Today I had my highly anticipated ultrasound and consultation with my high risk doctor. Right away we did find out that this baby is certainly a boy! This was an extremely detailed ultrasound, lasting about an hour...my neck was very sore when it was over from turning my head to watch- but it was so worth it! My mom and I did eat before to get the little guy moving around, and I even walked on the wild side and had an ice tea with my meal! He was very wiggly, it was so cute. He measured 23weeks 0 days...which is exactly where he should be. Heartbeat was 146 bpm, lots of amniotic fluid, he has both kidneys, a bladder, and an amazingly adorable profile :). Everything on him is perfect!
So here is the down side: This hopefully will be no big deal, but there seems to be a decrease of blood flow from the placenta to the baby (im pretty sure thats what it is...i know it has to do with decreased blood flow) This puts me at MODERATE risk for pre-eclampsia or for the baby to slow down growth. So I am getting ultrasounds every 4 weeks from here on out to make sure hes measuring up to size (which he is now, woot woot), and then I am having some sort of stress test later on. So here are the negatives- IF I develop pre-eclampsia the ONLY solution is delivering the placenta, which means the baby will need to be delivered too. If you watch 19 kids and counting- this is why the mom had to deliver early. The good news is that baby asprin helps reduce my risk for this, and I have been on that since 9 weeks. Also, I am just at moderate risk, which means I might have problems but its not for certain...the high risk doctor isn't concerned enough to see me again, so I'll take it!!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
20 Weeks!
Since I haven't updated in a while, I will try to catch you up on the past seven weeks. I thought I would also fill you in on why I am not getting an ultrasound this week- when almost everyone does when they are 20 weeks pregnant.
At my 16 week appointment, I had an ultrasound. The main reason my doctor ordered it was to check my cervical length. Some times when women pprom, it is due to an incompetent cervix (where you start dilating before you are supposed to). If I was dilating or funneling, my doctor would have to put in a temporary stitch (cerclage) to make sure everything stayed closed for as long as possible. Fortunately, my cervix was long and closed- exactly what I was hoping for.
It was also during this ultrasound that I informed the nurse that I already know we are having a boy- that I found out at 13 weeks. To which she replied that it is very difficult to determine the sex that early because everything is so swollen down there for either sex. She did say, "I can see where she got that from, though- but I wouldn't paint the room over it." So I guess we aren't positive the sex yet, but I would be REALLY shocked if I was told I am having a girl at the next ultrasound. My mom and I also found a striking resemblance between this baby's ultrasound pictures and Brody's ultrasound pictures (not counting fluid). I know it is just an ultrasound and those things are hard to see anyways, but wow they are extremely similar looking.
From 16 weeks to today I have been far more positive about this pregnancy. I was just so terrified that something would go wrong. I absolutely hated being pregnant because I was preparing for the worst news every day. Jeremy and I talked many times about how it was hard to even get attached in the beginning, because if something did go wrong- I had to be able to keep my distance for my own sanity. I didn't know if I would have to go through multiple miscarriages before bringing a baby to term- I didn't know if there was something wrong with me to prevent me from being able to carry a baby. Please don't get me wrong though- I have never for one second wished I wasn't pregnant or have taken it for granted. I have cherished each day like you couldn't believe. It was about two weeks ago when the weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt the baby kick! He is so alive and real to me, and I am so relieved that I know he is ok on a daily basis. I don't have to wait until I get the doctor's to hear or see a heartbeat. I was also thrilled to have made it past 19 weeks without rupturing this time, and I will be ecstatic to make it to 24 weeks when the baby is viable and the chances of survival outside of the womb (considering there has been fluid the entire time) is so much higher. I don't think like your typical pregnant woman!
As far as my next ultrasound goes: My OB wanted an ultrasound and cervical check next week (21 weeks gestation), and my high risk doctor wanted an ultrasound in three weeks (23 weeks gestation). Two ultrasounds two weeks apart, costing me $160 each time seemed a little expensive considering not much changes during this time. My doctors agreed and typically made me stick with the latest one. So April 19th (I think) should be my next ultrasound and when we officially find out the sex.
