15 Weeks

And I'm definitely starting to show.
I don't know why this urge has come on but over the last couple of weeks I have been going over my last pregnancies and I am kicking myself for not really documenting them. I think at the time I was feeling really fat and insecure and didn't want to face how big I really was-but now I want to see it! I feel dumb taking the pictures though :) I have never been (In my opinion) A very cute pregnant woman, probably because when I start packing on the pounds I do it pretty quickly and I gain it everywhere. I guess I have to blame my size for that one-being only 5ft 3 means that there is not very many places to hide the weight gain :) right now I have gained about 6 pounds. Blah. Knowing I HAVE to gain weight and doing it are two ideas that are waring in my head. I hate seeing the pounds pack on (It seems early to me) but I also would hate myself if I didn't gain enough weight for this baby. So I gain the weight, and then gripe about it to Michael-it's a system that works for us :)
This pregnancy is WAY different them my other three-Nausea started on day one-literally. I found out I was pregnant after feeling horrible for weeks. I even know the exact date the nausea started and it is basically only days from the beginning of my pregnancy. With the other boys I started feeling sick around week 6 and it disappeared around week 11. I am STILL having nauseated mornings, though they are not very close together anymore. Also I have been nauseated morning AND night. You'd think with eating next to nothing I would lose some weight (Hey I always lost 7 pounds with the boys in their first trimesters) but this time I gained-really quickly too.

The other boys were measuring big-this baby is tiny. We have already moved my due date back a week and a half and they still had problems finding the heartbeat at almost 13 weeks (THAT was a terrifying moment.) When we did hear it-it was a strong 160 bpm. The boys were all at 140 bpm.

With all of this I can't help but wonder if there is any stock in the old wives tales that predict I will be having a girl (Yes I have taken them-The Chinese calendar also predicts I am having a girl) I am not going to lie-I have never wanted a girl so badly in my life. I feel guilty just saying that because if this baby is a boy I am afraid people will think I am disappointed in my baby-which I will not be. When I found out what gender Seth was the ultrasound tech told me that she didn't want to tell me because she didn't want to upset me and it really bothered me. I didn't lose the lottery with Seth because he was a boy-I love him and was grateful that he was a healthy baby. Maybe this time there will be some sadness but not because of the gender, but because with my c-sections and other health problems we feel like this might be our last child. I guess in my mind I always pictured having a little girl so the dream would be a little hard to give up. But there is always adoption!

I have a doctors appointment next week and I  look forward to hearing this baby's heartbeat and maybe seeing their little face on screen:)

Roughing it!

A few times a year we, with some friends head up to the mountains to enjoy some yummy tinfoil dinners and the feeling of "roughing it" for a few hours.  The boys go crazy up in the mountains (it must be the thinner air :) and this time it was fun to see Seth decide he was old enough to go exploring on his own. He walked about 20 feet away and then would plop himself in the dirt and eat whatever he had scavenged from the table or from peoples plates. Hyrum ignored food completely and ran up and down our part of the mountain screaming "Mommy-watch me! WATCH ME!!!" then he would run at breakneck speed down the mountain, hurdle some large rocks (At this point screaming "Keep watching!") then slide onto the cement where he proudly stopped and waited for my obligatory "Your AMAZING!" comment. (Really he is-I just watched him do this about 15 times.)  MD was fascinated with Preston (One of our Friends) because he was the one keeping the fire going. MD kept trying to throw wood onto the fire and then when no-one was looking take a branch out so he could watch it burn. He almost got away with it once, which meant he kept trying to do it until we packed up and left. Michael (The dad) was amazing. He cooked their hot dogs, roasted their marshmallows, made their smores, changed Seths poopy diaper and kept up a running commentary with our friends that made our outing so much more enjoyable. I on the other hand, relished sitting on my bum and eating my tinfoil dinner (That I actually cooked before hand, then stuck in tinfoil to warm up in the fire.)  I concentrated on keeping my fetus well fed and I enjoyed a lovely chat with Annie-An awesome friend with hilarious stories (She also has an absolutely adorable 2 year old daughter that I can't help but covet. Yes I am craving a girl.....I even had a dream that I had a beautiful brunette daughter.....)
 This is one of my favorite family activities we do as a family!

We brought my cheese balls and the kids went to town. Seth seemed to enjoy it more after the cheese ball was dropped in the dirt and rubbed around before plopping it in his mouth. The next lovely picture is post rubbing in the dirt. Delicious!

If you look closely you can see Seths battle wound. He fell flat on his head onto the cement. Yes I am an awesome mother.

 Fighting the Smoke. He lost.

 This is the way Annie liked her marshmallows.  It was fun to watch her eat it afterwards :)

 Me looking very pregnant...I am about 15 weeks and for some reason I wake up in the morning looking fairly normal sized, then after I eat a meal I blow up.

  Hyrum flying down the mountain-He's going so fast he blurred :)

 I got cold. And Michael was making fun of me...

  

Seth found a Cheetos he dropped in the dirt earlier and decided he was still hungry.

 

Last week

We enjoyed drawing in cardboard boxes,

 

recreating Stonehenge

 

playing at the park in the 70 degree weather!

 

trying on new hats

Visiting the dinosaur museum

And ending at the Temple.

 

And we woke up to snow today. I need more indoor activities :)

Enjoying the Sunshine

Our only casualty of the day

5+1=6!

Baby number 4 is coming this September! Yes he/she (probably he) was planned and we are looking forward to meeting the latest Huish model (Anyone read Cheaper by the Dozen?)  The boys are happy/oblivious, and when asked Md says we are having a girl named Abby and Hyrum says we are having a red headed boy named Hyrum. Maybe :)

I am a little over 12 weeks and looking eagerly ahead to the time when I am not nauseated and exhausted. As it is I do have a bit more energy then I did last week but I still wake up feeling sick, and go to sleep feeling sick. It's a wonderful thing. I guess it does make it nice to realize that the baby is still alive.
The picture. Michael made fun of me because, yes, I am not really showing and I am also covering up the baby with my hand. But you get the idea. 

Any guesses on what we are having??? I'm betting it's a boy.

The newest installment

Dressing up, as mentioned before, is one of my boys favorite activites. I don't really follow patterns so sometime the costumes turn out a bit weird. Luckily my kids don't care :)

If you are wondering, Hyrum is peter pan, Michael is Link off of Zelda and Seth is some lost boy. At least that is what we pretend, they are all the exact same costume in different sizes. And I am the one pretending for Seth. He likes dressing up, but mostly so he can pull his hat on and off over and over.