Look Who's Running Thangs

***From July***

My baby shower was scheduled for July 12, 2009. My crew put in a LOT of work, because they love me. I am so blessed to have such good friends! God does answer prayers. So that week, we had been doing a lot of last minute prep and what not. We were also getting ready for the Dove Awards at the church. This was our first annual "Grammys". Everyone dressed up, there was a red carpet, awards were actually being given out. Fun times. So all week, Me and KL were shopping for a dress for her daughter J. On Monday or Tuesday, I started having a weird, very thin discharge. I googled it (of course) and had lots of conflicting info. I ignored the obvious (amniotic fluid!) and settled on it being just a general discharge. So I went on as usual. My plan was to deliver in Providence's Alternative Birthing Center so I could do it naturally. Yeah right. I also knew that I could not deliver there if I was early. The baby was not due until August 8. All week long, I just kept ignoring the moisture. I was really trying to get to this shower!

That Wednesday, my cousin braided my hair. I couldn't be caught looking like a boogerwolf. She and her husband kept saying "I don't know, Yo. You look funny. You keep making noises! I don't think you're gonna make it till the 8th!" I'm like whatevs, I got things to do. But, all day as I was shopping, I had a headache, and just felt generally weird.

Fast fwd to Friday. I'm on the phone with Tiff and she keeps asking me what I feel like. She's like "You keep saying ooh and making noises!" I'm like"Yeah but it just feels weird." She goes on to tell me that I'm having contractions, and she has been timing my oohs and they are exactly 3 minutes apart. I wasn't hurting though, so I thought I was ok! She jumps on the freeway and is here in a few hrs. She looks at me and says "are you sure you don't hurt?" I'm like bah! I'm cool! Saturday rolls in, and I really didn't have an appetite and was just generally feeling strange. So, we are at the grocery store and as I'm walking to the car, I felt some extra wetness. I'm like oh, what the heck?? We get back to the house, I get out of the car and look at my pants. They look a little wet. Again, I'm thinking this is just discharge! We get dressed and go to the Dove Awards. Here's my red carpet pic.



So, we're chilling in the award ceremony. I was nominated for singer of the year! My homie HW got it, which was cool with me. So I'm sitting there, and I just feel damp. I felt a small gush...I get up and I'm kinda speed walking to the bathroom. Pastor Fellicia asked me why was I running and I said "I feel moist." I go to the bathroom, and I don't really see anything worse than I had been seeing all week. However, I was noticeably damp. I went and got Tiff and that's when it all hit the fan. I'm like ok, we gotta go. My crew is surrounding me, I'm trying to eat salami and cheese off of the refreshment table, Quida is keeping me calm as usual, Tiff is like LET'S GO, P is like what are you gonna do, KL is doing her Doula voice (google it), Indi is eating fruit, Cita is fussing, it was chaotic. All I could think about was the shower. We leave, I call the dr, she's like "take your butt to the hospital and let me know what they say. Or they will call me and let me know." I go. Well, first we went to Target. Then I went home, and we left.

I'm admitted somewhere between 9 and 10. I get up to the ABC and the nurse was a jerk. So she's like, how long has this been going on? I'm trying tell them it started the day before or so...They're like, I don't know...let's call your dr, our swab test says it's definitely amniotic fluid. She calls me back and says "I need you to go over to regular labor and delivery right now." I go.

So apparently, I've been in labor for like 3 or 4 days. The nurse says "I talked to your dr. She's on her way. You are having this baby today. I'm going to give you a little Pitocin, because you are leaking amniotic fluid. We have to get the baby out for it's safety."

Prior to her getting there, another dr comes in to check me. She looks familiar. We are both looking at each other and say "I know you." I think about it, and it's one of my customers from Chase, whom I took care of VERY WELL. She recognized me and we did the whole screaming/hug thing. She was about to CHECK ME.

*Let this be a lesson, treat everyone well. You truly don't know whose hands you might end up in. LITERALLY.*

So, she checks me and is like "oh yeah, you're gonna have this baby." The nurse brings the Pitocin up and adds it to my IV, and tells me she's only gonna put it on 1 to start, and we'd see if it needed to increase.

