So, we are now into Trimester 3, and oh how different it already is. I had grown quite accustomed to Tri 2: the not-so-tired feeling, the getting bigger but not uncomfortable yet feeling, the no more nausea feeling, the I can feel her move but it's not that strong feeling. Tri 2 was very bearable. Tri 3, however, already starting to worry me. I can happily report that, thus far (knock on wood), I have yet to have the nausea return (oh please oh please oh please say I'm one of the lucky ones that doesn't have the nausea return). But, I've already begun experiencing the exhaustion by the time I reach home after work moments, my ankles and feet are blowing up like balloons (quite often), and my belly continues to grow even though I think each day "There's no way it can get any bigger; I don't think my skin can stretch any further!!" To top it off, this past weekend I began to experience what had only been up-til-now a rumor: the up half the night running to the bathroom preparation for pulling all nighters with baby. I went from waking up maybe 2-3 times a night to waking up once an hour (or so it seems)...starting Friday night. Uggghhhh!! Is it too much to ask for this Mom-To-Be to get a full night's sleep?!?!? My friends joke that it's the preparation phase for when the baby comes, the only difference is: when the baby arrives, I won't be expected to go to an eight hour shift starting the next morning...no, I'm not oblivious to the fact that being a mom is a full time job (I fully understand that), but I figure Baby has to sleep sometime (which means this Mom-To-Be will sleep sometime), not to mention, Grandma has already volunteered to come over regularly to give me some time to get in at least a nap (yeah Mom!!). However, in addition to the now frequent requests from my bladder to be emptied, Baby Webb began to prove last night that she is definitely getting stronger, and last night she was either squished and uncomfortable or she was saying "where's the party?!?!" My husband experienced it too, that is before he rolled over and began "counting sheep"...he was going thru his usual "Hi Baby!! What are you doing?" bedtime ritual of talking to baby and then waiting patiently with his hand on my belly to feel her move, when she began bumping all over the place. Up until now she would usually get in a little bump here, a little swish there, but not last night...it was bump, bump, bump...I think she was throwing her own personal, private inside-Mommy's-belly party. It's cute, though, so I can't truly complain...I actually love feeling her move...reassures me that she's doing ok. I just wish she would get on my schedule and bump bump bump in the middle of the day, instead of in the middle of the night.
Well, off to bed. Maybe I'll actually get a couple of hours in tonight!! Cross your fingers.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
TaCito says "Welcome Baby Webb!!"
I was pleasantly surprised, today, by a group of my co-workers, when they threw me a Surprise Baby Shower at the office.
The afternoon started with yesterday's invitation to join my co-workers Angela and Tara for lunch today. As we piled into Tara's car, they asked me where I wanted to go. I volunteered to let them choose, but they insisted that since I was the "pregnant one" I should choose, and even went on to say that they were treating me to lunch. I wondered, "What are these ladies up to?" But happily suggested La Madeleines...I LOVE La Madeleines (and I rarely get to go for lunch, because I usually spend my lunch hour relaxing by myself). When we arrived, I insisted that they not pay, but they insisted right back that they wanted to treat me to lunch as a congratulations on my upcoming arrival. I didn't want to hold up any line forming behind me, so I gave in. Lunch was quite delicious!! Salad sampler: caesar salad, strawberries and tomato basil soup (they have the best). Yum!!
After finishing lunch, they requested that we stop at a park up the street from our office, so they could have a quick smoke...not wanting to smoke around me in an enclosed area due to my current condition. It was very nice weather outside, so I didn't mind at all.
Ten minutes or so later we were heading back to the office.
As we pulled up, Angela asked me to meet her in the conference room, said she had something to show me (I thought this was a little odd and wondered again, "What are these ladies up to?"). Then, as we walked in the door, Tina told me that a woman named Sabrina was waiting in the conference room for me...I don't know any Sabrina...however, after clocking in, I headed to the conference room. Tina was standing near by and said "she's in there" and pointed...I peaked over the cubicles, in the direction of the conference room, and the darkness of the room made me realize "something's up!!"
As I rounded the corner, I saw baby gift bags sitting on the table and knew. A giant grin came to my face..."A shower for me?!?!" As I walked in, I saw all of the girls of the office surrounding the conference room table..."SURPRISE!!"
