Friday, April 25, 2014

Weekly Update: 9 Weeks

I had my first ultrasound yesterday and Christopher and I got to see our little bean! My two concerns going in for the first ultrasound are always if there's only one and if there's a heartbeat. There was only one and little bean was moving all around in there. (S)he had a strong heartbeat at 189 bpm. I don't believe in the heartbeat rate = gender myth but I've already got a few folks happy to hear that it was a higher heart rate (which they say equals a girl). LOL

Everything looked good. Little bean measured right at an inch (the size of a grape)! My due date was pushed back a day according to the measurements, so now we're looking at Thanksgiving day (November 27). We all know that's a guesstimate since baby comes when baby wants to come. I learned that with stubborn Carter Bear.

I'm being scheduled with the geneticist for bloodwork and another ultrasound in about 3 weeks (this visit and testing is necessary since I am "old"). We'll be able to find out the sex of the baby at this appointment!

I lost 2 pounds since my last visit a few weeks ago but I've been feeling much better and am able to eat now! I'm still on a medicine to help with nausea but getting off of that Rx pre-natal helped significantly. I am starting to be able to stay up a little later at night now too.

I feel so blessed to be able to see a healthy little bean with a strong heartbeat. God is good!


Thursday, April 24, 2014


Last night, I was reading the boys a book at bedtime about the milk group in the old food pyramid (Landon brought it home from the school library - LOL). A few pages in, I asked them what types of foods did they think were in the milk group. Landon, of course, was telling me things like milk, yogurt, cheese, etc. Carter perked up and said, "Oh! I know! QUESO!" Yes, Carter...queso. I love him and his little queso-loving self.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Weekly Update: 8 Weeks

(I'm a little late with this post but didn't want to omit it.)

Last Friday (4/18/14), I was 8 weeks pregnant. The baby is the size of a kidney bean and is developing its little webbed fingers and toes, breathing tubes, nerve cells in the brain, and eyelids.

We're so excited about baby #3 joining the family. And for those of you either rude enough to ask (snort) or nice enough just to wonder, yes, this baby was planned. Well planned. And prayed for. We've been trying for over a year (a very long, emotional 14 months). You see, I got pregnant with both of the boys the first month we tried (blessed, I know) and wasn't prepared for the struggles with this one. I struggled with wondering if I was too old (ha - we'll come back to that one), if all of the testing I had been through with my GI issues had affected my ability to get pregnant, if medicine that I was on (and depended on) was affecting my ability, if it just wasn't God's will, etc. I begged, pleaded, and bartered with God until I finally just gave in to Him. I fell down on my knees, arms open wide, and asked for Him to take over because I was done. That's what He was waiting for. And he blessed us with this pregnancy.

I am due the day before Thanksgiving, November 26. I didn't want a Thanksgiving/Christmas baby but at some point, you get over that and take what the good Lord gives you. A little turkey it is! I am having an ultrasound this Thursday and am looking forward to seeing the 4 chambers of his/her heart.

So apparently 35 is OLD for child-bearing. Because of this, I have to have some extra tests, ultrasounds, etc. A real morale booster, I tell you. But! We will be able to find out the sex of the baby at 12 weeks with some super fancy DNA testing that I have to have done (again, because I am old). And yes, we'll find out. We didn't find out with Landon (and it drove everyone, but us, nutso) but found out with Carter. We'll find out with this one too. I've already blogged my feelings on what I want, but will be completely and totally fine with whatever I am blessed with, son or daughter. For the record, I am Team Blue. Christopher and the boys are Team Pink (Carter's words..."I already have a brudder. I need a sister."

I've been really tired and super queasy from the time I wake up until I go to bed. The doctor gave me some great medicine (Diclegis) that really helps. And after figuring out that a Rx pre-natal that the doc put me on, that was supposed to help with nausea, was actually making me worse, I'm getting much better. I'm still a little finicky with food but find that each day is getting better and better.

Stay tuned for the week 9 update!


Monday, April 21, 2014

Easter 2014

Our Easter was different this year, but very relaxing and fun. We typically go to my parents in VA on Sunday for lunch with the family followed by an Easter Egg Hunt for all of the cousins. But since one of my nieces was with her dad this weekend, we postponed our Easter festivities until next weekend (more Easter Egg Hunt pictures to come next week!). So we had a great day at home!

We've been preparing our hearts all week by reading the events in the Bible and other story books that the boys have. We've had lots of conversations about what the crucifixion and rising means for us and to us in our Christian faith. Landon completely gets it. Carter is fixated on the CANDY (surprise, surprise)!

Landon and I started the Easter weekend by playing hooky from work/school (well, school was out but I took the day off of work) and spent the day together. We went grocery shopping, ate lunch at Moe's, and bought our Easter fun supplies for the weekend. I served at church in the infant room for the two Friday night services and ended the night with a late trip to Carter's to find the boys shirts for Easter (better late than never!).

Saturday (after hair cuts, ninjitsu, and naps), we went to church and then out to eat with the Wright's - Corbett's Burger and Soda Bar in Cary (TRY IT!). The boys looked pretty dapper.

Sunday morning the boys patiently waited for their lazy parents to get our of bed (oh, how I will miss this after the baby comes) so they could look through their Easter baskets which were filled with a TMNT "Trust Me. I'm a Ninja" tee, toothbrush (nice one, Easter Bunny), Power Ranger action figure, and lots of candy. We dyed eggs and had an Easter Egg Hunt in the back yard. We stayed in our jammies all day. Naps were in order for the padres and we let the kids skip one. And they ate way too much candy. It was a great weekend at home.

Matthew 28:6 "He is not here; he has risen, just as he said."


Thursday, April 17, 2014

On Having a Girl...

I will begin with a caveat... boy or girl, I am happy as long as I am blessed with a healthy baby.  I know that sounds cliche but it's the truth.  But if I have a choice in the matter...

I'd choose boy #3 any day.  This coming from the girl who cried for a day when she saw that little penis on the ultrasound of Carter.  I called my step-mom in tears. "It's another freaking boy."  I didn't know it then, but found out over the past few years that I was born to be a boy mom.  Born to raise men.  Born to be surrounded by mama's boys.  After having these two boys, I can't imagine it any other way.

It makes sense.  I lived with just a Daddy and big brother for a while.  I had more matchbox cars than Barbies.  I grew up on a farm fishing, hunting, and spotlighting.  I drove my Honda Big Red 4-wheeler all over the farm.  My best friend growing up was a boy.

People have told me that they're Team Pink or crossing their fingers for a girl or hoping for a girl or ask if we had #3 so we could try for that little girl. Uncross those fingers, people. I don't want a girl. You've never heard of a mama's girl. That's because there is no such thing. I'll take my burps, farts, superheroes, stiff sheets (yeah, I went there), and daredevil stunts any day over all that hormonal girly junk. I'll take my mama's boys because there is no comparison to the love of a mother and her sons. I'm raising men. I'm raising husbands. I'm carrying on the Bagley family name LIKE A BOSS.

The boys want a sister and Christopher wants a daddy's little girl. Again, if that happens, I'll live (with some counseling). All I am saying, people, is to uncross your fingers because this boy mom is 100% Team Blue.