It definitely wasn't an easy decision to make, though. A few nights ago I laid in bed wondering if I should be waiting that long before my next ultrasound. I kept thinking that what if something was wrong, I would want to know sooner rather than later (again- I don't think like a normal pregnant woman). Then all the sudden my tummy started thumping, it was so weird. I put my hand on my stomach and I could feel the baby moving and he had hiccups! (Many of you will think this is a neat story, and others will know what it REALLY means to me). I definitely started crying because he might not be able to reassure me and tell me hes ok- but his big brother can :)
At my 16 week appointment, I had an ultrasound. The main reason my doctor ordered it was to check my cervical length. Some times when women pprom, it is due to an incompetent cervix (where you start dilating before you are supposed to). If I was dilating or funneling, my doctor would have to put in a temporary stitch (cerclage) to make sure everything stayed closed for as long as possible. Fortunately, my cervix was long and closed- exactly what I was hoping for.
It was also during this ultrasound that I informed the nurse that I already know we are having a boy- that I found out at 13 weeks. To which she replied that it is very difficult to determine the sex that early because everything is so swollen down there for either sex. She did say, "I can see where she got that from, though- but I wouldn't paint the room over it." So I guess we aren't positive the sex yet, but I would be REALLY shocked if I was told I am having a girl at the next ultrasound. My mom and I also found a striking resemblance between this baby's ultrasound pictures and Brody's ultrasound pictures (not counting fluid). I know it is just an ultrasound and those things are hard to see anyways, but wow they are extremely similar looking.
From 16 weeks to today I have been far more positive about this pregnancy. I was just so terrified that something would go wrong. I absolutely hated being pregnant because I was preparing for the worst news every day. Jeremy and I talked many times about how it was hard to even get attached in the beginning, because if something did go wrong- I had to be able to keep my distance for my own sanity. I didn't know if I would have to go through multiple miscarriages before bringing a baby to term- I didn't know if there was something wrong with me to prevent me from being able to carry a baby. Please don't get me wrong though- I have never for one second wished I wasn't pregnant or have taken it for granted. I have cherished each day like you couldn't believe. It was about two weeks ago when the weight was lifted off my shoulders. I felt the baby kick! He is so alive and real to me, and I am so relieved that I know he is ok on a daily basis. I don't have to wait until I get the doctor's to hear or see a heartbeat. I was also thrilled to have made it past 19 weeks without rupturing this time, and I will be ecstatic to make it to 24 weeks when the baby is viable and the chances of survival outside of the womb (considering there has been fluid the entire time) is so much higher. I don't think like your typical pregnant woman!
As far as my next ultrasound goes: My OB wanted an ultrasound and cervical check next week (21 weeks gestation), and my high risk doctor wanted an ultrasound in three weeks (23 weeks gestation). Two ultrasounds two weeks apart, costing me $160 each time seemed a little expensive considering not much changes during this time. My doctors agreed and typically made me stick with the latest one. So April 19th (I think) should be my next ultrasound and when we officially find out the sex.
It definitely wasn't an easy decision to make, though. A few nights ago I laid in bed wondering if I should be waiting that long before my next ultrasound. I kept thinking that what if something was wrong, I would want to know sooner rather than later (again- I don't think like a normal pregnant woman). Then all the sudden my tummy started thumping, it was so weird. I put my hand on my stomach and I could feel the baby moving and he had hiccups! (Many of you will think this is a neat story, and others will know what it REALLY means to me). I definitely started crying because he might not be able to reassure me and tell me hes ok- but his big brother can :)
Thursday, February 11, 2010
13 week genetics screening
Yesterday I had my 13 week appointment at Toledo Hospital to get my first trimester screen done. During this appointment they checked for three things: 1. Make sure there is a bone in the baby's nose (via ultrasound) 2. Check the skin on the back of it's neck (via ultrasound) 3. Prick my finger and drop 5 drops of blood on a piece of paper (it's a little bit more technical than this, but you get it). Oh the amazing things they can do nowadays!