It was so very sweet of them!! The girls had brought presents, Tabatha made a wreath of diapers, there were pink streamers and even a pink message on the flip chart welcoming baby, plus punch and cupcakes on the table. As I continued to grin, I blurted out "sneaky sneaky" while glancing in Angela and Tara's direction.
I can not wait to get home tonight to show Eddie all of the wonderful things they bought for our baby girl. It was a very pleasant surprise to my day!! Thank you to the ladies at TaCito!! Baby says "Thank You" too!!
The afternoon started with yesterday's invitation to join my co-workers Angela and Tara for lunch today. As we piled into Tara's car, they asked me where I wanted to go. I volunteered to let them choose, but they insisted that since I was the "pregnant one" I should choose, and even went on to say that they were treating me to lunch. I wondered, "What are these ladies up to?" But happily suggested La Madeleines...I LOVE La Madeleines (and I rarely get to go for lunch, because I usually spend my lunch hour relaxing by myself). When we arrived, I insisted that they not pay, but they insisted right back that they wanted to treat me to lunch as a congratulations on my upcoming arrival. I didn't want to hold up any line forming behind me, so I gave in. Lunch was quite delicious!! Salad sampler: caesar salad, strawberries and tomato basil soup (they have the best). Yum!!
After finishing lunch, they requested that we stop at a park up the street from our office, so they could have a quick smoke...not wanting to smoke around me in an enclosed area due to my current condition. It was very nice weather outside, so I didn't mind at all.
Ten minutes or so later we were heading back to the office.
As we pulled up, Angela asked me to meet her in the conference room, said she had something to show me (I thought this was a little odd and wondered again, "What are these ladies up to?"). Then, as we walked in the door, Tina told me that a woman named Sabrina was waiting in the conference room for me...I don't know any Sabrina...however, after clocking in, I headed to the conference room. Tina was standing near by and said "she's in there" and pointed...I peaked over the cubicles, in the direction of the conference room, and the darkness of the room made me realize "something's up!!"
As I rounded the corner, I saw baby gift bags sitting on the table and knew. A giant grin came to my face..."A shower for me?!?!" As I walked in, I saw all of the girls of the office surrounding the conference room table..."SURPRISE!!"
It was so very sweet of them!! The girls had brought presents, Tabatha made a wreath of diapers, there were pink streamers and even a pink message on the flip chart welcoming baby, plus punch and cupcakes on the table. As I continued to grin, I blurted out "sneaky sneaky" while glancing in Angela and Tara's direction.
I can not wait to get home tonight to show Eddie all of the wonderful things they bought for our baby girl. It was a very pleasant surprise to my day!! Thank you to the ladies at TaCito!! Baby says "Thank You" too!!
Monday, October 4, 2010
Baby Webb is Movin' and a Shakin'
One of the moments that I've been overly excited about throughout my entire pregnancy was when I'd first feel Baby move. So, I'm sure you'll understand when I say that I was a little disappointed to find out that the beginning stages of feeling a baby move feel identical to the regular, every day feeling of a stomach grumbling, gas bubbles, etc. How are you supposed to say, exactly, when it was that you first felt your baby move, when there is no real way to know the difference?!?!? Keeping this in mind, I can only assume that I've been feeling my Lil' Bundle of Joy moving for many weeks now, but unfortunately I can not report when the first encounter happened.
I can, however, report that our little one is definitely getting stronger each and every day, and growing like a springtime flower. The first baby movements may have not been distinctive enough to tell which were her and which were me, but as each day passes her movements have become more and more identifiable, and it's definitely to the point now where I no longer have to wonder "Was that you, lil' one?"
She is active throughout the day...oh wait, yup, she actually just moved :) ...but she moves the most in the evening. I love feeling her move!! It's amazing, absolutely amazing. My book says that many mothers actually feel more connected to their baby when they first feel them move; I feel like I have had a connection to mine since Day 1, but I can definitely say that there is nothing like feeling your Lil' Miracle move!!
