Ultrasound and kicks

Well I finally had my 20 week ultrasound, and it was really really neat. My parents were able to come with Eli and I, and they enjoyed it too. Everything was perfect! It made everything that much more real, the first ultrasound the baby looked like a pea so it was hard to imagine a baby inside me. The ultrasound tech kept saying "its" hands and "its" feet, and Eli thinks she slipped and said "his" thigh... She looked at us and said "no, I said "its", pretty adamantly. I guess we will find out in a few months for sure! The baby is kicking all the time now, on a daily basis. At first it used to freak me out, but now I put my hand on my tummy and wait for more. In a way being a girl can really suck sometimes but men can't experience this. Even though I am scared out of my mind, I know I will be able to get through this one way or another. Here are some ultrasound pics :)

Scary Discovery channel

So we are now starting to get the nursery room cleaned out, and what a mess of clutter we have accumulated! I think i spent 2 hours just throwing stuff away, but also going through old pictures that I found that were fun to see again. I can't decide whether to do the nursery in Noah's Ark or in Ducks. I really like them both, and they can both be for a girl or a boy.

I took a lunch break and decided to watch "A Baby Story". I have watched it before, and it usually makes my stomach turn when momma is in labor. Well it did the same thing today, and I had to change the channel, I hate how queasy my stomach is! I am terrified enough to go through labor, so I should probably just not watch these shows lol.

I started reading Nicholas Sparks' "Dear John". So far it's really good, and I am looking forward to the movie. I always like reading the book first, or else I won't read it if I saw the movie and I know what is going to happen.

We were able to fix our water leak at the house, fairly cheap thank God. We were a little worried about having to spend a lot of money, especially with a baby coming. We went down and looked at a crib yesterday, and we are going to go ahead and get it. It's in pristine condition and its exactly what I want. A little more than we wanted to spend, but I think thats inevitable when its something that you REALLY want!

I am stuck back on shiftwork again, and it does crazy things to my pregnant body. Its a lot harder to switch back and forth from nights to days now that my body is supporting another. Its hard, but i have a great job that I enjoy 99% of the time.

Anyway, enough for now...

November and December

Well I went back to work at the beginning of November, and was still pretty sick. Not anywhere near as bad as getting sick with a broken collarbone, but still sick nontheless. I was glad to be back to work, especially since our bills were piling up, but getting up at 4am again was a challenge. And working nightshift was an even bigger challenge. (Still is, by the way...)

My shoulder still wasnt completely healed, but I was just glad to get that horrible brace off of me. To be able to blowdry my hair again was great! The little things that I never thought anything of, even pain in the butt things, are nice to be able to do if you can't do them for a while.

Now, on with Christmas and baby Lincoln!

Well, we didn't really do Christmas this year, with me being on disability and Eli losing hours at work. Christmas isn't for presents and all the craziness that goes on in shopping centers though. I think the past few years we all went overboard with it and it was great to really reflect on the real reason for the season. God sent his son, that He would die for our sins. I can't imagine even sending one of my animals, let alone my child, to die his death in the horrible manner that Christ died. How thankful I am for His death on the cross.

I ended up with a nasty sinus infection right before Christmas and wasn't able to attend the Christmas eve service at church. I then had to work on Christmas day, the day after and the 27th as well. All I did was sit in a guardshack all day long sick, twiddling my thumbs in complete boredom.

On Saturday, the baby started moving and my stomach was churning away. There wasn't any kicking, just wierd movement. Eli laughed and said it was probably just gas, but within 2 days, my pants would'nt button anymore. I had my 16 week doctors appointment a few days later, and sure enough, the baby had moved up quite a bit. Crazy...

So maternity clothes, here I come!

