moving along!

So the last couple weeks have had some highs and lows.  Some of the highs?  Well, for one- an ultrasound shows that we are doing great.  We're a little further behind in the schedule and tomorrow will begin the 7th week.  The yoke sac (mini fridge) is well established, the gestational sac (sleeping bag) is looking great. So, with that YAY!  Here is a pic from week 5.  We should have a new ultrasound on week 7 on Tuesday!  Another highlight, new bed! It's the best bed I've ever had and it's amazing!  My hip has gone back in place and I'm sleeping much better.  And last, but not least- no puking!  It makes me nervous at times, but I'm trusting this is a blessing as I still have all kinds of other symptoms.

The Mae Mae vs Manny rivalry continues as I contemplate buying pink shirts that say TEAM PINK to root for a girl and blue ones for Andy with TEAM BLUE.  Either way, to have a healthy and happy baby- there's nothing better.  And I can't wait.  I think the debate is just my annoyance at calling my child an "it."  So the debate goes on.

Also on the plus side, me being a little on the plus side helped us get out of a ticket when Andy did a fabulous rolling stop through a stop sign- in front of a cop.  We were on the way to get the final blood work done at Depaul Hospital.  So he begins to apologize to the cop and explains that I was pregnant and we were going to the hospital.  The cop asked if we need an ambulance and he tells him, "no, no... her water hasn't broke or anything- just got to go in for some tests."  Who does this?  I'm maybe 5 weeks at this point.  So, I did what any wife does when she wants a bed and knows a traffic ticket would prevent this...  and I rubbed my fat belly.  It's terrible, but the officer graciously let us go (thankfully without an escort).

The lows have been there, too.  I'm very emotional and I've never been this vulnerable in my life.  When you have seen men that really aren't too excited about a pregnant wife, it's hard not to assume that Andy feels put off by the whole thing.  But through all the meltdowns- he's with me, for better or worse.  I'm pretty insecure at this point and again I have to unload some more of my "baggage."  It's healthy to work through, but not easy.  But if I know anything, I know that this is the best husband I could have ever prayed for and he will be a great father who is involved and connected to his family.  Even if that family is just me and I'm yelling at him for things beyond his control :-/

I also think the stress has also played a part and I had to rush to the doctor when I couldn't catch my breath.  After running extensive tests, it appears that I was trying to have a panic attack.  This was a long couple of days, but I'm relieved that everything is working even if I'm storing up water like a camel in these legs lol.  So, with that these are the lows, but in light of the highs... I couldn't ask for things to go any better.