We're all chilling in the room: P, Bren, KL, Donna, Tiff, Ma. Ma leaves, Donna is in and out, we're watching Dance Your Ass Off, and chilling. I'm talking smack as usual and at 3:40 am I said "yeah cause that was AAAGGGH!!!" The first major contraction hit. It felt like a Mack truck driving through my body. At that point, I still hadn't decided whether or not I was going to get an epidural. It had felt like I was just having cramps before, but this was something far greater. It was almost an unnatural kind of pain, probably because of the Pit. I really think I might have been able to do it naturally, or at least go for much longer without the epi, because I had been having contractions all that time and didn't know it. Like I said, it really just felt like cramps. So the contractions keep coming, enter Betty K, she does the check and says I'm ready for the epi. It's about 5 am. Now I'm waiting for the anesthesiologist. I'm irritated. I don't like pain. I ask the nurse How much longer before he gets here? She says 10 minutes. I angrily say I don't have 10 minutes. I pray. He comes. He does it. I'm good. I go to sleep.

Around 7:45 - 8 am, I wake up, it's time. At least that's what they tell me. P and Dr M suit up. KL is doing her Doula thing, talking all soothingly and trying to get me to breathe and be calm and all that. Now everybody is trying to amp me up, like you can do it, get ready, come on you can do it, yada yada. I'm somewhere in lala land in my mind because now I'm scared as hell. At 8:20, I start pushing. Part of the problem is this epidural, because I can't really feel below, but I'm being told push from here, push from there. This is where mind control comes in, because I really couldn't feel clearly. I'm trying to have this baby out in 20 minutes. I couldn't even really feel when I was having a contraction - again, this beautifully flawed epidural. Finally Dr M says "Yolanda. Stop watching the clock. You can't time this." So I stop. I push. I rest. I breathe. I'm annoyed. KL is telling me to get angry at the pain. I told her I couldn't, because I was too tired. There was water everywhere. I felt gross. I wanted it to be over and I was having a hard time getting over the mind barrier. Once he's out, he ain't going back. Life is officially changed. At that point all I could really do was pray. I shifted my mind frame, and pushed. P was "push! I see the head! Aww baby I see hair! Push him out! I can see the hair, you're almost there!" Bren was holding my legs on one side, KL was on the other side, and I pushed and pushed, and P pulled him out.

Our baby boy.
He delivered our baby boy.

At 9:03 am, PLC Jr. entered the world.
I officially became a mother.
It was the strangest feeling in the world.

P cut the cord, they gave him to me, and I was kind of somewhere else. KL was on the job, we had told her exactly how we wanted things to go, and she made it happen. Everyone should have a Doula. If nothing else, they make sure things go like they're supposed to and they fight for you. But I digress. When he came out, the first thing I did was touch my stomach so I could feel it flat again. They bathed him and gave him to P, and he brought him over to me, and the rest is history.

Obviously, I didn't make it to the shower! He came that day. I said he was coming July 20. He came July 12. He was he baby I saw in my dream. My son. Our son.

Waterworld

So...

Tuesday, I started feeling bladder infection type symptoms, which was weird because I had just finished a round of antibiotics for a UTI that was discovered at my last dr. visit...and I didn't have any symptoms for it. That's twice. Anyway, I send P to get some Azo and I start taking them on Tuesday. I felt better but on Wednesday, I was really feeling bad and my back was starting to hurt, so I made an appt to see my dr the next am. P went to church and I stayed home, and could NOT get comfortable at all on the couch, so I turned everything off and went and laid in the bed. I crawled around the bed in pain until I could not take it anymore. I called my dr and told her I couldn't take it and I wanted to go to the hospital. Which is something I don't really do. I called P and told him to come home and take me, and he knew I must be jacked up because I would not call him to take me, I would just go, but furthermore, I wouldn't go.

I get there and I wanted to cry, it hurt so bad. They send me upstairs to labor and delivery from the ER and the drama began. By the time the nurse was taking blood from my hand and BLEW IT (her words, not mine) I was hurting SO BAD. Then, my hand was killing me from her trying to put an IV in it. She took 3 tubes of blood from there. Then after she blew the vein, she put the iv in my arm and I just wanted to die. My back was killing me and now my hand AND my arm, it was horrible. At that point, I did cry some. Then they kept asking me if I was having contractions. I said no. The monitor said I was, though. Then they check me and tell me i'm 2 cm dilated. Long story short, they tell me I have a kidney infection and i'm going to be there till FRIDAY.

