Saturday, January 14, 2012

It's a.....!!!

So my master plan ended up not being at all necessary. Our friend who is an ultra-sound tech offered to check and see if he could tell what we were having on December 18th (Cam's B-day). Can you tell what it is??



It's a GIRL!!!

Just kidding, it's a BOY!!! Can you tell I put Cam in charge of snapping pictures of the Ultrasound. He got 1 pictures with the little-man's face in it, and the rest we used to verify that the little man is indeed a male. The poor kid looks to be taking after his parent's in the nose department... At least he'll know he wasn't adopted!

This past week has been awesome. My migraine's and nausea have calmed way down. I almost feel like a human being and I love it!  I am getting more and more excited about this baby, but at the same time I get more and more worried that I am going to do the 'being a mom' thing wrong. Even more than that I am worried about labor. I have day-mares about child birth hourly... but I'm sure it will be fine!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I'm sort of a cheater.

So I was starring and my next OBGYN appointment date. It is scheduled to be at 16 weeks and 4 days... My doctor told me that I'd have a slight chance of finding out the sex of the baby that day but I might have to come in a week or two after. In order not to have to do double duty I called up the next day changed my appointment to the next week: 17 weeks 4 days.

I hope my evil plan works!!

Friday, December 2, 2011

Life on a ballfield...

So, for those of you who don't know where we are currently residing... We live on a ballfield.

We moved in June of 2010 and besides the dog-pee smell and a few break-ins in the beginning we have loved it! Really I shouldn't be complaining at all. We pay 200 dollars a month, Utilities covered, for a two bedroom apartment on something like 3 acres of grass that we occasionally share with the Stakes of Las Vegas:)


Suprise!

So. Me and Cam are having a baby! WOO WOO!

I've made it to 12 weeks and 5 days so we figure it is finally safe to throw this out there!


We've affectionately started calling the little bean: Spiderman Chubby, mainly that's because is the worst possible name we could think of.