I feel like this poor baby I am growing is getting gypped. With Elijah I was so careful to drink my 2 L of water daily, I never had caffiene and I followed the best diet I could seeing as I was throwing up 6 times a day the whole 9 months. With Lyddie, I was great about taking my vitamins, I drank my water and I ate GREAT since I wasn't sick. With this one, I take my vitamins when I remember (though with my new weekly thingy I remember almost everyday!), drink whatever I want (including large amounts of coffee) and eat nothing but tomatoes and cucumbers because that's what I can keep down. Poor thing!
I am also not excited (yet) about being pregnant. I am not showing at all, I have lost weight, I really want that BABY belly. I am also doing this thing completely differently because of the two hemmorages with my other births. Instead of the personal care of a midwife I am going with the 5 minute visits to an OB who doens't care about me or know me from Adam's housecat. He may or may not deliver the baby--depends on if he is on call. I am going to a hospital to deliver the baby where it is a medical event and NOT a miracle of God.
Today is my first ultrasound out of the 3 pregnancies where we might find out the sex of the baby. I am NOT excited. I talk to my preggo friends and this is one of the hilights of their pregnancy. They can't wait to see their baby and find out what they are having. Maybe its because I didn't find out with the other two or because I like the surprise or I just want to rebel and be different, but I DONT want to know what we're having. I DONT want an ultrasound to find out what possibly might be wrong with the baby. Nothing they find will change the fact that I will carry the pregnancy as long as God allows me to and that we will NEVER terminate a pregnancy--even if it is an 8 legged mutant alien baby, we're keeping it!
Oh well--tune back in later to find out if we found out or if the baby was shy (as I have been hoping).