First fishing trip of the year!

On monday, Daddy had the day off and was bored, so we got out our fishing licenses and poles and drove up to Steinaker. Not really great fishing, we didn't catch a thing, but we had fun and got some sunshine. Brenan liked the sand and helping his dad reel in the poles. There were some friends there that kept honking at him, not sure if he liked that or not... He took off over to the other side of the little cove we were in and was playing in the sand and throwing rocks in the water to watch them "plash!". His hat kept coming off and we would tell him to put it back on or come back and let us help him... you can plainly see which he decided to do. Such a goof!

Playin outside.

Ok, so yes, he is wearing a hoodie and no shoes! He doesn't like shoes any more than his mama does, so he goes without them every chance he gets. His dad won't let him go anywhere without shoes, so he really thinks he is getting away with something when I let him play barefoot. He likes to pose and say "cheese" for me, so there are a couple posed pictures, and the other one he was trying to 'quirt' me with bubbles. Luckily for me his bubble blower doesn't work all that well or I would have been a sticky mess that day.

New haircut.

Brenan's hair was getting too long for my liking. He kept tipping his head back and shaking it back and forth, tickling his shoulders with his hair. I decided it was time to cut it off again. He has some really cute little curls that I love, but we had to cut them off. He sits really well with his feet in the sink, and watches me as I cut off his hair. He thinks it is pretty funny. He does a great job and always thinks he is sooo cute afterwards. This is him showing off his new haircut.

T-ball

I know he is only 2, but he loves playing with anything that has a ball and anything outside.. so this seemed like a good idea. This is the only present he got at Easter. Everything else in his basket was eggs filled with stuff that is really not good for him. Bad momma moment, I know, but he enjoyed it. He actually did great with it. Its pretty funny, after he hits the ball he hollers "me get it, me get it!" and runs after it for all he is worth. He gets upset if anyone else runs to get the ball for him. He hits it fairly accurately for as little as he is. It was so much fun watching him play ball with his daddy.

Easter

Ok, so I know it was a month and a half ago, but I just barely got the pictures to download to my computer, so it will just have to be late. He is a cutie, isn't he? These are from the Easter egg hunt my family did at my parents house. He really had no clue what he was doing, but he had fun!

doctor appointment.. so frustrating

I don't know if frustrating is really the word for it or not, but I didn't know what else to use. I had my third doc appointment today, and the doc said at the last one that we would do an ultrasound at the next one.. which would have meant today... right?? Well, I get in there and he gives me the order for it and then tells me that I have to wait 2-3 weeks to actually have it done, because he wants me to be at least 18-20 wks along. I know this is pretty normal for most people, but for me, it is awful...

When I was pregnant with Brenan, I was taking blood thinners from a stroke, I had gestational diabetes that showed up way early, and with my female history, I was high risk. I had 6 ultrasounds total, throughout the entire pregnancy. I got to see my baby so many times that it got me spoiled. I know I got "lucky" the first time, and I really do feel blessed to not have any of those problems plaguing me this time. It was really nice to be able to see my baby and know that he was growing and healthy. Only having one ultrasound throughout the entire pregnancy is torture!! I know, I know... women have had babies for many many centuries without this technology, and they just had to wait it out and they survived, but for someone in this century, it should not have to happen that way.

As for the appointment itself, it was fairly uneventful. I am measuring 14cm, have lost another pound so I am down 7 from when I started, good blood pressure, no protien or glucose in the urine.. no problems at all. Until he asks if I have been feeling movement. I tell him yes, but the last few days I haven't felt anything. He says "why didnt you call?" UUMMMM... because I figured I was early enough along that it was pretty normal for the movement to not be consistant on an everyday basis. The baby is still small enough that he/she could have changed position so I just didn't feel it as much. I was not worried about it until he asked me why I hadn't called them. Then he says, "Ok, so if we can find a heartbeat, we won't be as worried about that statement"... IF you can find one? What do you mean IF you can find one?? Don't mess with this pregnant mama!! So, I got on the table and he tried to use a drop of water instead of the gel stuff for the doppler,... uumm ok. After about 7 minutes of trying to find the noises he needed to hear he says, well lets try some gel and see if that will help the contact. It took him another 4-5 minutes after that to finally find a heartbeat. He told me that he was hearing fetal movement, so he was not worried about the baby being ok anymore, but he still wanted to hear that heartbeat. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he found it! Then, he didn't count it so I still don't know how fast it is. He said if he had to guess he would have said between 150 and 160, so it was pretty fast. So, all in all, everything is good. Now for the waiting part... I hate it! I guess at least this way my husband can try to schedule stuff around so he can maybe be there for this one. He only got to see one when I was pregnant with Brenan, and I think he sort of felt left out, because I got to see him so much before he was born.