If you've read my Blog before, you'll also know that Dad-to-Be has been anxiously awaiting the moment in which he would feel Baby move. So, when I began announcing that I finally could feel her, he started growing more and more impatient and eager. But, I'm excited to announce that his moment FINALLY came!! (This announcement is actually a little late, and I apologize for not blogging sooner...it has been a busy couple of weeks). On the evening of Thursday, September 23, as we were laying down to go to sleep, Eddie was in the middle of his evening, bedtime routine of laying his hand on my tummy to see if he could feel movement. We were softly talking, as he waited...all of a sudden he paused, looked at me in excitement, and said "Was that her?" It completely disappointed him when I replied with a no, that I didn't feel anything...and I was so disappointed that I couldn't tell him otherwise. But he didn't give up, and I'm so glad he didn't, because all of a sudden I did feel her move, and at that very same moment we looked at each other, and I grinned...before he could say anything, I knew, he had felt it, too. With more excitement than the moment prior, he asked again "Was that her?" I was so thrilled to be able to reply "Yes!!" He has been waiting for that moment since Day 1, and I was so excited that it finally happened for him. I knew that her movements had been growing stronger, so I knew it was only a matter of time. It was definitely exciting for the both of us.
Well, if that exciting moment wasn't enough to report about, as of last night, I have a new update. Yesterday evening, Eddie and I were at WalMart, getting groceries for the week. We were nearing the end of our list, which included lunch meat from the deli counter. Eddie volunteered to stand in line, and I decided that I wanted bagels for breakfast, so I headed to the bread isle. As I grabbed my bagels and headed back towards the deli counter, it happened...I felt a quick, hard-to-describe feeling in my lower tummy. It wasn't a pain, and it definitely wasn't like any of the movements I've felt thus far, it was more of a poke. I grinned...I knew it was my first experience feeling Baby kick. I eagerly headed to the deli counter, goofy grin on my face, and announced to my husband "she kicked!!"
Eddie and I have only 3+ months to go til we become parents. We are still pretty nervous, but we are also so very excited!! Oh, by the way, the excited Parents-to-Be finally registered this weekend!! Yup, after only 3 hours at Buy Buy Baby on Saturday and 2 1/2 at Babies R Us, our registration is complete. We still have so much preparing to do, but we are now one step closer!!
I can, however, report that our little one is definitely getting stronger each and every day, and growing like a springtime flower. The first baby movements may have not been distinctive enough to tell which were her and which were me, but as each day passes her movements have become more and more identifiable, and it's definitely to the point now where I no longer have to wonder "Was that you, lil' one?"
She is active throughout the day...oh wait, yup, she actually just moved :) ...but she moves the most in the evening. I love feeling her move!! It's amazing, absolutely amazing. My book says that many mothers actually feel more connected to their baby when they first feel them move; I feel like I have had a connection to mine since Day 1, but I can definitely say that there is nothing like feeling your Lil' Miracle move!!
If you've read my Blog before, you'll also know that Dad-to-Be has been anxiously awaiting the moment in which he would feel Baby move. So, when I began announcing that I finally could feel her, he started growing more and more impatient and eager. But, I'm excited to announce that his moment FINALLY came!! (This announcement is actually a little late, and I apologize for not blogging sooner...it has been a busy couple of weeks). On the evening of Thursday, September 23, as we were laying down to go to sleep, Eddie was in the middle of his evening, bedtime routine of laying his hand on my tummy to see if he could feel movement. We were softly talking, as he waited...all of a sudden he paused, looked at me in excitement, and said "Was that her?" It completely disappointed him when I replied with a no, that I didn't feel anything...and I was so disappointed that I couldn't tell him otherwise. But he didn't give up, and I'm so glad he didn't, because all of a sudden I did feel her move, and at that very same moment we looked at each other, and I grinned...before he could say anything, I knew, he had felt it, too. With more excitement than the moment prior, he asked again "Was that her?" I was so thrilled to be able to reply "Yes!!" He has been waiting for that moment since Day 1, and I was so excited that it finally happened for him. I knew that her movements had been growing stronger, so I knew it was only a matter of time. It was definitely exciting for the both of us.
Well, if that exciting moment wasn't enough to report about, as of last night, I have a new update. Yesterday evening, Eddie and I were at WalMart, getting groceries for the week. We were nearing the end of our list, which included lunch meat from the deli counter. Eddie volunteered to stand in line, and I decided that I wanted bagels for breakfast, so I headed to the bread isle. As I grabbed my bagels and headed back towards the deli counter, it happened...I felt a quick, hard-to-describe feeling in my lower tummy. It wasn't a pain, and it definitely wasn't like any of the movements I've felt thus far, it was more of a poke. I grinned...I knew it was my first experience feeling Baby kick. I eagerly headed to the deli counter, goofy grin on my face, and announced to my husband "she kicked!!"
