The dogs: Honey and Lucy who we know oh so well.
The horses: Yuma and Rocko.
The mule: Henry. He doesn't have a banner because he's the only mule. He's a little more fuzzy right now.
Last but not least, the new baby:
Oh yeah...we're pregnant. Did I forget to mention that?
The answers to the questions you're dying to know:
Due Date: January 4th, 2012
Currently: 4 weeks, 2 days along
We are: Thrilled, over the moon, delighted
We want: A happy, healthy baby...any gender works for us!
So the symptoms I have had so far...
I can smell EVERYTHING. A bottle of wine across the counter, alfalfa on a truck with my vents closed, when someone took a dump in the bathroom...I didn't say everything was good.
My skin has gone back to being 14. This wasn't fun the first time...why would it be fun now?
I have to pee all the time. All...the...time.
I'm congested. No morning sickness yet, though the books say it'll be a couple weeks before that sets in, but my nose is constantly stuffed up.
I'm exhausted! All I want to do is sleep. I'm ready to crash into bed by 9 and I definitely don't want to wake up the next morning. Drag...the...feet.
And finally, I'm emotional. I cry at the drop of a hat, and I will cry over spilled milk. You just try it! We had to say goodbye to one of our best receptionists this week and I had to write her a letter because if I talked to her, I was going to bawl all over her.
Overall, I feel great!
We are: Thrilled, over the moon, delighted
We want: A happy, healthy baby...any gender works for us!
So the symptoms I have had so far...
I can smell EVERYTHING. A bottle of wine across the counter, alfalfa on a truck with my vents closed, when someone took a dump in the bathroom...I didn't say everything was good.
My skin has gone back to being 14. This wasn't fun the first time...why would it be fun now?
I have to pee all the time. All...the...time.
I'm congested. No morning sickness yet, though the books say it'll be a couple weeks before that sets in, but my nose is constantly stuffed up.
I'm exhausted! All I want to do is sleep. I'm ready to crash into bed by 9 and I definitely don't want to wake up the next morning. Drag...the...feet.
And finally, I'm emotional. I cry at the drop of a hat, and I will cry over spilled milk. You just try it! We had to say goodbye to one of our best receptionists this week and I had to write her a letter because if I talked to her, I was going to bawl all over her.
Overall, I feel great!
^ In terms easier to understand, our baby is the size of a poppy seed. That's tiny!
Thanks for sharing in our joy!
FFR
