I am having a baby girl! I am so excited to meet her, I can't wait. So, her dad and I are going to get 3D/4D Ultrasounds so we can get a peek of her before she is born. I feel her moving around alot. Today, she hiccupped. It felt like I was being tickled from the inside. A week ago, her dad felt her kick while I was asleep and he woke me up at 7am (on a Saturday mind you) just to let me know. He is excited about his baby girl.
So far, the only discomfort I have is swollen ankles. But I have had no other side effects thank God! I took my glucose test last week and I am waiting for my results. Hopefully, I am diabetes-free.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
5 months in
Tomorrow I find out the gender of my baby. I am pretty certain it is a boy. I hope it is a boy. But if is not, I will have a couple of months to adjust to the idea of having a little princess. :)
My family is full of girls. My mom has no male grandchildren and I know she really wants a boy too. Dean wants a healthy baby. But I know he secretly wants a boy too. *smiles*
My family is full of girls. My mom has no male grandchildren and I know she really wants a boy too. Dean wants a healthy baby. But I know he secretly wants a boy too. *smiles*
Friday, December 19, 2008
Expectations
I am nine weeks pregnant. So far, I count myself among the lucky women who do not experience morning sickness. :) While this was not a planned pregnancy, my husband and I wanted a child. We had just expected to have in about 3 years or so. But now that we know the baby is on the way we are very excited about it. We've shared many experiences during our seven year marriage but one of the most intimate moments we've shared was when he touched my belly and spoke to my baby. When I think about that, I feel warm and fuzzy all over. I have a good man and I have always known that he would be a terrific father.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
In Anticipation of Thanksgiving
In less than nine days from today, the majority of my family will squeeze into our modest home for our traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I'm excited about this year because I will finally meet one of my husband's brothers and his family. Ironically, this brother lives nearby in Pennsylvania and we've never met. However, I have met my husband's other brother who lives in England. Go figure. Sometimes the relatives that live closest are the hardest to see.
Anyway, the idea that we have new members of the family coming makes me a bit nervous. I am in the process of getting organized for Thanksgiving. So far, I have decided that we absolutely need a new couch because the one we currently have is not upto par. This is of course thanks to our son, the greatest pug alive, Cato, decided our couch was his couch. When I mentioned it to my husband, I swear he tuned me out because Football was on! Imagine that... being ignored for football... *Note to self, when I have a daughter I should warn her of this pitfall, shrugging my shoulders.*
In my family, Thanksgiving dinner is more like a large potluck. We have dishes everyone is responsible for. For instance, my sister, Maribel she is charged with the untiring obligation of preparing the potatoe salad. She makes THE BEST potatoe salad. My Dad, yes my dad, makes the turkey. My husband, the second chef of my family (Dad's the first, no doubt) always makes seafood. He is easily bored so he varies the dishes yearly. This year we have imported lobsters from Jamaica (sweetest in the world). Dean (my husband) plans to unveil a new creation of his - all I know is that it involves a grill, sugar cane juice, scotch bonnet peppers, lemon and garlic! My brother, Nelson will make a ceviche (a traditional dish) with his own twist. My Aunt Joyce will make a pineappled ham which is to die for! I, well I am not allowed to cook... ever since the Strawberry Cake I attempted to make for my brother's birthday. The middle of the cake looked gelatinous. Oh dear... there was also that ill-fated attempt to broil bacon! Let's just say the fire department will be glad that I will not be near a stove. So instead, my husband let's me take care of the easy things like the salad. He says my salads are always pretty. That's good enough for me. This year I plan to divide the house into rooms and organize and clean one room at a time, starting the livingroom and work my way through the rest of the home.
Anyway, the idea that we have new members of the family coming makes me a bit nervous. I am in the process of getting organized for Thanksgiving. So far, I have decided that we absolutely need a new couch because the one we currently have is not upto par. This is of course thanks to our son, the greatest pug alive, Cato, decided our couch was his couch. When I mentioned it to my husband, I swear he tuned me out because Football was on! Imagine that... being ignored for football... *Note to self, when I have a daughter I should warn her of this pitfall, shrugging my shoulders.*
In my family, Thanksgiving dinner is more like a large potluck. We have dishes everyone is responsible for. For instance, my sister, Maribel she is charged with the untiring obligation of preparing the potatoe salad. She makes THE BEST potatoe salad. My Dad, yes my dad, makes the turkey. My husband, the second chef of my family (Dad's the first, no doubt) always makes seafood. He is easily bored so he varies the dishes yearly. This year we have imported lobsters from Jamaica (sweetest in the world). Dean (my husband) plans to unveil a new creation of his - all I know is that it involves a grill, sugar cane juice, scotch bonnet peppers, lemon and garlic! My brother, Nelson will make a ceviche (a traditional dish) with his own twist. My Aunt Joyce will make a pineappled ham which is to die for! I, well I am not allowed to cook... ever since the Strawberry Cake I attempted to make for my brother's birthday. The middle of the cake looked gelatinous. Oh dear... there was also that ill-fated attempt to broil bacon! Let's just say the fire department will be glad that I will not be near a stove. So instead, my husband let's me take care of the easy things like the salad. He says my salads are always pretty. That's good enough for me. This year I plan to divide the house into rooms and organize and clean one room at a time, starting the livingroom and work my way through the rest of the home.
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