Eddie and I have only 3+ months to go til we become parents. We are still pretty nervous, but we are also so very excited!! Oh, by the way, the excited Parents-to-Be finally registered this weekend!! Yup, after only 3 hours at Buy Buy Baby on Saturday and 2 1/2 at Babies R Us, our registration is complete. We still have so much preparing to do, but we are now one step closer!!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Rest In Peace, My Friend
I was having a regular Tuesday, yesterday, when I received a call from my sister. I didn't think anything of it, as I picked up my phone and hit talk, it was around 12/12:30, so I assumed “She's probably calling me because she's at lunch.” I answered and immediately could hear the sadness and tears in her voice. I asked her what was going on, and through a tear-filled reply she informed me that our dear friend, Willie Agent, had been in a motorcycle accident and it wasn't looking good. I tried to get more details, but she didn't have any; a friend of a friend contacted her boyfriend who contacted her, he knew very little, and she relayed the message. After a few moments, she told me Jim was calling through on the other line, I knew he probably had more information, so I told her to call me back as soon as she knew something more.
While I waited, I immediately called my best friend, Brynn. She was very close to Willie, and I knew she needed someone like me to be the bringer of the bad news, rather than a stranger or a site like Facebook. I asked her if she was in her office or driving, knowing neither was the place for her to hear such a story. She was at home (her son is sick). I tried to put it to her gently, but how do you put such news in a way that will hurt any less? I could immediately hear her gasp for air, could see the tears streaming down her face. She demanded more information, information I didn't have, but I assured her, she would be my first call when I knew more.
Sadness truly had not hit me yet, it was so unreal. Immediately, I was disappointed in myself for letting the busy-ness of life get the best of me: Willie and I had been such good friends for so long, yet it had been over 5 months since we last saw each other. I thought, “You always assume your friends will be there, but you should know better!!”
Tiffany called me back within minutes, this time the news got worse. They pronounced him brain dead. WHAT!?!?
I found out where he was, went back into my office and informed my boss that I had to leave. I rushed to Brynn's house, knowing she couldn't drive, and together, we headed to Medical Center of Plano.
The drive seemed to last forever!! But yet, we were there before we knew it.
We walked in, found out how to get to his room, but he wasn't there. They took him for one last round of testing, for any sign, any hope, any last prayer that there still was brain activity. We waited, we cried, we thought back.
While standing in the hall, waiting for Willie to return, watching all the friends and family streaming in...he was loved by so many...I heard a laugh. It was Willie!! Well, so it sounded, actually it was his Mom...it had been years since I've seen his Mom, I think I have only met her once, at his graduation, but I knew, without a doubt, it was her...he had the same laugh. I smiled. I thought about my friend and the good times we have had and prayed for a miracle.
Our miracle never came. He returned from testing, they confirmed the worst: no activity.
I, along with so many friends and family, said our last good-byes. I rubbed my belly, as I took his hand, realizing that my daughter would never be so lucky to meet him. And after many, many tear-filled “we love you's” they disconnected life support. We waited, hoping still for a miracle, but again, our miracle never came and heaven received one amazing angel.
We love you and miss you already. Rest in peace, my friend!!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Prego/1st Time Mom Moment
Ok, so I had my first true "Prego/1st Time Mom" moment this morning. I've heard of the emotional roller coaster you're supposed to be on as a pregnant woman, but up until now, I feel like I've handled my emotions quite well. Yes, I may have had some mini moments, but I have wondered each time: was that the hormones talkin or would I have reacted the very same way prego or not? That is, until this morning!!
I left my house early, pre-warned that today was the first day of school, prepared to hit the "20 mph" zones while leaving Rowlett, one just as you turn out of my neighborhood. Immediately after jumping in my car and backing out of the drive, I flipped on the radio and turned on the Kidd Kraddick In The Morning show, as I do almost every morning on my way to work. They were welcoming parents to call in to tell about their experiences of the 1st day of school...especially parents dropping kids off for their true 1ST day of school (kindergarten, pre-k, etc). And, this started my mind racing about my little one...
