We had an interesting day yesterday.  Mike took Shelby for a good thirty minute bike ride (where she had a small tumble).  Shortly after they got home she asked if she could rollerskate.  I said she could skate with me to the mailbox, so she went and got her skates and sat down in the livingroom to put them on.  Her and Mike went to go get her helmet which was left outside after the bike ride.  She aparently slipped on the door frame, and I heard the tumble and the cry.  Mike picked her up and brought her back to the couch, where she calmed down in a matter of seconds, and snuggled into some Daddy Comfort.  I asked him what happened and he said she fell on her butt.  Shelby says "No Daddy, I hit my head."  Mike says he didnt see her hit her head (and he was right there and saw her fall).  I asked if she wanted her ice pack. (both kids have one for owwies.  Shelby has an Ariel one and she picked out a Lighting McQueen one for Boy)  She says yes, so I get it and Mike held it to where she said it hurt, and he didnt notice anything. 

Shelby and I head out to walk to the mailbox, after she decided that she didnt want the skates.  She's running around and dancing in circles.  I tend to....pet (I dont know how better to put it) her head a lot, and I did it and felt that there was a bump. 
I said "Oh wow Shel, you really hit your head hard!" 
She says "Yeah.  It hurt."
I moved her hair around to get a look at the bump and instead am met with a bloody mess.  I freaked out a little at first cause I couldnt see how bad it was and ran Shelby back inside.  Mike met us in the kitchen and asked what was wrong.  I said that Shelby was a lot tougher then we thought, and I set her on the counter and showed him the back of her head.  We cleaned it up with some water and an ice cube, while all the while Shelbys just sits there. 

We called Mikes dad for an opinion, becuase we thought that maybe it needed stitches.  What made it look worse I think, was the fact that it wasnt just a gash, but that the bump of it made it gap more.  I had seen smaller cuts end up with stitches from my time at Tutor Time, and knowing that we had an urgent care near by (and thats saying a lot for Queen Creek) we decided that it would be better to take her then to not take her.  Plus I started worrying about MRSA.  If she got MRSA from a tiny little pimple, who's to say she wouldnt get it from this open wound?

When we got there the receptionist said that if stitches were needed, that we would need to go elsewhere, as they dont stitch there.  She took a look at it and said that she could almost garanteethat stitches were needed.  I asked her if we should just travel onward, andshe said to let the doctor see it, maybe it could get away with bieng glued.  Mike made a joke about having glue at home,but the lady didnt find it amusing.

Shelby and Mike played with some silly putty that I had in my purse.  You may call my purse a black hole, I call it being prepared!  We didnt have to wait very long, as there was only one other person in the waiting room.  We went back and got checked out, and then got moved to a 'procedure' room.  The doctor came in and was very nice and friendly.  He took a look at it and was very gentle.  He said he was gonna clean it with some Hibacleanse.  I mentioned to Mike that we have some of that at home somewhere, and then told the doc about her MRSA.  His face changed and he said that makes it a bit different.  He went back and forth and back again on weather to say stitches were needed. 

He said that the wound would benifit from the stitches, but that he didnt think that given the placement of the cut (lower on the head, and buried under long hair) it wasn't worth putting her through the trauma of stitches.  Since Mike and I agreed that we didn't care about a scar that hard to see, that we felt ok with not getting stitches.  The doc said that if it was on pretty much any other place on her body, he would go with the stiches.

As he was cleaning it, he was trying to be gentle, but still clean it properly.  I was holding Shelbys forehead while she leaned over for him to clean it cause it was an awkward position for her to be in (throughout this by the way, she is playing with the silly puttyin her lap.  I would have loved a photo of this but Mike doesnt like me taking photos in these situations)
I mentioned to her "How are you not even wincing?!" 
The doctor looks up and says "I know!!  I have never had a young patient act like this?  She is amazing.  She must have a very high pain tolerance!"  he then asks her "How'd you get so tough?" 
Shelby then answers "Im not that tough.  I cried."
Cant say that Shelby doesnt have some humility.