Then they doped me up. I put P out at midnight and slept. And slept. And slept. All the next day. All night. I was so gone off of whatever they gave me, I told him I didn't want to feel like that ever again. The painkiller was making me throw up. I threw up everything I ate while I was there. Then when my dr came on Thursday, as soon as she walked in the room, I hurled again. She said "you may have to stay till Sunday". I was not having that! I hurried up and put on my big girl face. I told the nurse not to give me anymore of whatever it was she gave me before. I don't like being in the hospital!! I got a bunch of instructions and pills, and I convinced them I was ready to go home. Actually, I was just tired of being there, plus I felt better. My dr's sister came (she's a dr too, and they have a WONDERFUL practice, Physicians for Women. Google them.) and she decided I was well enough to go home. MAN!!!!!!

So let me tell you what really happened, so you don't do this!!

I, in my infinite wisdom, decided that I had a yeast infection. I tried to do a 1 day Monistat. BAD MOVE. I messed up putting it in and had the cream everywhere. Well, looks like some cream got in the wrong spot and traveled up. (IT WAS EVERYWHERE.) On top of that, I had a CRAZY allergic reaction to it and my girl (yes, her) swole up something horrible. I remembered Tiff saying one of our friends had that same reaction so I googled it and figured out to take Benadryl, which fixed it. 2 days later? Kidney infection. Traveling bacteria. Be careful with the 1 day stuff! I think it was waaay too strong for me, and apparently lots of other people too. Also, it probably would have helped if I had done it right.

Things were cool up until this point. BE CAREFUL!
Shout out to Nurse Abernathy at Beaumont! She knows how to hook up an IV!!!

It's Been A Long Time...I Shouldn'ta Left You...

Yeah, yeah, I know it has been a while. I've had so much going on. I am 31 weeks now. Funny how time flies when you're having fun. Right now I am watchin this story about China's Elephant Man. This is so sad!!! Neurofibromatosis. WTF that has got to be from the pit of hell. Anyway what's been going on? Well...

-The vomiting came back
- I still look good : )
-We moved into a big a house
-I'm finally getting used to the idea of a baby
-I have bad allergies
-I am still wearing heels
-Sometimes it feels like my legs are going to detach from my body
-Moving while pregnant was horrible.

I had my glucose test last week. I had to drink this thing that was like an orange pop. The test is supposed to determine if you have gestational diabetes, which I'm pretty sure I don't have. Everything else has been good. There's really not been anything exciting, except for the fall I took last Sunday. I fell up the steps in the new house. I slid into the fridge on my knee and elbow. I must have gotten up too fast because about 10 minutes later, I was still trying to cook my chicken and I kind of fell out and hit my head on the dishwasher. I tried to play it off like I was ok but I was scared to death. I've never seen P so worried. But, I'm ok. If anything it felt like it knocked some sense into me.

I have not gained a lot of weight - I'm still not at my "fat" weight. I'm around 185. It's all boobs and baby. Right now I don't feel as wide as I have before...my pants son't like to stay up but I would look crazy wearing a belt with them. I can't wait to get back into my clothes.

How are they going to fix this man?

I'm watching the baby move around in my stomach. I don't really have a any fat, it's ALL baby.

So, I guess I haven't blogged because there isn't really anything exciting happening! And no news is good news. I'm still ridiculously worried about things I can't do anything about. I worry about this baby all the time and hope I am not doing/eating/drinking/taking/saying anything that would damage him or her. I PRAY for a healthy, happy, non crying baby and a SPEEDY delivery. I notice I'm more emotional lately. I still hope the baby comes on 7/20, my grandma's b-day. I think that's going to be the baby's b-day too.

The shower is going to be on July 12. That should be fun. We're doing the Zen theme. I think we are going to have a good time. I am going to try to stop worrying. People have babies every day. These young girls make it look so easy but sadly I think most of them are jacked up anyway. I don't want to be an average mother. I want to be a good one.

I'm on bi-weekly doctor's appointments now. I'll post after the next one!

Cravings!

I'm craving foods that do not exist in Michigan, like Polish Boys and Romanburgers.

This is a Romanburger. You can get one from Mr. Hero. Along with a Hot Buttered Cheesesteak!

So tasty and delicious! I may try to make some for dinner but they don't have this kind of bread in Michigan either. It's Orlando Bread. So there's 2 burgers, with swiss american cheese, topped with grilled genoa salami and grilled italian luncheon loaf, served on a bed of lettuce, onions, and tomato with a sprinkle of oil and spice, and MAYO. AWESOMENESS ON A BUN.

This, my friends, is a Polish Boy. Complete with obligatory fries with sauce.

