7 week ultrasound!

So we went to the doc again today. The baby looks great. In the 1st picture you can see the heartbeat at the bottom of the picture. The 2nd picture you can see a close up of the little blob :P

The thin line is the cord and the leftover yolk sac.

The baby is measuring right on with dates and has a healthy heartrate of 140 beats a minute.

My official due date is March 16th.

I have been released to regular OB care now and don't have to follow up as often from the ER visit I had a few weeks ago. So more than likely my next ultrasound won't be until I am around 18-20 weeks along. Unless of course we go to a fetal ultrasound place they have in the mall.

So it's still just one baby :)

Some other updates:

Clint and I went with the kiddos to NY. to go see his family. The kids and Clint had a great time. Iwas feeling too sickly to enjoy myself.

Clint took Kd to the amusement park out there along with his sister and other family members. They had a great time. While they were gone, Roe (Clint's sister-in-law) and I took Ky to the mall and did some girly stuff.

I ended up coming home early with the kiddos because I wasn't feeling so good. Clint drove back with the kids and I, then flew back to NY. so he could spend some more time with family.

After a few days to relax, I drove down with my family (they came out from UT.) and we went down to Myrtle beach.

My dad has a timeshare, and so we stayed in a nice condo right on the beach. It was really fun and the kids and I had a great time. Sorry, I have been horrible with picture taking. I brought the camera, but just didn't feel like taking a ton of pictures.

Then we got back from Myrtle and I spent all day Sun. going to and from the airport dropping and picking people up.

Yesterday I spent the day feeling crappy and having tons of cramping. I was worried I overdid it at the beach. I talked to the doc, and she said it's likely just growing pains from my uterus just stretching.

So we are home a few days. On the 4th I have to go to the OB orientation class. It's 3.5 hour class. Then that evening the kids and I fly to UT. and Clint stays here. He has school in August so we're just going to go be with family and friends while he is gone.

Ok, I think I got all of the updates in :)

Just one!!!

Everything looks great with the pregnancy! I just had the ultrasound this morning. You can see the black spot and a little white inside the black circle. That's not the actual baby, baby is too small to see right now. If you look above my finger you can see the black spot. But the HCG numbers came back at 3500! So a very potent baby :P I go back in 2 weeks for the ultrasound to see the heartbeat.

So to all those thinking I was having twins (or triplets), it's just one baby!!!

Or is it???

So I went to the doc again this morning. The HCG level is now at 1590!!! That's more than double! A VERY good thing! They did a quick ultrasound and saw the very beginning of a gestational sac forming. The doc is having me come back on Fri. for another lab to make sure the numbers are still climbing. She'll also do another quick ultrasound. If everything shows up normal, I will be released to regular OB care :) Except that she wants another ultrasound in 2 weeks from this Fri. Keep the prayers and positive thoughts coming!!!

Most likely over...again.

So here we go again. Just like last time. The cramping spread to my whole uterus, not just the side. My breasts aren't really tender anymore, the nausea is gone, I'm not peeing all the time now. This is exactly what happened last time.
I should know something by tomorrow or the latest on Thursday. I go in tomorrow morning for another blood draw. I would not be surprised if the numbers have gone down.
If this is another miscarriage, I'm getting my tubes tied. If I can't sustain a pregnancy, then I don't want to have another "oops" just to have another miscarriage. This is rediculous.

What is going on?!?