We were given a prescription for the anti-biotics that she was on with her MRSA, just to be on the safe side.  We also bought some Go-gurts for her since the doc said that yogurt can help against the medicine upsetting her stomach.

The photo was taken (because Shelby wanted to see the owwie) after we got home from getting the medicine, so this was after it was all nice and clean.  Mike thinks the photo makes the cut look worse, but I think it makes it look less severe.  But im thinking thats cause you have to know that I do not have dainty little fingers :-)

Im hoping after this, for a rather UNEVENTFUL March....please?

PS:  Shelby now thinks that in addition to us calling her ScarButt, we can call her ScarHead too.

Shelby hasnt really had an estabished doctor since she was about two. Figuring with the baby coming, and her needing to get ready for school, it was time to find one. For the last year and a half or so I have taken Shelby to a Pediatric Urgent Care, becuase the copay was the same as a Dr appointment.
We found a nice looking one only 10 minutes from the house, so we made an appointment about a week ago for today. I knew that Shelby would be getting shots, so I was trying to prepare her for them. The only problem was I think I prepared her too well, becuase she started to get excited about them!!! I tried to explain that they hurt, but only for a second, and I also showed her on a tv show what a shot looks like. I told her that I thought she was tough and could handle it, because she barely flinched when they put the IV in the top of her hand when she was in the hospital. She spent this whole week telling me how tough she was.
We had the appointment today. She is 37 lbs and I think he said 42 inches tall, but now I cant remember. He said that she obviously had a good diet since she was nice and lean, and that she was on the taller side of the chart. Gotta love that she got Daddys body type and not mine.
We also spoke a little about the Boy, since this will be his doctor too. Mostly the doc just told me to give his card to the hospital, and that they would scheduale Boys first check up. And also that he can do the circumsision in his office as opposed to it being done in the hospital. I just always assumed it would be in the hospital, so I havent given that much thought.
Shelby was given an eye test and had 20/40 vision, but thats off of the kids chart which had things like hearts, boats and plus signs. I almost think she would have done better with the letters to tell you the truth. When you get far away that darn sailboat really does look like a triangle! So I guess I need to take her to get her eyes checked now. I do hope she doesnt need glasses.
Then the time came. Shots. She got all hyped up and said "I can do this mom. Im tough." I reminded her that tough didn't mean that she couldnt cry (she had been telling me all week that she wouldnt cry). If it hurt, she could cry. Tough meant being brave enough to get through it.
Well the poor kid was put through more of a gauntlet then I expected! She got 6 pricks!!! The first one was a finger prick for a blood analysis. The nurse pricked her finger and Shelby just kinda gasped and had the hurt face. But then it was over, except that she turned into a bleeder. We had to put two bandaids on and hold her hand above her head and she was still bleeding. So the nurse suggested washing her hand with cold water, and that did the trick. But obviously she still got bandaged up.
Then Shel was given the TB test, which got more of a reaction. She squirmed a little and gave an audible "Owwww" but no tears or pulling away. And I dont blame her cause that was a heck of a lot longer then the finger prick was. More time for the pain to register. Then it was time for the real shots. Instead of the two that I was expecting, she got 4. They had me remove Shelbys pants, and I told Shel that she was getting them in her leg because it hurt less. I was put a little on edge though when she had Shel lay down and me HOLD her down. The nurse did the first one and Shelby didnt cry but yelled "Ow!" and the just rapid fired the rest of them. Shelby did not cry until the last shot, and the nurse explained that they do that one last because it burns. I sat Shelby up and calmed her down in a few seconds, but then she got upset with herself for crying, and said that now she wasnt tough. I told her that just wasnt true. She was allowed to cry, and she didnt even cry till the last one! I told her most kids would have cried at the finger prick, and then cried the whole way through. The shots were so rapid fire that she didnt even get a chance to breath between them and I think that might work for most kids, who are throwing a fit. But for Shelby I think it would have been best to do two, pause, if only for like 5 seconds and let her breathe, then do the other two. But she got through it and was rewarded with shiny holographic bandaids. She was done crying in less then 30 seconds, but was pretty upset that she wasnt tough. But after a pep talk from Nana, and a call from Daddy telling her that she was indeed a tough girl, she felt much better. Ending it all with a "Now I can go to school cause I got my shots!!!" I also took her to Walmart and got her some new Aquadoodle pens since the pen seemed to have disapeared during the move and a kids meal from Burger King that had pink panther sunglasses as the toy. And I loved the fact that she always chooses the apples instead of the french fries :-)
In pregnancy news everything is fine and dandy. I am 29 weeks and measuring right on time, so my due date is still May 13th. I have a total wieght gain of.....2 lbs! In the beggining I lost almost 10 lbs due to food aversions and morning sickness. Once I was able to eat again ( I never threw up, I just couldnt eat) I went right back up to my pre preg wieght and stayed there up until about 2 weeks ago. At my appointment last week I showed 2 lbs up from my pre preg wieght and my doc says thats the only wieght that counts as gain to him. He doesnt count gaining the loss in the beggining, back as gain. Im cool with that anyway. I can deal with 2 lbs in almost 30 weeks, as a lot of the mothers in my pregnancy group have gained 30+ lbs in less weeks!!! I should be gaining about a lb a week now, so I am hoping that I do not go above 20 lbs. 10 would be perfect, but if it goes above that then I just hope it stays below 20. I only gained 20 with Shelby, and that was all in the end as well, although I started gaining earlier with her then I did with Boy.
And yes, we are still trying to find him a name. We are having a shower for him and Shelby. We are celebrating his arrival and Shelby becoming a big sister. We will be having the party on April 18th as long as nothing gets in the way. This is 3 weeks before my due date so I hope we are not cutting it too short. Shelby was born just a week after her shower (and she was 2 weeks early). I think I will reach my due date with boy though.

