They were so excited to see the baby dancing around, frustrating the doctor because s/he wouldn't stop moving around long enough to get a good count of the heartbeat. He did finally get it, and it was beautiful and strong. This little one is doing really well and we couldn't be more grateful. After twelve weeks, where we are now, the danger of miscarriage goes way down, so we are counting our blessings.
Porter has decided it is a girl. As soon as he saw the baby on the screen, he started saying 'she' and 'her'. Funny, since to this point, he has been steadfast about wanting a brother. After seeing the baby yesterday, he keeps saying he is getting a sister. Gabe too. Hmmmmm. Wonder if they have the inside track on something? :)
Quote of the day - On our way to the appt yesterday, we passed the hospital, and I told the boys that was where Gabe was born. Porter's reply, "Did you 'pop me out' there too?" I have no idea where he heard that phrase, but it really cracked me up. If anybody else said that, I would think it a bit crass, but from him, it was just plain funny.
When we got home Porter was asking how the baby would come out. I should have known it was coming. He is at that stage where he has 3000 questions about every subject. I borrowed the answer from my friend Camille and just said Mommy's have a special place for babes to grow and come out. He was very sad that boys can't have babies in their tummies. He kept saying when he is a grown up, his is going to have a baby in his tummy, and he was upset when I said he wife would be the one to have the baby in her tummy. He didn't really understand even when I explained it, that the baby would still be his - just like he is daddy's, even if he didn't have it in his own tummy. Crazy kid. He has got to be one of very few males that would want the experience. :)
Especially this pregnancy. I wasn't throwing up with either of the boys. Nauseous a great deal of the time, but never throwing up. This time around, a day hasn't gone by that I am not sick. All it takes is walking down the stairs to have me heading for porcelain, which is a bit tough in my house since we live in a split level; unavoidable. My gag reflex is on a hair trigger, and oddly enough, dryheaving has become the most common occurrence. Sorry for TMI. I thought it was odd, so I looked it up, and apparently there are a lot of people out there who have that during pregnancy, rather than actual throwing up. Because of it, dryheaving and losing my meals, I have not had my voice for the last week. Crazy. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I have it back by Sunday because I am supposed to sing and I don't want to let people down if I can't hit the higher notes. And then I sing again in a couple weeks. Hopefully by then, I will be starting to feel better.
Really I can't complain too much though, as it has been very reassuring that things are going well. On the rare day that I don't feel sick, there is always this niggling thought in the back of my mind, what if something has gone wrong. It is a new thing. Adam and I talked about it recently - after we had gone through a couple miscarriages, it takes some of the joy out of pregnancy, because even when you have a healthy pregnancy, you can't help but worry that something will happen and you will lose this one too. I never had that worry with either of my boys. Not that there wasn't the same chance for something to go wrong, I just never gave it a thought. Now, I count being so sick as a blessing from God, to let me know that things are going well. I have also been much more sick in the afternoon/evenings than mornings, which has been a blessing, since I work mornings. I can drop the twins off at school and usually get my boys down for their naps before I hit the worst of feeling sick. And the occasional flutter in the last week have been the same for me. I know it is incredibly early to feel movement, but I feel like that has been God letting me know that this little one is happy and healthy. His gift to me to set my mind at ease. I have so much to be grateful for.