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Thought One:

Well ‘morning’ sickness isn’t very fun. Luckily it’s not throwing up, just general queasiness all the time. I’m taking this to mean everything is going smoothly and happily suffer feeling like food is my worst enemy as long as Gummybear is growing healthily. We are 6 weeks tomorrow. Appointment in 2 weeks!! We aren’t going to tell people until the end of August if they can’t figure it out themselves. This will make us about 18-19 weeks and we should know any potential problems by this point (and maybe the gender, which I am now fully thinking is a girl). My sister-in-law called on Friday with news she is 12 weeks pregnant. Ugh. She already has two girls under the age of three and they live with my in-laws right now while they figure out job situations. I'm pretty bummed because we are due 6-7 weeks apart and they live up there so the in-laws will be more involved and excited with that pregnancy than ours. I know I know that ours will be more exciting based on what happened to us, but it’s hard to be more excited about the bump you don’t get to see versus the one living in your house and the other two grandbabies. I ran the idea past hubby about hiding it till there is an actual baby and my plan was vetoed. The other family news is Hubby’s sister, who has been in Africa for the last year as a nurse/missionary, is coming home a year early, next week. This sister didn’t acknowledge at all that we lost our son. She never emailed, called, wrote a note, or anything. We had emailed her asking for prayer support when we thought the problem was going to be only a cleft lip/palate and she never replied to that either. Then when he died we never heard from her. I haven’t been able to forget or forgive that. It’s not like we tried to buy a house and it fell through, or our car kicked it. No. Our child. Our firstborn only child died. And we had to deliver him. Hubby wants to go take a weekend trip up to see her and I’ve been shooting it down because I am not ready to see her. I still resent her right now and need time. I agreed to the last weekend in august/labor day weekend. That’s all he’s getting from my right now.

Thought Two;

The other day my friend and I did the ring trick over my palm to ‘predict’ this baby’s gender. Well according to this test I had better break out an extra crib because the ring predicted twins. That was not met with muck excitement on my end, Hubby on the other hand has hoped for nothing more.

Thought Three:

My aunts birthday was this weekend and we celebrated with pot roast at her house on Sunday. Delicious. After we ate my cousins and I played foursquare with an exercise ball and a hose and extension cord for the squares. Now sadly to say, I am so sore! I feel like every muscle in my body is aching. Still it was really a fun time.

Thought Four:

This last weekend Hubs painted the future baby’s room for me. Just a coat of white Kilz paint to protect against dirt etc and prime it because we are going to wait to paint it actual colors until we can announce and get some help. Because the baby’s room is connected to our room we have been airmattressing in the kitchen for the last 4 days to avoid the fumes. Not the most fun because I am sore. I think tonight we can sleep in our bed again.