Poor Shelby.  She was so excited that we were going to Ikea today to get some shelving and storage for the playroom (we are trying to get it ready for Boy, with keeping non shared toys separate.  And more organized in general).  She LOOOOOVES the Smalland Play Center that they have there, and we do too because we are able to walk around, take our time for 2 hours, while she gets some good playtime it.
We get there and stand in line about 10 mins or so, and get her signed in.  We say good bye, and as we are going up the escalator we see her playing with the puppets, laughing with a group of kids.  We literally made it up the escalator and to the end of the second little "apartment" If you've been there you SHOULD know what I mean.  If not, then it was only like 200 feet (it wasn't even 5 minutes from saying goodbye to Shelby).  NOT FAR at all.  Mike gets this look on his face and pulls out the pager that they give the parents, which is buzzing.  So we head back downstairs and all I can think of, is in that time span only two things could have happened.  She got bit (cause I know she would never bite) or she threw up.  I have just gotten over the stomach flu, so her throwing up was what I was scared about.
As we get there we notice that a freakish amount of parents are there with buzzing pagers.  All frantically trying to find out what was wrong.  We never did find out WHAT it was other then they had to close done for an hour to clean (but this was not a scheduled cleaning) and none of the kids around me seemed to know.  We are guessing someone threw up, peed or pooped, or bled.  We figure something had to come out of some kid lol.
But how much of a bummer is that?  Poor Shelby was excited for 2 days for the trip to Ikea.  She gets less then 5 minutes?  If it had been me, I'd rather have never gone in.  It was like the cruelest tease ever.

I wrote in my pregnancy board how I found out that I was pregnant, since I never wrote it here, I figured better late then never.  I'll try to do a real update tomorrow.  PS  Gender announcment coming this week (for those that know already, I didnt want to announce it to the masses till it was confirmed at the 2nd US, since the tech wasnt too sure. So shhhhh.)