Due to the weather, Jeremy was off work and was able to make my appointment with me. So first we went back to get an ultrasound. The tech immediately commented on my long uterus "that you skinny girls have" (that was nice to hear) making her job more difficult. She was only joking, know that we loved this woman! It doesn't mean anything to me or the baby, just that I might not get as huge as other pregnant women. I also found out that I am "VERY fertile" from the looks of my ovaries (very good to know for future birth control methods). The baby must have been sleeping at first so the tech pushed on my belly a little bit with the wand, and wow that woke it up!! From there we saw the bone in it's nose, and skin on it's neck, all great signs. As the tech checked out more we saw the baby flip from back to tummy, lift its hands all around, and suck it's thumb. It was amazing to see how much bigger it got since I had seen it last. While we were watching I asked if she thought I would be able to find out the sex at my 16 week appointment. She said "probably depending on the type of ultrasound you have. Why, do you guys want to find out?" To which I replied "oh yes, I think it is going to be a boy, he thinks it will be a girl." And then, surprisingly she told us,"well I have to say I think it is going to be a boy because look here." and there she showed us the beginning of a little pickle :) We are having a boy again!! It is still very early to tell, but most likely that is what we will be having! A mother is always right ;). After the ultrasound I met with the MFM (high risk) doc and he said all looks good, and gave me some further restrictions in the pregnancy just to be safe. We then went on to meet with the genetics specialist to get my finger pricked and squeezed. So so far everything looks good for our baby boy :)
Due to the weather, Jeremy was off work and was able to make my appointment with me. So first we went back to get an ultrasound. The tech immediately commented on my long uterus "that you skinny girls have" (that was nice to hear) making her job more difficult. She was only joking, know that we loved this woman! It doesn't mean anything to me or the baby, just that I might not get as huge as other pregnant women. I also found out that I am "VERY fertile" from the looks of my ovaries (very good to know for future birth control methods). The baby must have been sleeping at first so the tech pushed on my belly a little bit with the wand, and wow that woke it up!! From there we saw the bone in it's nose, and skin on it's neck, all great signs. As the tech checked out more we saw the baby flip from back to tummy, lift its hands all around, and suck it's thumb. It was amazing to see how much bigger it got since I had seen it last. While we were watching I asked if she thought I would be able to find out the sex at my 16 week appointment. She said "probably depending on the type of ultrasound you have. Why, do you guys want to find out?" To which I replied "oh yes, I think it is going to be a boy, he thinks it will be a girl." And then, surprisingly she told us,"well I have to say I think it is going to be a boy because look here." and there she showed us the beginning of a little pickle :) We are having a boy again!! It is still very early to tell, but most likely that is what we will be having! A mother is always right ;). After the ultrasound I met with the MFM (high risk) doc and he said all looks good, and gave me some further restrictions in the pregnancy just to be safe. We then went on to meet with the genetics specialist to get my finger pricked and squeezed. So so far everything looks good for our baby boy :)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Feeling Better, Finally!
12 weeks in and I am doing great! I am getting my energy back and the nausea is subsiding, which is an amazing feeling. I had another doctor's appointment today with my ob, and my mom and I were able to hear the baby's heartbeat. It seemed like it took forever to find, but thankfully we heard the pitter-patter of a wonderful baby.
The doctor discussed with me that the high risk doctor believes that I will need to have a c-section for this pregnancy and all subsequent pregnancies due to the prematurity of my uterus and the location of my incision when I had Brody. This wasn't a huge upset to me, a part of me is disappointed that I will never get to deliver a baby the good old fashion way, but another part of me is relieved that I won't run the risk of another abruption. It seems like we are shooting for the first week in August for delivery. Once it gets closer to picking out an actual date, I will hopefully be persuading my doctor to deliver on the 9th (8-9-10...sweet huh?). Ultimately my doctor hopes that I make it that long. He says he will be relieved when I make it to 8 months. We will likely be bringing home a preemie, but not a baby that needs to be in the NICU. Not a big surprise.
So here is what to come: next week I meet back with the high risk doctor for an ultrasound and a first trimester screening (more blood tests!). In a month I meet back with my ob for another ultrasound and to check my cervix. Many women that pprom have an incompetent cervix, so they will check mine regularly to make sure it is good and closed! I will be 16 weeks at this point so there is the possibility that we will be able to find out the sex, yaaay! The nurse told me that it is very hard to tell at this point, but "sometimes you can see a little pickle." I will also be getting the quad screen blood test at this appointment. From there I will have another 20 week ultrasound (hopefully with plenty of fluid) at my ob's office and a 22 week ultrasound with the high risk doctor- and hopefully, if all goes smoothly, that is the last I will meet with him.
I am 12 weeks now, which is greatly reassuring, but somewhat terrifying. It was this week in my last pregnancy that I ended up in the ER due to massive bleeding. I will be very happy when this week is over :)
The doctor discussed with me that the high risk doctor believes that I will need to have a c-section for this pregnancy and all subsequent pregnancies due to the prematurity of my uterus and the location of my incision when I had Brody. This wasn't a huge upset to me, a part of me is disappointed that I will never get to deliver a baby the good old fashion way, but another part of me is relieved that I won't run the risk of another abruption. It seems like we are shooting for the first week in August for delivery. Once it gets closer to picking out an actual date, I will hopefully be persuading my doctor to deliver on the 9th (8-9-10...sweet huh?). Ultimately my doctor hopes that I make it that long. He says he will be relieved when I make it to 8 months. We will likely be bringing home a preemie, but not a baby that needs to be in the NICU. Not a big surprise.
