Check out my new accessory...

This thing is so inconspicuous that I don't think anybody will notice, do you? I know I look super sexy (Jason thinks its hot;) and all you ladies are jealous, but don't be hatin' on me. Just trying to keep it real here. I get to keep this new lucky charm for 4-8 weeks. My body decided it didn't want to be like a druggy shootin' up anymore and really wanted a nose ring instead (it is literally tied around the inside of my nose so it won't come out). I'm a rebel, I know. So....I am officially a pregnancy loser....let the humiliation begin!!!!

Well.......

That's right...13 1/2 weeks. I've been sick and tired, but I had an ultrasound today and baby Joy is still alive and growing!! That is the most important part. I was just in shock when I heard the heart beat at 10 weeks. The dr. said, "Don't you believe me?" I told him no and could I please have an ultrasound. "No need to. I'm 100% sure that is a healthy heart beat.
He said I could have genetic counseling and it offered an ultrasound so I jumped at it. Glad I did, the little tyke was worth looking at.
I also found out that I am a week farther than we thought from the first ultrasound. Also very encouraging.

Regan was concerned the entire time that the tech was hurting me and the baby. She kept asking me if I was still doing ok. So stinkin' sweet.

I told the girls when we saw the baby holding up "his" hand that "he" (I keep getting a boy vibe so I always think of the baby in masculine terms) was waving at them. They loved that and giggled.

As I've mentioned, I've been pretty sick. I'm down 20 pounds and have already been to the ER to get fluids. Yesterday my dr. came up with a plan. I will go to the infusion center everyday for a week and get i.v. fluids. If I'm doing better, I'll keep going. If not then I'll probably get a feeding tube?!?!! (Guess he doesn't think string cheese and a few crackers a day are cutting it.) How humiliating. Hope it doesn't come to that. I wouldn't want to be seen in public. "Hey look at me, I can't hack pregnancy! I'm a pregnancy loser!" Yeah, sumthin' like that.

I've lost a lot of weight and was concerned I had twins because my stomach didn't really get much smaller......ok lets not pretend....I look like I'm 5 months pregnant. I have PCOS and was found to have a cyst on my ovary last pregnancy. No concern about it really. This ultrasound showed that it has grown to the size of an orange. A little bigger than the baby. So yeah, I kinda am carrying twins.

I'm optimistic now. We're past the point at which my previous babies have died, and I'm hopeful that things will continue progressing normally. Jason and our home teacher gave me a blessing a couple weeks ago which really lifted a weight off me. Prayers are not discouraged:) Please send some our way. Ciao!

P.S. No I didn't make those cookies. I haven't baked, cooked, cleaned, sewed, crafted, or done anything for that matter for 2 months.

P.S.S The post last month where I was kinda out of my mind and sounded a little crazy........well I was super sick and feeling really sassy about it. It was my way of retaliating against it I guess;)

P.S.S.S. The post below is pretty cute with more Regan and Sophieisms:)

Regan and Sophie Babyisms

Pretty much every day this year R and S have asked if I have a baby in my tummy and have given me their orders. Regan wants a brother and Sophie wants a sister. They just know I am going to have two in my tummy. During the ultrasound I said, "See girls, there is only one baby in there." Sophie replies, "Let's just pretend there are two, ok mama?" Hahaha

The girls came home from preschool with a little plant they planted in a yogurt cup. Regan was going on and on about how much she loved her tomato plant and wanted to keep it forever. When I told the girls later that day that I had a baby in my tummy they were ecstatic. Regan gave me a hug and said, "Oh Mama, a baby is way better than a plant!" Melted my heart. "Mama, I'll do whatever you want me to do. Stop doing the dishes and go rest. I'll do the dishes." Very sweet sentiment, yet it was pretty much a pie crust promise.....easily made, easily broken.

Regan and Sophie are NOT going to be naming the baby. If they did it would be something like Toodally-doo, Dinosaury, Hanky-la-der-de-der, Shootsy-coo, or my personal favorite.....Doodilly-pop-de-dop. These are names they give their dolls, stuffed animals, or bugs they find. Sophie wants a girl to be named Sophie. Guess she likes her name;) So yeah, they're out on giving input.

Watching me throw up has become a spectator sport. One of the girls will hear me pouring out my blessings to the porcelain throne, run in and yell at the other to come see. Although lately I think they are getting bored with it because Sophie was talking to me while I was wretching my guts up and got mad that I wasn't turning to look at her and talk to her. She even got mad in the car, wondering why I wasn't driving. Kids these days....so desensitized. FYI-I keep a ziplock bag in the car for emergencies like the one above.

Nothing to do with the baby, but I had to post it cause it made me laugh. Sophie said family prayer last night and part of it went like this..."And please help us to not look for bugs anymore......except ladybugs because they are my favorite..." Hahahaha.....anytime Regan is outside, her head is down looking for bugs, worms, frogs, you name it.