11 Weeks 1 Day

Today we met with the specialist, Dr. Miller.  This was a nerve racking appointment because the last time we saw a specialist with one of my past pregnancies after Peyton, we didn't receive good news.  So this appointment was hard for me and I did a lot of praying and asked others to please pray that this little guy gets a good report.  

After the specialist discussed my risks because of my age and our decisions concerning such risks, we started the ultrasound.  My little guy looked perfect.  Everything from my little guy's size, his NT scan, the placenta, etc, looked so good, Dr. Miller said he couldn't ask for any better.   Needless to say, my heart as well as Kevin's was spilling over with joy.  What a change to hear wonderful news instead of bad!   Dr. Miller even let us watch our little guy kick around on the ultrasound machine.  What an amazing sight.

 Dr. Miller wants to see me at 18 weeks.  We continue to pray that this baby continues to grow healthy and strong and they do not see anything concerning at that time.

We are in love already and can't wait to see  this little one in January!  

Swimming at Nanny's

Summer Swimming Lessons

Today was Peyton's last swimming lesson for the summer.  Because I am so sick with my pregnancy, I missed them all, but today I sucked it up (and it was hard especially with the heat) and went out with  Peyton so that I could watch my boy swim.  

Water Play

Even though I felt horrible,  and I mean horrible with morning sickness, I was still determined to make it to Becca's play date.  I packed me a baked potato which is the only thing I have not been sick with.....yet and headed right on over!  The weather wasn't too hot so I was able to sit outside without too much trouble.  I did have an on and off nausea wave, but that happens whether I am inside or out.  We had fun.  I didn't take many pictures (a tell all sign that I am not feeling well), but what I did catch of the kiddos were cute.  

Father's Day Pictures

8 Weeks 1 Day

So nothing physically was wrong, but I just couldn't wait a whole MONTH to check on this little guy.  I called my doctor and express my nervousness and wanted another peak just to make sure everything was okay.  Kevin and Peyton came with me because they have been my good luck charms and plus, it made me feel so much better that they were with me holding my hand.  Waiting in the waiting room is pure torture.  My heart kept skipping beats and I just wanted them to call my name already.  And finally, after maybe a 20 minute long, painful wait, they called me to the back. As soon as they started the ultrasound, this little guy popped up.  I couldn't hold back my tears.  What a beautiful sight!  He was exactly 8 weeks with a heart rate of 152 beats per minute.  After dealing with a molar pregnancy last year, and dealing with the fear this time that this could also be a molar pregnancy, it was a beautiful moment seeing this little person's heart beating and see that he is growing beautifully.  

Finally, God is answering my prayers.