Michael and I had not actively been trying to get pregnant, but we werent exactly trying not to.  I was on the shot after Shelby was born, and once I went off of it, it took over a year for me to get my period back.  So I refused to go back on it, because ever since Shelby was 2 I have been working on Mike about having another child since I wanted them close together.  So I was afraid if I went back on it, then he would say "Lets do it" and I would have to wait a year to even try.

So here we are about 4 years after Shelby was born and we slowly stopped using the other forms of control.  It was unspoken that we were no longer stopping it from happening, but he didnt consider it trying (I certainly did LOL)

A few months of false alarms (periods that were a day late....yeah I jumped the gun a lot, and mid cycle bleeding twice that I thought could have been implantation bleeding)  it happened.  But after all the false alarms, it wasnt an absent period that made me think I was preggo.  It was boobs so painful I woke up in tears after laying on my stomach!!  Then some days later I missed my period.  I waited for 4 days before testing.  I finally made the decision to take the test.  Went out and bought one, brought it home and Mike waited to hear from me in the bedroom.  I set it down and stared at it.  And the positive result came up faintly........and no control window.  So not fair.  Mike didnt want me to go back out that night, telling me to get one in the morning. 

The next day was my moms birthday.  I told her the story of the night before and she got all happy.  She wanted me to walk across the street to the store and get another one.  I went to the dollar store on the way home and bought 2.  I had the intention of waiting till morning.  But when I got home, I looked in the trash and saw the test from the night before.  My control window had shown up!!!!!!  I took the tests immediatly and had very faint, but equal pluses on them.  I called Mike and told him, and kinda didnt get much of a reaction at all.  So I was petrifed when he came home.  But He kissed me, and then patted my tummy, and it was obvious that it was ok. 

 

Thats my story, and Im sticking to it. :-)

Had another dr appt today, with an ultrasound.  We learned that the baby is much bigger, I am due around May 13th, I am 9 weeks, and that makes me three months pregnant.  So in about 4 weeks I will start my second trimester and hopefully some of this nausea will go away.  Like I said before, its not horrible, I have yet to actually feel  like I was going to puke, but its kind of a constant "bleh" feeling that has its better, and worse moments, but doesnt really go away.  Although I have lost 4 pounds since my last appt two weeks ago, so maybe the nausea is a good thing lol.

The ultrasound tech gave Shelby her very own photo again wich she LOVED.  Im again, not going to post the photo cause unless you were there and saw it moving, it just looks like a blob.  The cysts on my ovarys have not changed, for the better or worse, I will have another ultrasound sometime in November.  I then went and had blood taken at a  lab, and the damn nurse couldnt find a vien, so what does she do?  Stickes the needle in anyway, and starts moving it around!!!!  OW!  When I said it hurt, she goes "Oh, we dont want you to hurt, lets try the other arm."  Did you honestly think sicking a needle in my arm and moving it around wasnt going to hurt?!?!  Dumbass.

Took Shel to a McDonalds to thank her for bieng so paitent (she spent the whole morning trying to behave in waiting rooms with only a Barbie doll) and we walk into the McDs only to find I chose one without a play place (didnt know there were non play place ones anymore) but when I ask Shel if she wants to go to a different one, she just sighs and says no, cause shes hungry.  So we sit there eating, being forced to listen to the buisness news people talk about the stock market and the big economic crash that was on the flatscreen.  Wasnt much of a reward lol.

We went out to dinner with Bonnie tonight.  Shelby was very excited to see her, and was her total goofball self.  Highlights include Shelby singing such classic hits as the "Reeeeeed Robin....YUM" song and "Rock Star".  Had all three of us in tears laughing.

Annnnnnnnnd I had something else to say, and have completely forgot it.  I'll figure it out later.