So yes, I'm pregnant. For now?
Yesterday I started having the same cramping that I did the last miscarriage. In the same exact spot.
The cramping eased up quite a bit after a blessing from the elders in my church in the afternoon. Last night it started up again. Then continued in to today.
I had to go to the clinic and get a pregnancy confirmation. One of the questions asked if I had any pain. Well, I had to put yes. That's when things got crazy.
You see, last time, I just decided to drive on over to the ER on my own, and got reprimanded for it.
So today, the nurse said she wanted the doc to see me for a different kind of pregnancy test. Not the normal pee in a cup one. So they drew a bunch of blood.
Then the doc called me back. She explained that because of where the pain was, she wanted to rule out an ectopic pregnancy. She also said she wanted to send me to the ER. She wouldn't let me drive. The ER won't let children in the rooms unless they are the patient. So protocol said that I had to be transported to the hospital, from the clinic, by ambulance. Oh so much fun. Considering I already get car sick if I sit in the back. Now I had to face backwards. I almost lost the little bit of food I did manage to eat that morning which would have been bad, because the next time I got anything to eat wasn't until 3pm!.
So I get to the hospital. Labs confirmed I was pregnant...duh.
Then they draw a whole bunch more blood. They ask me for my blood type, I told them A+. then why did they screen for it anyway? Waste of time and money. They drew the other stuff to determine any other things that could be wrong.
Then the lovely pelvic exam. About flew off the back of the bed with that one. I never want to hear about how bad a guy has it when they have to have their prostate checked!!!
Anyway, all the action, then nothing. I was sitting there for 2 hours, no one came in, no updates. Nothing. I was beginning to think they forgot about me. Through the boredom I got to take in the very disgusting nonsanitized hospital. No wonder they call it Malpractice Growe medical center. Finally a nurse comes in, says "we're gonna set the monitor to just record every hour in case we forget"...ok, not exactly something you want to tell a patient.
There was one guy that was in training, I knew more than him. I tried giving him a couple of tries on why he couldn't figure out why the BP cuff wasn't working. Finally I told him he had it inside out, and to try it the way I showed him. Amazing, it worked. I felt bad for him though. I wasn't mean to him, I promise!
Anyway, now in the beginning, I told the original doc, there is no point sending me up to ultrasound. It is way too early to see anything. She didn't listen. Lo and behold, I get to radiology, and the tech said it's too early to see anything. Duh. I told the tech, good luck finding my right ovary, no one else seems to find it. She got all "I'll find it" Um, she never found it. She found what she "thinks" is it. At least she had good bedside manner and wasn't very aggressive with the probe. Unlike the last person I saw back in January.
So they take me downstairs, where I am dropped off. No one comes in for 2 hours. The monitor had been beeping for almost that whole time.
Finally the doc comes in and tells me they didn't see any signs of a miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy. She couldn't rule it out, because there was no visualization of anything in the uterus. She then said my HCG level was at 706!!!!! Ok, so at this gestation with twins mine was at 433. This time it's at 706!!! She said the cramping could just be from early pregnancy and should go away on it's own, but to come back if things get worse. Um, I think I'll go to a different ER thanks.
I am to go back on Wed. for more labs. The HCG level should have almost doubled at that point. So Wed. I will either have good news, or bad.

OOPS!!

Well then!
So as you all know I had a miscarriage back in Feb. After that, we decided we were done. We were just going to enjoy our children and move on. We were both happy in that decision.
Now, it took 2 years to get pregnant with perfect timing the first time, we still couldn't. Had to get help.
Then we got pregnant again. After 3 cycles of perfect timing. Of course, that ended up in a miscarriage. It sucked, but I had come to terms with it and was fine.
Then we had an "oops" moment. I was NO WHERE near my "fertile" perfect timing window. By all accounts, I shouldn't have had to worry.
Then I realized I was late. Add a whole bunch of other symptoms in the mix, and I knew I needed to test. Sure enough, I got a positive. I'm pregnant.
I'd like to ask how it happened. But we all know "how" it happened. LOL.
We are both in shock. We've never experienced an "oops" before.
God has bigger plans, and like Jody says, "you wanna hear God laugh, just tell him your plans" I have a feeling he's laughing pretty hard right now!
We had just cleaned the garage out and were ready to have a huge garage sale on all the baby stuff we had. I guess we'll be holding on to that just a little bit longer :P
Now, I have had an early miscarriage before, so chances are greater that I could have another one. But as of right now, I'm pregnant. My due date is around March 11th I am 4 weeks along. Very early. The miscarriage before was at 5 weeks and 4 days.
I find it funny that my brother's that are twins were born in Jan. My twins were born in Jan. Then I was born in March. This baby is due in March. Too funny.
The last pregnancy, we didn't want to tell anyone until we were past the miscarriage point. Well, we have a ton of traveling with family this summer, so I think me puking all day from morning sickness might just give it away. Plus, I've gone through a miscarriage. I know what to expect. Having to apologize to everyone last time because they were upset that we never told them we were pregnant was hard. So this time, everyone knows.
The question, "are we excited?" Well, yes. Right now it's more of a complete shock. I don't really want to get my hopes up too much, last time it was just so hard.