So here is what to come: next week I meet back with the high risk doctor for an ultrasound and a first trimester screening (more blood tests!). In a month I meet back with my ob for another ultrasound and to check my cervix. Many women that pprom have an incompetent cervix, so they will check mine regularly to make sure it is good and closed! I will be 16 weeks at this point so there is the possibility that we will be able to find out the sex, yaaay! The nurse told me that it is very hard to tell at this point, but "sometimes you can see a little pickle." I will also be getting the quad screen blood test at this appointment. From there I will have another 20 week ultrasound (hopefully with plenty of fluid) at my ob's office and a 22 week ultrasound with the high risk doctor- and hopefully, if all goes smoothly, that is the last I will meet with him.
I am 12 weeks now, which is greatly reassuring, but somewhat terrifying. It was this week in my last pregnancy that I ended up in the ER due to massive bleeding. I will be very happy when this week is over :)
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Adding On
One year after losing our precious son, we decided to try again. I remember my sitting down with my doctor for my post-partum check up, asking her when we could try again. Her response was "after three regular periods, you are free to start trying again." I remember sitting in the room thinking "three months, I have to wait three months?! 3 months, plus 9 months is one year (yeah I went to school for that) and I cannot wait a year until I have a child in my arms." And then later on my mom and I spoke and she told me to wait a year. HA! I couldn't imagine waiting three months, how could I wait a year?! Somehow we did, and in November we decided to start trying for our second child together.
Due to my mad math skills I knew we would probably find out if I was pregnant when we were on our honeymoon in Cancun the first week of December. I packed 5 pregnancy tests with me, because I knew I would not want to wait, and would probably start peeing on sticks before I could get an accurate result. As many of you know, my luggage arrived a few days late to Cancun. Ughhhh! I wanted to take a test so bad and couldn't, so Jeremy and I went to a drugstore where we tried to ask for a pregnancy test. It was very amusing watching Jeremy simulate having a baby bump and peeing on a stick! After she the lady tried to give us a pill that she described as "this make no baby" we eventually got a test. It was false :(. Eventually my luggage came, and every test I took was negative. What a bummer!! I guess getting pregnant would be harder than I thought. We got home, and my mom asks "so, are you pregnant?" Through the wonderful world of facebook she picked up on the subtle hints from my pprom sisters (who knew we were trying) and had to ask. It wasn't fun telling her no, but she had hope because she knew we were tyring. That night Jeremy and I went to get some groceries, and I picked up one last test "just in case." It was positive! After so many negatives this was such a surprise. It was such a surprise that Jeremy made me go out and get another test before telling anyone.
So my first task was to get a doctor. Someone who took my pregnancy very seriously, considered me high risk, and knew all about pprom. After a frustrating exploration and getting paired with a midwife, I switched practices. I am now going to an amazing doctor, the man that actually delivered me! My first appointment went great, my doctor ordered several extra tests for me and was very thorough. My mom and I got to see the baby via ultrasound and got a due date of August 18th.
About a week after my appointment I got a call from my doctor about my labs. He explained to me that I have a genetic defect called Methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase aka MTHFR. I am also homozygous which means that I inherited a gene from both of my parents. This basically means that my blood clots more easily and I do not process folic acid normally. If untreated, I have a high risk of miscarriage. I am now on baby aspirin to thin my blood and Folgard to get this baby the proper amount of folic acid. I also asked the doctor if this is why I pprom'd to which he replied "it could definitely be a reason why you had the abruption." Immediately after receiving this news I googled MTHFR. The first site I got to put me into a panic (pregnancy-info.net/mthfr). I wrote my pprom group and thankfully Dana put me at ease informing me that its no big deal when treated. phew!
A few weeks later I (along with my mom)met with one of the high risk doctors at Toledo. I got another ultrasound and was able to see the little one wiggling around, it was wonderful to see! It was amazing to see the difference in a matter of weeks. Then it was on to meet with the doctor. I was terrified. I was about to meet with the same doctor that told me the horrible news about Brody, and advised me to terminate. He was the bearer of my bad news and I had so much resentment built up against him. My appointment with him went well. He told me the chances of this being a successful pregnancy are "excellent." What a relief! He also believes that MTHFR is nothing to worry about, it didn't even seem to phase him. He also explained his rationale with advising termination. He knew Brody wasn't going to make it, and now I have a scar across my stomach when there never had to be one there. But then I look at Suki, a pprom sister's miracle: she pprom'd at 14 weeks and delivered at 27 (shortly after I had Brody).. I absolutely love looking at the pictures of this little girl. I would have always wondered "what if...." but now I don"t have to.