Do you know that in six short years, I'll be dropping my little girl off for her first day of Kindergarten?!?! I sent Eddie a text to ensure that he knows it's only 6 short years away...he, of course, replied "{that's} a long time"...I, of course, being the prego that I am, thought "it will be here before we know it!!" And a tear came to my eye.
But if that wasn't enough, then Kidd began reading a "poem" called "I Trust You'll Treat Her Well." Why o why did I not change the channel?!?! Why would I want to put myself thru the torture?!?!? But I wanted to hear it, maybe deep down in side I knew I needed a good cry!! And so he began...
Dear World, I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes ... and a happy laugh that ripples all day long ... and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well. She's slipping out the backyard of my heart this morning ... and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse. Now she'll learn to stand in lines ... and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells ... and deadlines ... and she'll learn to giggle ... and gossip ... and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And, now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things ... like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friend is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes. For five full years now I've been her sage and pal and father and Santa Claus and playmate and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ... which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest, greatest man in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time ... she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group ... with all its privileges and its disadvantages, too. She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud ... or kiss dogs ... or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms ... or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer. Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman. So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes ... and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well. - Dad
I don't think I made it through the first 15 or so words and the tears came flowing!! I thought back on the moment when I was talking to my girlfriend Brynn, shortly after her son Cayden was born, and she started crying on the phone, because she was thinking about how he would be grown up soon, graduating from high school. I remember giggling at the idea of crying about such a thing...he was like a week old, maybe less...I just thought it was silly for her to even be thinking of him as a man, when he was only days old. I smiled...now I understood, it was clear to me now, it's a "Mom Thing!!" I don't think any one will get it, that is, til they jump in these shoes.
Well, if that wasn't torture enough, what followed next was the torture of all tortures. Immediately following Kidd's poem came "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. And was Kidd satisfied playing the regular version of the song? Noooooo, he had to play the version with the extra commentation between the lyrics. As soon as I heard the sound of the little kids laughing that starts the song off, I knew what it was, and immediately I heard a voice in my head screaming "TURN IT OFF!!" But did I listen? Yes, but not to the voice in my head, I listened to the entire "tear-jerking for any parent" version of "Butterfly Kisses" and completely bawled my eyes out, mascara running down my face, no back up make up in the car, puffy eyes and all, ending just minutes before I would walk through the door of my office. And as each stage of the girl's life (in the song) passed, I imagined my little girl in that stage of her life. Uggghhh!! Ladies, why do we do these sort of things to ourselves?
I left my house early, pre-warned that today was the first day of school, prepared to hit the "20 mph" zones while leaving Rowlett, one just as you turn out of my neighborhood. Immediately after jumping in my car and backing out of the drive, I flipped on the radio and turned on the Kidd Kraddick In The Morning show, as I do almost every morning on my way to work. They were welcoming parents to call in to tell about their experiences of the 1st day of school...especially parents dropping kids off for their true 1ST day of school (kindergarten, pre-k, etc). And, this started my mind racing about my little one...
Do you know that in six short years, I'll be dropping my little girl off for her first day of Kindergarten?!?! I sent Eddie a text to ensure that he knows it's only 6 short years away...he, of course, replied "{that's} a long time"...I, of course, being the prego that I am, thought "it will be here before we know it!!" And a tear came to my eye.
But if that wasn't enough, then Kidd began reading a "poem" called "I Trust You'll Treat Her Well." Why o why did I not change the channel?!?! Why would I want to put myself thru the torture?!?!? But I wanted to hear it, maybe deep down in side I knew I needed a good cry!! And so he began...
Dear World, I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes ... and a happy laugh that ripples all day long ... and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sun when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well. She's slipping out the backyard of my heart this morning ... and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse. Now she'll learn to stand in lines ... and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells ... and deadlines ... and she'll learn to giggle ... and gossip ... and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And, now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things ... like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friend is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes. For five full years now I've been her sage and pal and father and Santa Claus and playmate and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ... which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest, greatest man in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time ... she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group ... with all its privileges and its disadvantages, too. She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud ... or kiss dogs ... or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms ... or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer. Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman. So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl ... in a crisp dress ... with two blue eyes ... and a flash of light blond hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you'll treat her well. - Dad
I don't think I made it through the first 15 or so words and the tears came flowing!! I thought back on the moment when I was talking to my girlfriend Brynn, shortly after her son Cayden was born, and she started crying on the phone, because she was thinking about how he would be grown up soon, graduating from high school. I remember giggling at the idea of crying about such a thing...he was like a week old, maybe less...I just thought it was silly for her to even be thinking of him as a man, when he was only days old. I smiled...now I understood, it was clear to me now, it's a "Mom Thing!!" I don't think any one will get it, that is, til they jump in these shoes.