This beautiful creation is a smoked sausage, preferably deep fried, placed in a bun, topped with fries, bbq sauce, and cole slaw. MMM mmm good. DELISH.

The best ones are also served on Orlando Bread. That's a Cleveland thing too. OMG!! I just read online that I can buy it here at Busch's market!!! And Hollywood Markets!!!

For some odd reason, I am also craving Pineapple Faygo. I can't get enough of it! That and Dr. Pepper, which goes great with honey buns. Specifically, Little Debbies. I could drink the Pineapple Faygo by the gallon, though. It is SOOO GOOD.

What else...ice cream sandwiches. Which is odd, because I am very lactose intolerant.

I'm hungry now. Time to go eat!

Flutteriffic

So, I finally felt the flutter. I felt it Saturday night but I wasn't sure if that was what it was or not. I just felt it again, and I'm sure. It felt...weird. Almost as if the way I was sitting, I was smooshing the kid, and it wanted me to move up off of him! or her. If I could have heard it, you know that sound your big wheel made? Or that sound the wheel makes on the Price is Right? Or, a card in bicycle spokes? I think that's what it would have sounded like. But slower.

So now, I'm more on top of the hormone thing. I find that the worst thing you can do, though, is call me before 9 am. Now, I don't have the patience for court shows anymore. The ignorance is appaling. I am trying to not flip out as much as I want to. I just find myself saying things sometimes and being very short tempered. I don't have it totally conquered but I'm doing better.

I'm still not ready, though.

A sad day

I don't know if I am completely hormonal or what.
I have been through the gamut of emotions today.

I am seriously worried...I guess because I look at my life and wonder how am I going to raise a kid if I don't have a concept of what to do with my own life?

How am I going to raise a child if I have no idea what to do with my own life?

I am tired of going from one idea to the next.
I don't even want to go to church tonight, because I don't feel like I want to keep hearing the message. It does not seem to be panning out for me.

I'm not saying that God is not at work in my life, because I know He is. I'm just tired of not knowing what move to make next. I keep asking Him what is my purpose and I'm not getting an answer.

I feel kinda...worthless? I'm not working, I can't make any of the moves I'd like to, and I feel like I have no power. And, I have no money. This I cannot deal with.

Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow. For now I need to take a nap.

I told yall it was cold.

I hate Monica Conyers. She represents all that's wrong with the city of Detroit, along with the rest of the inept city council. Until there is a changing of the guard, NOTHING will change. Damn shame. I can't believe she killed that Cobo deal. I would love to see her in the street and take whatever punishment I will undoubtedly get for what I am going to undoubtedly do to her. Picture Pumkin vs. New York. Yes, ima do that.

Only 5% of registered Detroit residents voted today in the primary...TO SEE WHO THEY WILL ALLOW ON THE MAYORAL BALLOT. This election cost the city $2.5 million.

I'm moving back home.

It's so cold in the D!

Tomorrow, I go back to the doctor. I am 16 weeks this week. On Friday, the baby decided to show itself to the world...I happened to be wearing horizontal stripes. I was told "It's official. You are pregnant." No crap. If I didn't know by now, then all the puking and sickness I've been feeling was a tell tale sign!



So, today, I decided I want a bunny. P said ok. Yay!!! I want this one.









How cute is this little guy??????



Anyway, here's some things I'd like to discuss today.


1. Why do people think that because I don't have a "job" right now, that I have time to take care of their personal business? I'm not working because I am knocked up and laid off...which means I need to get PAID. I don't and won't work for free! I am not a personal assistant! I HAVE A BABY TO FEED.


2. I don't really like talking on the phone that much. I don't mind every now and again, but as a general rule, I just don't talk on the phone like that. So, if I don't answer the phone, that does NOT mean keep calling me back...especially if we don't talk often. Especially if you leave a message every time you call. Especially if you also text me several times. STOP IT. Like the message says, I will call you back at MY earliest convenience. If it happens to be 3 days later, then so be it!


3. I wish I had a pager. Instead of a cell phone. A pager that I could make calls from...wait...I guess that is what I have, since I don't answer the phone.


4. How the F does a person with NO JOB not qualify for WIC? I don't believe this. All that money I paid in taxes over the years, and now when a nigga needs some cheese, I can't get any? I can't get a gallon of Lactaid? A can of tuna? NOTHING? Ok...can I get that cash back then? Because now, I NEED it.