So far I am 11 weeks, and everything is looking great! I have had three calls from the doctors so far that go "We got your results back and everything looks great except..." but everything is always fixable! I am getting amazing care, and am so elated about this little one!!
Also, to all those that are asking me the sex of the baby: The sex of a baby is not determined until 16 weeks. Rarely will a doctor schedule and ultrasound to determine the sex, since it is not crucial to the baby's health. The high risk doc wants to do ultrasounds at 13 weeks and 22 weeks, so that means I probably wont find out until April, sorry! Believe me, we are very curious...I think it will be a boy, Jeremy thinks girl, and the high risk doc thinks girl because I am "beautiful." I really don't care though, as long as my baby gets here healthy :)
Due to my mad math skills I knew we would probably find out if I was pregnant when we were on our honeymoon in Cancun the first week of December. I packed 5 pregnancy tests with me, because I knew I would not want to wait, and would probably start peeing on sticks before I could get an accurate result. As many of you know, my luggage arrived a few days late to Cancun. Ughhhh! I wanted to take a test so bad and couldn't, so Jeremy and I went to a drugstore where we tried to ask for a pregnancy test. It was very amusing watching Jeremy simulate having a baby bump and peeing on a stick! After she the lady tried to give us a pill that she described as "this make no baby" we eventually got a test. It was false :(. Eventually my luggage came, and every test I took was negative. What a bummer!! I guess getting pregnant would be harder than I thought. We got home, and my mom asks "so, are you pregnant?" Through the wonderful world of facebook she picked up on the subtle hints from my pprom sisters (who knew we were trying) and had to ask. It wasn't fun telling her no, but she had hope because she knew we were tyring. That night Jeremy and I went to get some groceries, and I picked up one last test "just in case." It was positive! After so many negatives this was such a surprise. It was such a surprise that Jeremy made me go out and get another test before telling anyone.
So my first task was to get a doctor. Someone who took my pregnancy very seriously, considered me high risk, and knew all about pprom. After a frustrating exploration and getting paired with a midwife, I switched practices. I am now going to an amazing doctor, the man that actually delivered me! My first appointment went great, my doctor ordered several extra tests for me and was very thorough. My mom and I got to see the baby via ultrasound and got a due date of August 18th.
About a week after my appointment I got a call from my doctor about my labs. He explained to me that I have a genetic defect called Methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase aka MTHFR. I am also homozygous which means that I inherited a gene from both of my parents. This basically means that my blood clots more easily and I do not process folic acid normally. If untreated, I have a high risk of miscarriage. I am now on baby aspirin to thin my blood and Folgard to get this baby the proper amount of folic acid. I also asked the doctor if this is why I pprom'd to which he replied "it could definitely be a reason why you had the abruption." Immediately after receiving this news I googled MTHFR. The first site I got to put me into a panic (pregnancy-info.net/mthfr). I wrote my pprom group and thankfully Dana put me at ease informing me that its no big deal when treated. phew!
A few weeks later I (along with my mom)met with one of the high risk doctors at Toledo. I got another ultrasound and was able to see the little one wiggling around, it was wonderful to see! It was amazing to see the difference in a matter of weeks. Then it was on to meet with the doctor. I was terrified. I was about to meet with the same doctor that told me the horrible news about Brody, and advised me to terminate. He was the bearer of my bad news and I had so much resentment built up against him. My appointment with him went well. He told me the chances of this being a successful pregnancy are "excellent." What a relief! He also believes that MTHFR is nothing to worry about, it didn't even seem to phase him. He also explained his rationale with advising termination. He knew Brody wasn't going to make it, and now I have a scar across my stomach when there never had to be one there. But then I look at Suki, a pprom sister's miracle: she pprom'd at 14 weeks and delivered at 27 (shortly after I had Brody).. I absolutely love looking at the pictures of this little girl. I would have always wondered "what if...." but now I don"t have to.
So far I am 11 weeks, and everything is looking great! I have had three calls from the doctors so far that go "We got your results back and everything looks great except..." but everything is always fixable! I am getting amazing care, and am so elated about this little one!!