Well, if that wasn't torture enough, what followed next was the torture of all tortures. Immediately following Kidd's poem came "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. And was Kidd satisfied playing the regular version of the song? Noooooo, he had to play the version with the extra commentation between the lyrics. As soon as I heard the sound of the little kids laughing that starts the song off, I knew what it was, and immediately I heard a voice in my head screaming "TURN IT OFF!!" But did I listen? Yes, but not to the voice in my head, I listened to the entire "tear-jerking for any parent" version of "Butterfly Kisses" and completely bawled my eyes out, mascara running down my face, no back up make up in the car, puffy eyes and all, ending just minutes before I would walk through the door of my office. And as each stage of the girl's life (in the song) passed, I imagined my little girl in that stage of her life. Uggghhh!! Ladies, why do we do these sort of things to ourselves?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Yup, Baby Webb is Definitely a She!!
Eddie and I had our 4th appointment with Dr. Denning today. We had a little bit further to drive, this time, because Dr. Denning moved to the Baylor Frisco location...so Eddie picked me up around 25-30 minutes til. After I jumped in his jeep, we immediately hit the road (no lunch today, our appointment wasn't til 1:00, so we both decided to have lunch on our own). We arrived just in time, parked the car, and went in. Baylor Frisco is very nice...I believe it's fairly new.
After checking in, Eddie and I sat down, and he started digging through the magazines. He felt a little left out, as you can imagine the magazine selection was very tailored toward women, pregnant women of course. But, after a little searching, I found an article for my Dad-to-be. He grinned!! As he read his article, I thumbed through a few other magazines, looking for fun baby ideas. However, we didn't have to wait long, they called us back within a few minutes.
Immediately, we were invited into the sonogram room. The woman conducting today's sonogram was very nice. I really liked her!! She took a lot of measurements of baby and then came the news: yup, she's a girl!! I feel a lot more confident after today's visit. This time Baby Webb was sitting in a completely different angle. We got quite a few pictures, but the "shot that tells all" was wonderful...it was if our baby was sitting in a glass chair and we were looking up through the bottom of the chair...I don't think there is much room for error with this one. We also found out that the baby's foot is about 3.08 centimeters, she currently weighs about 10 ounces, and her heartbeat is around 153. Baby Webb was still being difficult with some of the angles that she needed to be in for the measurements they were getting, so we get to have another sonogram at our next appointment (which will be in four weeks). I really enjoy the sonograms...it's so amazing to see how much our baby has grown from one visit to the next!!
So, I guess the next step is shopping for lots of pink!! How fun...I can't wait!!
After checking in, Eddie and I sat down, and he started digging through the magazines. He felt a little left out, as you can imagine the magazine selection was very tailored toward women, pregnant women of course. But, after a little searching, I found an article for my Dad-to-be. He grinned!! As he read his article, I thumbed through a few other magazines, looking for fun baby ideas. However, we didn't have to wait long, they called us back within a few minutes.
Immediately, we were invited into the sonogram room. The woman conducting today's sonogram was very nice. I really liked her!! She took a lot of measurements of baby and then came the news: yup, she's a girl!! I feel a lot more confident after today's visit. This time Baby Webb was sitting in a completely different angle. We got quite a few pictures, but the "shot that tells all" was wonderful...it was if our baby was sitting in a glass chair and we were looking up through the bottom of the chair...I don't think there is much room for error with this one. We also found out that the baby's foot is about 3.08 centimeters, she currently weighs about 10 ounces, and her heartbeat is around 153. Baby Webb was still being difficult with some of the angles that she needed to be in for the measurements they were getting, so we get to have another sonogram at our next appointment (which will be in four weeks). I really enjoy the sonograms...it's so amazing to see how much our baby has grown from one visit to the next!!
So, I guess the next step is shopping for lots of pink!! How fun...I can't wait!!
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