14 Weeks

I have spent the last hour reading my pregnancy blog posts from when I was pregnant with Weston. It's so much fun to go back and read. Especially now knowing the little squirt in there was Wessy Man. Seeing his ultra sound pictures. Remembering how scared I was for nine straight months that something was wrong....

It's actually reassuring to read all of that. Especially because I am having an almost identical pregnancy this time around. It's funny how I have forgotten though. I am not nauseated, I have a decent amount of energy. The 3 things that were bugging me around this time with Weston are bugging me again. Cramping, light headed, feeling fat and ugly.

Seriously, I don't want to go anywhere. My normal clothes are too tight. It's too early to pull out the maternity clothes. I get way bad zits when I am pregnant. I just want to hide. My boss wanted to get a nice staff picture for our Christmas Card today. I told him if anyone takes my picture in the next year I will chop their arms off.

This is a tough time in a pregnancy I think. You don't feel them kicking very much so I am always worried. I think more so this time around because of the miscarriage. I didn't realize how badly that affected my mentally. I keep thinking something is wrong. And I am nervous to tell people I am pregnant because it doesn't seem real. And I keep thinking if something happens, I don't want to tell people we lost the baby. So I kind of keep quiet about it. I don't care if people know, but I am not making a big press release about it.

I think it could all change next week. I hope finding out the gender will change my attitude. I hope all goes well. We are taking the boys with us. I hope they behave. I loved reading about Warren's response last time. He held my hand and was nervous, but excited to find out he was getting a brother.

I know it sounds cliché, but I really just hope this baby is healthy. After having a miscarriage, and knowing a few people loose children, I just hope we get a healthy baby. Deep down inside I think I was born to be a mother of boys, but we shall see.

Baby #3

We are super excited about Baby Fisher #3.
I had a miscarriage about 10 weeks before my first doctors appointment. While we were at the doctor we found out I was almost 10 weeks along. It certainly isn't common to get pregnant so quickly after a miscarriage. In fact, the nurse told us she'd never seen it that quick before. So we know this little squirt is supposed to be here!

About 6 weeks after the miscarriage, I felt pregnant, but didn't think it was possible. But a test said I was. I had some blood taken to confirm it, and the nurse said I shouldn't get attached to the pregnancy because being pregnant that quick after a miscarriage just doesn't happen. So we were thrilled to find out it was viable.

My doctor's appointment was on a Monday, and my sisters had a craft night that night. I was in charge of cupcakes. So I just added little ornaments to tell them. And I wore a little charm necklace.

When we told the boys, I sat them down and the conversation went like this:
"You know how mommy has been really sick and tired lately? I went to the doctor to find out why....."
Warren put his little hand up to stop me and said
"Please tell me he found a baby in your tummy!!!"
Me: "Yes buddy, he did."
He's so stinking smart.

The boys were thrilled. Warren really wants a girl. Weston really wants an orange baby. I want a healthy baby.