I was going through some old journal entries, trying to find a specific photo and ended up in an entry from October 2000.  Then a few years later, another unpleaseant entry from October.

I love Fall, and Halloween and the promise of the impending holidays.  Im not getting into it right now,  but if you knew him, you know why October isnt a good month.

So I had that pain in my right side, and the doctor that I had chosen, ignores me and tells me to go to the emergancy room.  I worried about it for a little over a week, because it hurt, but it didnt seem emergancy room worthy.  I asked my doctor again, and this time it was at least explained to me that the reason they couldnt see me was because the doctor was booked.  So I was gonna go to the emergancy room, becuase I was worried about ectopic pregnancy (where the egg plants in your tube, instead of the womb) because the pain was ONLY on the right side.  I really didnt want to go to the ER because it just wasn't THAT bad, and the copay was 150!

I called around to see if there were any doctors offices that could see me sooner then 2 weeks, because I wasnt going to be able to just chill out till I knew that the baby was in the right spot.  On my 5th, and decidedly last call before heading to the ER, I tell the lady my issue and she says "Oh no, you need to be seen right away.  Hold on a minute and let me ask the doctor what he thinks."  So I wait, thinking the doc is gonna say "Go to the ER" like everyone else.  A minute passes and the doctor is on asking me what the problem is.  The doctor actually got ON the phone!!!  This is a rarity in the medical world.  I tell him whats wrong and the first thing out out of his mouth is, "You need an utrasound to make sure its not ectopic.  Can you be here in 30 minutes?"

WAHHHH?  I say yes and head over there immediatly.  I go over there and fill out the paperwork, and he pops his head in the waiting room to say Hi and tell me it will be a few minutes.  I go in and he talks to me for a few minutes then sends me to ultrasound.  I had a vaginal ultrasound, which was......odd.  because the baby is too small to see the normal way.  We can see the baby is in the right spot, and that it has a beating heart.  Cant hear the heart beat yet, but seeing it beat was pretty cool.  The doctor said thats a great sign, because one you have a beating heart, the chance of miscarriage goes down.  Once we saw it was in the right spot, I told Shelby to come look.  (I kept her in the dark at first because I was afraid.  If it was in my tube, it would have been aborted because it cant grow)  She was pretty excited to see the baby.  The ultrasound chick even printed a photo out, just for her.  I'd post the photo, but it is seriously just a tiny speck.  I measured a week smaller then I thought,  which sucks, cause you hate to lose a week lol.

The tech found 3 4mm cysts on my left ovary (which was odd since it was my RIGHT side that hurt).  The doctor gave me a full exam and pushed on both ovarys, saying that if the pain was ovary or uterus related, I would have jumped off of the table.  We never did find an actual reason for the pain, but it actually disapeared slowly by the next week, and now its gone. 

But now I have a dr that has shown more concern and compassion then any dr I have ever known.  He has an all hours pager number, and said he will always see me at a moments notice if needed.  I have another ultrasound next week to keep an eye on my cysts.  He is not concerned about them, and thinks they will shrink as the pregnancy progresses.

The only sucky thing is he does not deliver at my hospital of choice, and the two he DOES deliver at, I dont want.  Tempe St Lukes doenst even have a maternity ward.  The baby is born and then you are shipped to a different hospital.  Uh, no.  And the other hospital, Im so far not liking becuase they do not allow video taping in the delivery room (my first born has a birth tape, I want my second child to have one too) and they have no internet in the recovery rooms.  That wouldnt be so bad, except that Gateway, where I want to deliver, DOES have free internet in the rooms, and I want to be able to post and send photos to family in other states right away (with Shelby we had photo messaging on our phones so we could send photos to email, we dont have that ability anymore).  We are going to tour both hospitals around December, and I'll make a final decision.  I'd like to have this dr (who specializes in high risk mind you) deliver, but I want to be happy in the hospital.  Maybe I am selfish.