5. Does anyone ever notice, while watching the court shows, the facial reactions of the people in the audience? Especially when they are talking to each other? Or when they don't believe or are disgusted with the lies either party is telling? That can be funnier than the actual case itself. Judge Karen is such a lady. Judge Marilyn Milian is going to jump off the bench and kick someone's behind one day.


6. I cannot stand the guy that does the Everest institue commercials. "You're on the phone all day anyway! Don't do it for me, do it for yourself!" Ol wack nigga. He looks like he is older than he portrays, and his baseball caps are too small for his head. He might as well be saying "you ain't doing $ anyway but watching these court shows, making grilled cheese sandwiches and talking on the phone!"


7. Speaking of daytime tv, why are their court shows on BACK TO BACK, ALL DAY? And I seem to watch the majority of them. In the 90's it was talk shows all day. Jerry Springer, Ricki Lake, Sally Jesse, etc. Now, the morning starts with People's Court, then Divorce Court/Judge Hatchett, then Judge Karen, then Cristina's Court, then Divorce Court/People's Court again, then Judge Alex/Judge Jeanine Pirro, then Judge Judy at 4. Then it's time for P to get off of work so I have to get up and pretend I've done something productive all day. In addition to the court shows, there's a lot of commercials for personal injury lawyers and rapid tax filing services...see a pattern here?


8. Cleveland has much better Chinese Food than Detroit. Hands down. And what's the deal with batter dipped shrimp? There's only 1 place I know of at home that has that...Carribean Sea. The place where they have white island people working during the day, and black people from 3-close. I need breading on my shrimp, not foam. Who does that?


Last question - what's up with folks and their sense of entitlement?

Finally....I never knew people lied so much until I started watching all these darn court shows. The world is full of liars!

20 Questions

We will get to the 20 questions in a minute. First, I need to adress something, and no, not the Chrihanna scandal. That'll be the first post on another blog of mine.

So, apparently, this kid likes to eat. Q has been harassing me about not eating. The truth is, I just really don't have much of an appetite. It's almost as if I can't tell when I'm hungry. I have always been the type, though, that has to have a "taste" for something in order to eat. This may be a result of the ulcer I began developing at 14, combined with when I used to be plus sized. I lost 75 lbs., and I think it had a weird psychological effect. Anyhoo, I normally don't eat till after 1 pm or so. I just don't want to, and the thought of breakfast food kind of disgusts me. This week, however, I decided to do something different. Q has been reminding me to eat, in the am. When I see a text asking me how I feel/did I eat, I kind of just go and eat something. I couldn't go back to sleep after Phil left this morning, so I got up and cleaned some and went to McDonalds and had a steak bagel. I FEEL GREAT. I ate the whole thing. And the hash brown. Why doesn't McDonalds sell hash browns all day? I would rather order those than fries sometimes. There is a McD's in the hood that sells breakfast all day. ANYWAY, The point is, on the days that I ate within a few hours of getting up, I have felt good. No nausea, no vomiting, no headache...maybe now I can gain some weight, instead of losing, like I have been lately.

I almost feel like a fat ass though, forcing myself to eat. That's where I think the psycho babble comes in. I seem to equate eating with getting chunky and in my mind, I can NEVER be 215 again. I have to remember I'm feeding the kid. I was really hoping I would not be a nut case during this pregnancy but apparently I am. Who has to talk theirself into eating? Am I anorexic?

I finally had a craving last night. One of those where I had to get up and go get what I wanted. What was my craving for?

A Dr. Pepper. It was DELICIOUS.

A new favorite? Edy's slow churned (1/2 fat!!!) Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream. Sent straight from Heaven. I still don't like cheesecake though, and thank God there are no cheesecake hunks in this.

I love eggs, I mean LOVE THEM, but I can't stand the thought of them right now. I hope I start liking them again! Because I really love them. I guess the kid does not. I also recently found out my mom does not like them, or will only eat them scrambled with cheese. I never knew that! She's so different.

Are my taste buds kind of off kilter? Things just don't seem to taste like I remember them tasting. Like cheese. It's like nothing has enough salt. Is this normal? Will this change?

Are my boobs going to shrink back down?

Why do my hip joints hurt all the time now? And my tailbone? Am I sitting too much?

Is it odd that I am not even considering natural childbirth, or any aspect of it? NOT AN OPTION.

Why does my hair stink (to me)? I want to shampoo every other day.
WHY IS MY SCALP SO DRY????