Also, to all those that are asking me the sex of the baby: The sex of a baby is not determined until 16 weeks. Rarely will a doctor schedule and ultrasound to determine the sex, since it is not crucial to the baby's health. The high risk doc wants to do ultrasounds at 13 weeks and 22 weeks, so that means I probably wont find out until April, sorry! Believe me, we are very curious...I think it will be a boy, Jeremy thinks girl, and the high risk doc thinks girl because I am "beautiful." I really don't care though, as long as my baby gets here healthy :)
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Doubly Blessed
Blissfully ignorant. It is a phrase that I have used before to describe how the majority of women go through pregnancies. That is how I was until 21 weeks pregnant. I still stuggle when I see pregnant women, or women with infants. To me, they don't even realize what a precious gift they have. BUT today I found out of an amazing couple that finally got their precious gift, twice.
As rare as pProm is, my cousin Marc's wife Wynn also suffered from this condition while pregnant with their son Owen. Unfortunately he only lived for five hours, but this broadened my mother's knowledge of the condition, which in the end, helped me realize that I did NOT have to terminate Brody.
After losing Owen, Marc and Wynn decided to adopt. Along the road they suffered many different dissapointments. Times when they thought they would bring a baby home, circumstances prohibited this. FINALLY they were just blessed to adopt twins :) They now have a boy and a girl at home, which I know they will cherish more than anything. I cant imagine what that feels like to finally have a breathing, crying, hungry child of my own to hold in my arms- they must be ecstatic!
Anyways, I felt I should share this. I couldn't be happier for Marc and Wynn and their two new blessings they finally got to bring home.
As rare as pProm is, my cousin Marc's wife Wynn also suffered from this condition while pregnant with their son Owen. Unfortunately he only lived for five hours, but this broadened my mother's knowledge of the condition, which in the end, helped me realize that I did NOT have to terminate Brody.
After losing Owen, Marc and Wynn decided to adopt. Along the road they suffered many different dissapointments. Times when they thought they would bring a baby home, circumstances prohibited this. FINALLY they were just blessed to adopt twins :) They now have a boy and a girl at home, which I know they will cherish more than anything. I cant imagine what that feels like to finally have a breathing, crying, hungry child of my own to hold in my arms- they must be ecstatic!
Anyways, I felt I should share this. I couldn't be happier for Marc and Wynn and their two new blessings they finally got to bring home.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A Rainy Trip to Florida
Riley holding on to his cousin Brody's bear.After completing a highly anticipated trip to Florida, I am currently on my flight home with my mom. Now don’t get too worried- I’m typing in word, then will copy and paste later on. Our time there was wonderful, but rainy. We had one sunny day the entire time there, but it was never actually warm enough to put a bathing suit on and get a tan. Other than that I had a blast! I was very nervous and apprehensive about going at first. Since Brody’s passing I have relied so heavily on Jeremy for emotional support, so I was very worried that I would not be able to make it a week without him. He has learned how to comfort me and handle my breakdowns, and I didn’t know how I would be able to handle it if he wasn’t there to comfort me. I was also very anxious about seeing my nephew, Riley, for the first time. Brody was born just a mere two days after Riley was, so it was very bittersweet to see him. When I found out that I was pregnant the same time as my sister, I couldn’t help but imagine our children growing up together, being the same age. So the fact that Riley was there and Brody wasn’t was very heartbreaking to me. I know though that these two had been conspiring together before they were even born, so I know that Riley has a wonderful angel that will always be watching over him. Like most “firsts” I have experienced so far, the anticipation is far worse than the actual event itself. I loved seeing Riley, holding him, making him laugh, and seeing his smile. He is adorable, and has a wonderful mother taking care of him. It is just unfortunate that they don’t live closer! L Aside from the rain, we made the most of our trip. If life gives you lemons, make lemonade- right? It was so great to spend some time with my sister and my mom- and to take my mind of the everyday stressors. What is better than shopping, nice dinners, facials, and boat trips with your mom and sister? Not much. We laughed, we cried, we gossiped- things only girls can do together. We used to be the majority in our house, and now that we are separated, we live with all men…so it’s nice to get out and do girl things every now and then. I am ready to be home now, though. I miss my family. I miss my Peanut, Kiwi, and Snickers greeting me at the door. I miss Jeremy’s hugs and comfort. I miss Layne and Chase’s unending energy and joy for life. So although I had an amazing time with my beautiful mom and sister- I’m ready to come home!
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