having.  Sorry, Ash!

I’m so happy that we finally get to share this news with everyone.  To the newest little Finton, you are already loved so much, and we can’t wait to meet you.  To the little Finton that already exists, you are going to be the best big brother ever, and are already the best son ever since you are so worried about Mommy having to have surgery when she has the baby.  Everything will be OK, I promise.

And that was to everyone.  Including myself.

P.S.  Thank you Suzanne, so much, for everything, and being there with me every step of the way.  I love you and I would have gone crazy without you years ago.

P.P.S. This is why I have to change my 30 before 30 list.  I can’t travel after 28 weeks, so no going to Simone’s graduation, which is completely heartbreaking.  And no coloring of the hair I don’t think…  I’m going to be updating it within the next week.