Hannah's Daddy

This is a picture of Justin at 2 1/2 months old. I had to post this because nobody believes me when I say that Justin was HUGE when he was little. You'd never know it to see him now, but here is the proof. He gained a pound a week for a while (and we are not talking formula) and his dad was convinced he'd be the first 52 lb. one year old. Let's hope that Hannah won't be quite this chunky!

22 Weeks

Justin was the photographer for this picture. I'ts a little blurry and I'm not quite pleased with it (this is the best of the bunch he took) so I may be posting another one soon.

Hannah's First Flowers

Justin was home for a few mintues last night, did his normal routine and then a little while later said, "I have a surprise for you and Hannah." He had something behind his back. I was already surprised because I hadn't seen him bring anything into the house. He then whips out flowers from behind his back.

He isn't sure about having a girl, (more like isn't sure what to do with one) but I think he's on the right track! He brought Hannah her first flowers. He even waited until yesterday to do it, since it was my last day of school before Christmas break and now I will be home to enjoy looking at them. He also said that he looked for colors that would be more like her room: blues, yellows, green and pinks. He couldn't find any he liked. She's going to have him wrapped around her little finger before she even gets here!

Pictures!

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Girl! Our appointment was long but went well. Justin walked in right as the Ultrasound Tech. was calling my name. Yahoo! He was there. Everything was very healthy and normal, if not a little big (bone length and weight were apparently a little large). She kept her legs crossed for the entire time, so I was poked, pushed, and rolled trying to get her to uncross those legs. She would roll and move and kick, just not with her legs separated. The tech. said she was 99% sure she knew what it was, but kept trying anyway. Finally after about 10 minutes just trying to get this one picture, she got a semi-decent one. Not the best "money shot" but enough to tell that it was obviously not a boy. So Hannah it is! I will try to scan in the pictures tomorrow at school and post them soon. her middle name is still being debated, and I will post that as soon as we have something official. I hope there are some boys out there, because there are going to be a lot of little girls running around the same age!

The Waiting Game

It was a long weekend! I had a wonderful virus that I can thank my kids at school for. I think about half of my class had it over the weekend or has it right now. I couldn't keep down food and it's hard to believe it, but it was worse than my morning sickness. I even look like I have the measles. My face and neck are covered in little red spots, due to straining. Lovely, huh? I thought I was done with vomiting. I hope I am now. What's ironic is that I never missed a day of school because of being sick, I always managed though. I missed yesterday.

As for waiting...we have our 20 week ultrasound at 2:00 this afternoon. I had to take a 1/2 day off of work so I could get there on time (it was much easier to go to work this morning, still not feeling well, knowing that I was leaving at 11:30). Now I'm just waiting. It looks as if Justin is going to be able to take his "lunch break" and meet us at the hospital. Thank you to everyone who crossed fingers and said a little prayer that he could be there. Neither of us wants him to miss it. My next post will tell you the big news, hopefully that it is HEALTHY and if it's a girl or boy. Hopefully "it" will cooperate in a few short hours.

A Thankful Thanksgiving

I was even more thankful than usual this Thanksgiving. How could I not be? For the first time in weeks and weeks I actually felt good! The week of Thanksgiving was definitely a turning point for me. I still have the normal pregnancy symptoms, but the ones that were dragging me down have gotten so much better. I even was able to make a pig of myself at dinner. My mom and dad joined us at the Vitters for dinner (Trip and Llora were with her family up North and Jess was playing in Europe with a friend) and even though Thanksgiving food isn't a favorite of mine, I still managed to enough more than enough. On Friday we headed down to Hilton Head with the Vitters. It rained most of the time but Justin and I were still able to get a good walk in on the beach. Not only did I start feeling better that week, I also had to officially move to maternity clothes full time. I was very thankful for the outlet stores! I was able to get several warm sweaters that I really like. Another new thing to be thankful for: little kicks and punches. Over Thanksgiving weekend I was able to answer the question, "Is that gas or a kick?". It was certainly a kick. It was so obviously the baby. I have felt it often since then and am so thankful each time I feel it. There is something reassuring about it. I know one day soon it may be uncomfortable at times, due to the movement, but I hope that even then I am thankful for the little life that is rapidly growing inside of me.