First Layettes!

We got a package from Ryan's grandma in the mail today. She got us our first sets of baby clothing! I had to laugh, they were so cute. A couple 3 months, some 6 months, baby blanket, even a cute knit snow outfit... all ducky themed. They are too adorable... I love the ducky theme.

Another Home Day

Today I'm doggy sitting Toto. Good thing (I think) I wasn't feeling good to start off with. Toto's precious, such a cutie. If I wasn't having a baby, I'd seriously consider getting a small doggy. Well... maybe not too seriously, we already have 3 cats and a big needy dog. Toto loves Daisy. Daisy plays pretty well with him too. She lets him have her toys... not that Toto isn't a complete toy hog to start off with. They even play tug... more like Daisy just holds on to the toy and Toto does the tugging. It's cute. On another note, the puppy has already pooped once on his pad, and twice outside, peed 3 times on my kitchen floor and once on the carpet. ... and 6 times outside... and he's barely been here 8 hours! This guy is a machine.

Random question... why is the ice cream man out on a 40 degree day?

It's Real!

Ryan and I went for our first ultrasound this morning. We were in and out in 15 minutes. Seeing the tiny black and white blob-ish thing on the screen certainly made it all the more real. Before it was this abstract thing that just made me sick and uncomfortable. Now, it's more real. There's actually this tiny humanish alien looking thing inside me with a heartbeat and tiny little buds for arms and legs! The nurse called it a gummy bear. I'm still convinced that it's a parasite.

The picture says that I'm 9wks and 3 days, but it's actually 8wks and 6 days. I suppose it'll be 9 wks tomorrow.

Trying

I've tried to write this post 3 times already, each time I lose interest after about a line. I will finish this one post.

Baby B is on his/her way. Naturally we're excited, though probably not as excited as we should be. That has a lot to do with the fact that 1. I feel crappy all the time, 2. Ryan feels like he has to do everything. But don't worry, we're getting there.

These posts will probably be filled with TMI, mostly about my symptoms and my vents and gripes in general. Ryan thinks I'm complaining too much, but the way I feel is... if I have to suffer, he has to listen(suffer). Afterall, it's not like I got into this situation by myself.