A day in the life...

Oh my goodness. Let's start at 3 am, the crying from our 2 year old twins begin. From something as simple as a foot not being under a blanket, having to potty, laying sideways in the bed and not coherent enough to turn themselves around. We get them resettled in to bed. Then husband gets up for work around 7. Which means the kids are up, and unfortunately, so am I. I go in to their room, which has a baby gate on it, otherwise NO ONE gets sleep. We don't have the regular door on, because the kids use it as a weapon against each other. We keep little potties in their room, because for the most part, they are potty trained.
One is screaming because she wants her underwear, the other is screaming because he doesn't want to get out of bed. Even though he is the one that woke up first. Then there is a struggle getting him out of bed, because I can't just bring my daughter down, they have an invisible rubber band attatching them. Where one goes, the other follows. If I take her down, she screams for him. So we have to wait until he decides he wants to come down. Then there is the potty fight. "My potty, no my potty" ensues. I'm already wondering why I even got out of bed. They sit down for 5 minutes or so. Just long enough for me to settle in to my chair and look online. Then 2 screaming kids come running up, "breakfast breakfast", no please, no thank you, nothing. Just screaming. After a pointless lesson in manners, they get their breakfast. I put towels on the floor to keep the mess contained, except somehow the cereal falls everywhere BUT the towel. Figures.
After breakfast they tune in to Noggin or Disney. Which keeps them calm for maybe 30 minutes. Then they see the toys. Oh boy. The fun begins. "My toy, no mine, MOMMY!!!!" then a blood curdling scream. My son has bitten the crud out of his sister. Enough that draws blood. I'm yelling at him to go to time out, but she thinks I'm yelling at her. Next thing I know, all 3 of us are yelling.
After a couple of minutes, my son is out of timeout, hugs and kisses his sister and apologizes.
All of this, and it's not even 9 am yet!
Things settle down when I show the kids, "look, your grandparents got 2 of the same toy, you don't have to fight over it" which seems to work. For a little while.
More fighting. "I want dinner!!!!" What? It's only 10 in the morning. Although I wish it were dinner time, that much closer to bed! But it's not. Snack time it is.
My boy, the savage beast, devours his snack, but my girl hasn't even eaten half of hers yet. He doesn't understand that she had the same amount as him. She is just slower. So he starts screaming at me because she has "more". It's impossible to explain logic to a 2 year old. I give up.
I have tuned them out. The TV has become their babysitter for the time being. Have I showered, brushed my teeth, had any time for me, nope. I have learned that my hygiene has become the lowest priority. Do I care anymore, I don't have TIME to care.
Just for fun, let's throw in a trip to the store...with 2 year olds. We head out, as a good friend said, we're out the shooting gate, like a herd of turtles.
I get one dressed, meanwhile the other screams. I get the 2nd one dressed, but now the 1st one is screaming to use the potty. They don't just pull pants down, they want nothing, no socks, pants, shoes, etc. on their legs when they potty. So, we start over.
Finally we are out the door.
I get them in to the shopping cart (hopefully, if we're lucky, we can find the little car or spaceship gorcery carts) if not, we are doomed from the start. For the sake of time, lets assume I have found a car grocery cart.
Things go well, I was lucky enough to find a cart that the seatbelt straps actually still work!
There are 2 steering wheels (occasional fighting when they want the same one).
Check out. See, I never learn. To help appease the children during shopping, I give them some item I am going to purchase anyway. Except, when I get to the cashier, I have to take the item away. Which leads to more screaming. The cashier has pitty on me, and gives the item back.
Now, at this store, you aren't allowed to bring the car carts out. So I have to pull the kids out, screaming. They still want to play.
So now I am having to drag 2 screaming toddlers out of the store. Yes drag. They refuse to walk on their own, and I can't pick them both up anymore.