This pregnancy is SO different from Shelbys.  Im nauseas almost all the time.  Luckily though I have yet to have a run to the bathroom moment, but its almost a never ending feeling of "ugh".  Im also still comfortably fitting into pre pregnancy pants.  With Shelby I was struggling to button my pants before I even knew of her.  Although I know that was probably bloating, but Im not having that as noticably with this one.

We applied to rent this great 4 bed 2 bath house in Queen Creek today.  If we get it, we will be moving into it in November.  The bedrooms (one for each kid AND a seperate playroom) are huge.  Kinda makes the living room smaller, but once all the toys are in a seperate room, it wont matter so much.  I cant wait to have our first Christmas tree!!!!  And a backyard lol.

Shelby got a huge scrape down her back tonight because she fell off of her slide and into the wall.  (cant wait till that thing goes outside, where it BELONGS!) It was an owie worth hysterical tears for sure.  She did the pain scream when it first happened, but by the time I ran upstairs she was already calmed down to whimpers.  I told her she was a tough girl.  She goes "Yeah, I am."

Ok, back to reading The Host (Mike got it for me for my birthday :-)

Titles are not my forte.

So I told the two girls that I design for about my pregnany today.  It was kind of wierd. Karen, I dont even know in "real life"  Ive never physically met her, we deal completely through the postal service and email lol. So everytime I tried to write it, it came out as some sort of excuse.  And with Christina I was a little worried cause when she made me her second shooter, I agreed to be open for shooting.  Now its not like I expected her to be like I have to keep my whole life open.  But when I found out it was due in May all I could think of is how many weddings are done in Febuary, April and May.  But they are both happy and supportive.  I knew they would be, but its nice to get it all out there. 

Mike made fun of me yesterday because when we were grocery shopping, I brought to the cart two cans of pineapple and a bottle of taco sauce.  Its not like I wanted to eat them TOGETHER!  But he's been making fun of me ever since.

I had more to write but I better get my butt to bed.  I have a full day tomorrow.

Shelby knows now.  So much for keeping it a secret from her till the safe point.  Of course now Im petrified.

She was sitting in my lap crying about wanting a baby sister again, and it was kinda sureal as I tried to tell her that it takes a really long time to make a baby.  And that we dont get to choose if its a boy or girl. She wants a girl so she can share her toys with it.  Then back to the growing thing.  I was telling her how tiny it starts out.  Then she just kinda looked at me and said "Theres a baby in your tummy now." (which is what shes been saying the last week, before we found out) and I just kinda stared at her cause the way she said it was a little creepy lol.  I just kinda nodded and said it takes a REALLY long time for it to grow.  She put her hand on my belly and said "I see it, its in there.  I can wait"  and ran off to go play.  And left me there shaking my head.  And now she's playin in the playroom like nothing happened.

 

Im still worried for it all to be out there so soon, but I was 6 weeks when I found out about Shelby and everyone knew right away, and nothing happened.  Its pretty much Shelby that Im worried about.  But I dont know what it was, during that conversation, I couldnt look at her without telling the truth when she is flat out asking.  I just need to stay positive.

 

I have decided NOT to go with the doctor I had with Shelbys birth.  I liked her, but my moms right, somethings just dont fit.  And after what happened last time, we need to be better prepared.  I had 2 doctors from my delivery tell me I almost died, that it was serious.  Then I have MY doctor who tells me "Oh it wasnt really that bad" but witnesses say that she was just as frantic and worried as everyone else at the time.

So I dont know if that automatically puts me in the high risk catagory or not.  Or at least a high risk delivery.  My mom said that they may choose to do a schedualed c-section instead.  But I dont want a c-section, I was really proud of myself doing it the right way you know?  But if they say that its better for me, then thats what I'll do.

 

Anywho, I got a photoshoot tonight (sarcastic yippee) for a family during a big party.  At least I think thats whats going on.  Im not really sure.  The lady is indian and I have a hard time understandingher on the phone.