Why do I smell myself all the time? I almost give up on deoderant. Can anyone else smell me?

Why am I so easily annoyed?

Why does this take 9 months? I guess you get that long so you can get used to the idea.

Shop Till You Drop

I LOVE my MIL. She is bonafide. She decided that I needed a new wardrobe. Monday, I was laying around on the couch as usual, not feeling that great, when she called and told me to get dressed, we were going shopping.

This lady, this lady.

We go to 12 oaks, to this boutique that her an my lil niece saw one day, Belli Couture. Their stuff has high as a doggone Georgia Pine! Why on earth would I pay $100 plus for maternity jeans? Come to find out, as I was eavesdropping, that they actually buy regular designer jeans and sew their own panels on them! Who knew?? So yeah, they ranged from $100-200. RIDONKULOUS.

From there, I got a really cute jacket, a nice shimmery yellow summer top, a nice striped thin sweater, and a BELLA BAND!!! Those jokers are $30 each! I'm like, whoa.

Then, we went to my favorite store...JC Penneys. I LOVE Penneys!!! That's where I really did some damage. I got 4 pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, and like 4 tops. I have a wardrobe. God is good. Lord knows I am broke as a joke! And all of my pants are fitting funny. I have not gained any weight, I have actually been losing. That has not stopped the girls from growing out of control. I can't button my pants lately...but my butt feels smaller.

Next, I need to restock on loungewear. I just wanted to take this small opportunity to say THANKS NANA!!!! The baby LUUUUUVVVVVSSSSS you! And I do too!!!

Oh... she did take the opportunity to tell every single person we met that I was expecting.
Including the hostess at Red Lobster.

She told EVERYBODY.
Gotta love her!

The Today Show

Today is not a good day. One recurring theme that I would like to go away is this damn sickness. I AM SOFAKING TIRED OF BEING SICK. I have never thrown up so much in my LIFE. EVERY DAY. I did get a break from last week, until yesterday, when I started the puke/nosebleed thing. WTF? Nobody told me about that. On top of it all, I now have a sinus infection. And more nosebleeds. And much more vomiting.

This whole time, I have not puked food once. Not once. Until today. I'm already puking up all the phlegm I seem to be digesting in my sleep. So, after that, I get in the shower and wash my hair. For whatEVER reason, there's not a lot of pressure coming from the shower. I think the shower head may have a lot of calcium deposits but that's another problem for another day. I never feel clean enough if the water isn't steaming hot or the pressure is not right. But I digress. Anyway, I get out of the shower, decide not to do my hair, but to finally eat something. I make a bologna sandwich and grab an apple and a bottle of water. The sandwich was so good. I drank some water, then took a pill to kill this headache, and then it all promptly came up. NOT FUN.

I had already called my dr this morning, responding to a message she left me last night. She ened up calling me back right on time, and I told her what all was going on, she told me what to do for the sinuses and also to not try and eat any real food. I need some chicken soup. I'm waiting on UPS and Fed Ex to deliver some stuff I ordered. As soon as they come, I'm out. I'M HUNGRY!!!!

And, I'm damn tired of being sick. The baby is on punishment! Until it comes out!!!

With every beat of my heart...

I went back to the doctor last Wednesday. As of last Friday, I am 13 weeks. WOW!!! I got to hear the baby's heartbeat.

swish
swish
swish
swish
swish!

I cried. It was so touching. And weird! The reality of it all is getting bigger and bigger. I was very excited to hear it. The next time I go baxk, it will be time for the Ultra-ultrasound. This time, we get to look and make sure the baby has all of his or her parts, but...I do NOT want to know what it is. I want to be surprised. I want me and Phil and the baby to meet at the same time. I want the baby to hear it's name from us, first.

I am really having a baby.

The 2nd First Doctor's Visit

So, I never got around to posting about the "real" first doctors appt. My aunt found this doctor for me, after the HF debacle. She works in one of the offices in the medical building and had a baby not too long ago herself. She is SO SWEET! So here's how the visit went.

I got there, the waiting room was nice, bright and cheery. Lots of magazines and things to read, a nice tv that was broadcasting baby related info. So...I go in the back, they take my vitals and I drop a sample in the cup. I go back and we begin to talk. She answered ALL of my questions, I even had an ultrasound!!! I got a chance to see my dot. That's what the baby looked like. A dot. Or some mucus. But...it's my baby.

So anyway, I'm due August 8, 2009. I'm excited!!!