We get home. I start unloading groceries. During the many trips up and downstairs, I can see the kids getting in to the groceries. Bread is getting smashed, the watermelon has become a bowling ball, and the grapes are being consumed. Good thing I stocked up on them.
It's finally noon. Lunch time. They see I am preparing lunch. I tell them I am making lunch. Yet they scream "I want lunch, LUNCH MOMMY!!!" Another pointless lesson in manners begins.
I get them settled in to eat. Wow, silence! It's a miracle! I get online again. My only real escape.
After 20 minutes, the kids run up...they both have to use the potty at the same exact time. This twin thing has gone way too far. I get one on the potty, and hope the other one can hold it long enough for me to race them up the stairs for the other bathroom.
Pee is dribbling down the legs. Figures.
After potty, it's nap time!!!
My absolute favorite time of the day for me to be alone. Assuming they actually take a nap that is. So we begin the process. We have to seperate them for naps during the day, otherwise it's a sure thing they won't sleep.
I get them settled down, and thanfully they fall asleep.
Now, it's ME time. I could take the time to shower, shave, maybe even brush my hair for the first time today. I am too tired to do any of it. Only, I don't have time to relax. The house is a disaster.
The cleaning begins. How the heck did a cheerio get stuck to the ceiling?
After a couple of hours of cleaning and finally eating my own lunch, I get to use the bathroom, without children congratulating me for going potty.
I then make the biggest mistake in the world. Why did I do that, I knew the outcome. Why couldn't I have waited??? Why on earth...WHY did I flush the toilet?!? The screaming begins and kids are awake.
It's around 3 pm. Husband should be home soon.
The same routine from when they wake up in the morning. One refusing to get up, but screams if I leave the room, etc.
I get them downstairs. They have become leaches. I take the time to just sit on the couch and cuddle. I do love my children afterall. Things are peacefull. Each one is snuggled up next to me, and I am doomed to watch the same crazed childrens show on Noggin. You know, the kind where they sing the same song, over and over. So instead of having some cool grown up song in my head, I have "keep trying, keep trying, don't give up, never give up" maybe it's a subtle reminder for ME to keep trying.
Daddy comes home...FINALLY! Some days they run to Daddy and I can get some stuff done, like, oh, maybe make some dinner. Other times, they want nothing to do with him, so he's stuck making dinner, good thing the kids love Mac'n'cheese!
We all sit down to dinner together. I actually love that time. We can all sit together, sing, talk about our day. All while the kids are munching away. For the most part, the kids are really good about eating. There are those days, where I work on dinner for 2 hours, and they won't even touch it though. Days like that I don't know why I even bother. Kids can survive off of PB&J sandwiches and Mac'n'Cheese can't they?
After dinner my husband and I trade off. One of us gives the kids a bath, while the other cleans the dishes.
Bath time involves the one giving the bath getting just as wet as the ones in the bath. Too bad it doesn't clean the clothes, that could save me time on laundry!
After their bath and the kitchen is clean, the kids come down stairs and play. By this time, they are usually very happy.
You see, I get the kids when they are at their worst. By the time my husband gets home, they have calmed down. Making it seem like things couldn't have been that bad while he was at work...OY!
Finally bed time, for the kids anyway. It's now 8 pm. I have survived another 13 hours with the kids.
My husband and I lay in bed with the kiddos and sing their favorite nursery songs. The ones that inevitably get stuck in your head. The children are calm, and exhausted. We kiss them good night.
We head downstairs, where I am able to catch up on the message boards, facebook, and blogs.
Then hubby and I spend some time cuddling on the couch. That's our only time together. We watch some of our favorite shows on TV, and then head to bed.
We're too tired for anything else.
Next thing we know, it's 3 am and kids are screaming...