October 13, 2009

Well, I had been sick as a dog, thinking that the Vicodin they gave me for pain was causing it. Whoa was I wrong. Turns out I was 6 weeks pregnant... All I could think was "really?? now?"
It's not a whole lot of fun to have morning sickness, or all day sickness in my case, with a broken collarbone. And now, I can't have anything for pain except tylenol. You have got to be kidding me! Needless to say I felt pretty sorry for myself, again looking at the glass half empty. I wasn't able to go back to work because the company doctor wouldn't release me. So now, I am on disability, I have horrid all-day morning sickness, I can't even dress myself, and I have to wear the most uncomfortable figure 8 brace for the next 6-8 weeks! How was I supposed to look at the positive?

Here are the positive aspects of all of this now that I look back on it all:

1- God created a precious life inside me, and we are going to finally be parents :)
2- Since I am on disability, I don't have to be sick at work, where there isn't a bathroom very close to where I am
3- I am getting waited on hand and foot by a very sweet and understanding husband.
4-I got to get a new car, and sold my beater truck that doesn't have power steering, and even if I could drive it for a few more months, the steering wheel doesn't move and my belly wouldn't fit in there soon anyway.
5- We ate out a lot and I got to choose whatever I wanted :)
6-Family and friends came to visit and helped out with Diamond and such things.
7-I got to steal Eli's recliner for a whole month!
8-I got a much needed vacation :D
9-Bubble baths, lots of them
10- I am going to be totally fine in just a few weeks, because I am young and healthy, and God heals those in need.

So even though I was pretty pathetic for those 7 weeks, I realized all this other stuff and it doesn't seem like it was that bad anymore. And if I can deal with a broken collarbone for this long with no vicodin, I'm sure that a few hours of labor can't be that bad... right?

October 2009

On Friday, Oct 2nd I believe, I took my horse out for a ride. I got her brushed down and before I put her saddle on, I looked at her feet and saw that they were a little on the long side. "It will be okay, I'm not going to ride hard or for very long so we should be fine.

30 minutes later I was in the dirt, not able to move my right arm because of the excruciating pain. Diamond was bleeding a little bit also, but she was okay other than that as far as I could tell. The neighboor saw me fall, and he asked if I was okay. I was crying and I told him that I thought so.

I called Eli, my husband, but he was about 30 minutes away. I then called some friends that I hoped were closer by. (For those of you who do not know me in person, you don't know that I have a horrible tendancy to pass out when things like this happen... shots, small injuries, or dehydration usually does it for me lol)

There are two other horse at the place I was riding and I had locked them up so that I could ride Diamond. Well... they didn't stay locked up for long. (I'll also mention that everytime I have gone over to this place these two horse have kicked at me and tried to bite me.) They managed to unlatch their gate and they made a beeline for us. Knowing what these two were capable of, my adrenaline kicked in and I was able to shimmy myself up a lot faster that I thought!

I held Diamond's reigns as I shimmied through the panels to get away from the two, but was worried about what kinds of shenannigans they would pull with her. Thank God two friends of mine showed up. I wasn't able to unsaddle her or anything, I was totally useless, and a blubbering idiot. They were able to get her put away and cleaned up so that Eli and I could rush to the ER.

I walked into the ER smelling of horse poo and mud, and the pain was only getting worse since my adrenaline was wearing off. They took xrays, and woohoo, a broken collarbone. They told me to really watch where I walked because if I were to trip, the broken piece would probably pierce the skin. They tried to give me an Ibuprofen shot but i wouldn't let them, in fear that I would pass out because of the shot, and the bone would pierce the skin.

What a day... and we still had to go to out company doctor to see if I could come to work, and run around for prescriptions. Totally miserable, I thank God for friends who were able to get there quickly and help, I thank Him that I was wearing my riding helmet, and thank Him that it didn't end up MUCH worse.

As I look back on this day, I realize the mistakes that I made before even hopping on my sweet horse, and I realize how God looks out for me on a daily basis. And when all this was happening all I could see was how much pain I was in, not that I was going to be fine, and that I should be praising Him that I wasn't worse off.

The story gets better with the next post :) Ill leave it at that