The plan when we found out was to wait until October to make the "official" announcement, butyou tell one person, who tells the other, who tells you, you cant leave this person out...ect.  The next thing you know, everyone already knows!!!!  So really, all thats left is my online friends.  Mike and I are expecting baby number 2. We agreed that we would have two children, and even though this one is not technically planned (we werent trying, but we werent exactly trying to prevent it either) the timing is rather good.

1)  Im babysitting, and doing the design work (which is work from home) so there is no job to give up both during pregnancy and after the birth.  (when I was preggers with Shelby I had to give up my jobal most right away because worked with Autistic and mentally handicapped kids that often got violent with me.  First time I got kicked in the stomach I had to bail)

2)  The pregnancy takes place over the colder months.  Now is hot but it will cool down in the next month, and around May its not too hot yet.  So I will be more comfortable, plus when I was pregnant with Shelby (through the hotter months) I envied all the cute winter maternity clothes.

3)  Baby will be born a little under 2 months before school starts, so that will allow me to spend time with the baby by itself (unless you count the other two kids that I will be babysitting while the older two are in school, but since this wont be thier sibling Im not counting them in the equation) without taking time away from Shelby.  Bieng an only child myself Im not too sure how this jealousy thing will play out.

We still have a lot of the major stuff from Shelbys infancy.  The crib, the car seat, the swing, the stroller (which I have not used with Shelby since she was 2 unless it was a long trip like the zoo), the bassinet/playpen, the Jumperoo AND the baby carrier that you wear.  It was a good thing I didnt want to get rid of these things!!  And I learned some stuff with Shel was just not needed.  The baby monitor?  yeah, never used that, Im too light of a sleeper to not hear a kid crying.  We dont really need THAT many bottles.  Or a bottle drying rack, or a bottle sterealizer (washing them worked just fine).  When the time comes for the baby shower we will really only need basic small stuff.  And I am going to make it less of a baby shower and more of a Big Sister Party for Shelby.  Make her feel part of it too.  Im thinkng the things we get for the baby can kinda be spun to include her.  "Oh look at these bottles, so you can help me feed the baby." or "These toys, so you can help keep baby busy while Mommy cooks." type thing.  Again, this could be me over reacting just cause I dont know how it will feel NOT to be the only kid anymore.

Shelby does not know yet.  Im waiting till October to tell her.  Because I am already afraid that by telling this many people this soon, that I am jinxing myself.  I'm only 4 weeks, 3 days.  I have 4 positive pregnancy tests (and a 5 day late period) but have not gone to the doctor yet.  But if I lose it, sad as it will be for the adults, they will understand.  Telling a child that they get to be a big sister and then taking it away is not as easy to deal with.  So I will be starting the second trimester around October, so we will tell her then.  I might wait till after Halloween so maybe beggining of November.  I wont be showing till probably mid November anyway.  Hell, im fat to begin with shelby may never notice till it starts kicking her when shes sitting in my lap.

it is kinda funny cause Shelbys been asking for a sister (she doesnt want a brother) for the last month.  And yesterday when we found out, she was asking again.  This time it was hard to keep a straight face.

So far there is one small difference between this one and Shelbys, I dont remember my boobs hurting like this when I was with Shelby.  That was actually the red flag with this one.  They hurt so freaking bad I knew something had to be up.  Other then that, I dont feel pregnant yet.  But I was like 6 or 7 weeks when I found out about Shel, and I didnt have any symptoms till about 2 weeks later.  Itd be nice if this one was as easy as the last one.  Or at least not worse.  And hopefully I wont almost die during the deliver this time either.  I wonder if there is even anything they can do to prevent that?

Anyway, aparently my family has a running joke that they find out things about my life online before they do in real life.  I think we told everyone this time but if not.....Suprise!

PS Emily, I couldnt help but laugh at your response to the "survey" about wondering if I still planned on having another kid, cause I read it Thursday!!!