The dog went public

Since I felt gross and not so photogenic, we left it to the pug to share our news. He hated the sign and wasn’t the most cooperative but alas we got a picture of his wiggling butt.



Almost 10 weeks!

I had my last appointment with RE which finished with a big tear filled hug. Even HE was teary eyed!! He was so awesome. We will miss him dearly. The ultrasound was amazing! Little babe was raisin’ the roof! Like seriously. Both hands up in the air with the arms pushing up and down haha. Loved it. There was a whole lot of squirming too when the tech was trying to get measurements. We’re over the moon. I guess it’s time to make myself a client at my photography biz and come up with a crafty way to announce the news. Not sure what angle I’m gonna go with. Most likely humor as it best fits the hubby and I. We are a tad on the dork level and spend most of our time acting like fools so…..
Time to say cheese for myself!!! And time to put the timer and tripod to use (which I’ve never used either cuz I hate tripods) can’t wait to post pics!!!
Oh, and a side note…
My biggest baby and first sweet chubby love- Murphy, turned 8 today. We celebrated accordingly and spoiled him rotten with table scraps and a puppy sundae. Our other fur baby was happy to participate.


3 days shy…

Of NINE WEEKS!!! I am so happy yet so convinced that everything could go south in 1 hot second. So frustrating to not allow myself to celebrate! I looked at cribs, car seats, nursery stuff, etc. beyond the sticker shock, I was almost panicked for even allowing myself to look so early. I definitely have no intention to buy stuff anytime soon.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. I wake up with hope and smile at the thought of what this baby will look like. I hope for a healthy child yet secretly wish for a boy since my husband and I do NOT agree on a girls name. I am truly happy just not confident. Then I start thinking, only one made it to freeze. Shit. Please hang in there baby cuz I don’t know if I can go on this emotional roller coaster ride again anytime soon. A little more time maybe. Maybe if I just get through the first trimester I’ll chill out some? Hope so. For now, hope is carrying me since a glass of wine or a tall delicious craft beer can’t.

Here is the latest ultrasound pic. You can actually see it’s big ‘ol head. Still in shock I even have one to show. But for now… I love it!


My guardian angel IS real

Heard that beautiful heartbeat at 120bpm!!! Measures came back right on track as well. So I am 7w2d now and hoping our next ultrasound on September 23rd is the same good news. I have to thank my guardian angel for this one. Meanwhile, no nausea unless I get hungry, still the mild cramping from time to time but nothing painful or horrible. I fall asleep easy but I’m up to the toilet 1-3 times a night an if I wake up around 5 am I’m hungry and can’t fall back asleep. It’s so funny how you hope and pray for this day to come so you can be happy and have a breath of relief. Instead I am just worrying along the way and hoping all goes well and overanalyzing every symptom, pinch, or twang waiting for doom. So hard to snap out of that mindset! The most amazing detail of this pregnancy is the current due date. Yes it can change, yes the baby may come early or late, BUT it was still amazing to hear “April 22nd”. That is my most loved and amazing Grandmother’s birthday. She passed away last year and always said that we will be parents but it will happen on God’s time. Well I think she had a hand in this one. I love her and miss her so much so maybe that is why IVF didn’t work the first time. Maybe it was meant to be that my child would share the birthday of such an amazing human being. Maybe my grandma really is my guardian angel and looking down on me. I’ve always had a hard time grasping that whole concept but maybe this was her way of saying “HEY!! I am here!!!”