First prenatal appt

So today was my first prenatal appointment. I was so nervous! I had searched and searched for a doctor and today would be our first meeting. Or so I thought. It takes us a good 15 minutes to get to my doctor's office. This is because I wanted the best and decided to pick a doctor based out of Wellington.  We finally arrived and of course the waiting game started. None of that mattered to me. I would've waited hours if I had to. I was just happy to have my family there (husband and son) to support me.

I forgot how much paperwork happens during the first appointment. They literally asked me and my husband EVERYTHING! Then came the exam and I was thinking that they would ask him to leave the room but that was not the case. It's funny because he's my husband right...and I"m pregnant ... but I still found myself blushing. Not a comfortable situation. But the nurse kept right on talking and prodding and I relaxed a little.

It went pretty smoothly. My due date that I calculated was correct so little Deuce will make his/her arrival on December 1st. If she/he is anything like his/her big brother, he/she will come right on the due date. We shall see. *fingers crossed*.

I was all prepared to get redressed and exit the room when the nurse stated that we would do an ultrasound to see the baby. I can't lie...I was so nervous! But literally 30 seconds and a deep breath later, there my little Deuce-y was. A wave of emotions came over me and a huge smile appeared on my face. I don't think I've ever been that happy. On the screen there was a little being with a thumping heart. That little heart was beating so fast! (By the way my sister swears Deuce is a girl because of the heart beating fast lol) It was then *in my Drake voice* that I knew that THIS was real. I was having a baby! A human being was growing inside of me!  Nothing even mattered after that. The printer was jammed and wouldn't print the ultrasound pictures. It didn't matter. I had hubby to whip out the cell phone and I took a picture of the screen.

I think I floated during the rest of the appointment. I remember giving a lot of blood, answering a lot of questions and laughing a little bit but it's mostly a blur. I can't tell you what I was laughing about. All I can you tell you is that I got to see my little Deuce-y for the first time and I can't wait to see him/her again.

It's not me ..... It's Deuce!

I have felt like Dr. Jekyl and Mrs. Hyde lately. Or whatever their name is. I love Deuce to death but the little girl/boy is seriously messing with my emotions. My hormones are all out of whack. One moment I'm like this

And the next moment without any warning at all I'm like this

I feel sorry for anyone who has to deal with me especially my husband. He never knows which woman he is going to get when he wakes up in the morning. I go from one extreme to another. I think out of everything that I've endured while being pregnant that this symptom is the worst. I'll take the sore breasts, the nausea and the weight gain but being a crazy woman is so not cool.  The crazy thing is that I do NOT remember being like this when I was pregnant with my first child. Hmmmm..... 

Doctor Shopping

I have the best gynecologist in the world. I don't care what anyone says. We can argue this point all day and night and I'll still say that Dr. Mason is the best. When I found out I was pregnant the first thing that I did was call Dr. Mason to schedule an appointment. I envisioned us laughing at each appointment, me sharing a million questions with her and her delivering my little Deuce. Imagine my surprise when Dr. Mason told me that she did NOT deliver babies.

What do you mean you do NOT deliver babies? Oh man. What was I going to do? I immediately began to search for another doctor. I remember calling my sister one morning and telling her that I was going doctor shopping. I mean is it crazy to interview a doctor? Really is it? I mean think about it...this is a person who is going to bring your child into the world. They are very important.

Well my sister thought it was crazy. She laughed at me LOL. I didn't care. I spent a good 3-4 days looking for the best doctor for me and my little Deuce. I finally found her. Dr. Brown-Graham. Her reviews were impeccable and what sealed it for me was when I called to schedule the appointment. The office staff was so friendly. They had me laughing on the phone and I knew that Dr. Graham's office was the office for me.  So me and Deuce-y have a doctor!!!!! \o/

Deuce is a snob!

That is what my sister told me today. lol She said Deuce is a girl and she's definitely a snob! Little Deuce is gonna wanna wear Gucci and Prada with a diamond pacifier. LOL My sister is a trip.

For the past week food aversions have been kicking my behind. NOTHING that I eat tastes the same. Chipotle is yucky now. Chick Fil-A is yucky now. Even Applebees is yucky! I can't drink milk and even my beloved peanut butter and jelly sandwich does not hit the spot like it use to. I was almost to the point where I was giving up on food lol. Seriously, it sucks to have everything that you place in your mouth not taste good. So today my son and I went to lunch at Red Lobster. I was not expecting anything great but I was pleasantly surprised. The food tasted great! I enjoyed every morsel and even got a doggie bag. Even though Deuce is only the size of a raspberry right now, I know that he/she is smiling and happy.  I don't know how long these food aversions last but I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that it ends soon. I'm not a food snop and Lil Deuce-y won't be one either :)

Just say NO to bras

In the past three weeks my breasts have gone a growing spree. It would be nice and fun except for I was a 38 D before the growth spurt and now I feel like a 38 ZZZ! I read somewhere that during this "spurt" that the best remedy for sore breasts and etc was to wear a sports bra. I figured hey it can't hurt so I put on one of my sports bras one day and I've been in love every since. NO soreness ladies! I really can't even tell that the breasts are growing to the size of huge balloons until I take the sports bra off LOL. It has truly become my best friend and it's with me 24-7.

So this brings me to today. I wore a nice little dress to work today. The shape of the dress did NOT allow me to wear my sports bra. As I type this just know that that little dress is going in the garbage LOL No seriously...ANYTHINg that does not allow me to wear my sports bra will not be worn until AFTER Deuce makes his/her arrival. I wore a regular ole bra today and boy did I regret it. My breasts hurt allllll day long. I couldn't wait to get home and throw on my sports bra.

So if you're reading this and you're having the same problems that I am(breasts having a mind of their own) run to your local Target, Walmart, whatever  and purchase a sports bra. Trust me, they will be your BEST friend :)

Hello World

Where should I begin? 11 1/2 years ago I conceived my first child. I was 18 years old, a college student, scared and clueless! 11 years later I stand with a mature 10(almost 11) year old who is preparing to leave elementary school and become a middle schooler. He is no longer a baby but a preteen who loves his independence and views his mother as a MOM and no longer as MOMMY.

Now I stand 30 years old and pregnant with my second child. The news that I was pregnant again came with a wave of emotions......I was shocked, excited, worried, nervous, happy, scared. Everything wrapped up into one. A week later and I find myself rubbing my belly with a huge smile on my face. I'd hate to call this a "do-over" so I won't....but what I will call this is a chance to "do-right".

I give myself a round of applause and a clap on the back for doing an excellent job with my first child but let's be honest...I was a teenager. I didn't really know what was going on. Now I'm 30 and I would like to think after taking care of my child and countless others that I am wiser :)...I have a career so I can afford more things this time around....but more than anything I now have a little "experience". Instead of being scared and clueless I am looking forward to this baby. My little deuce! Here's my journey and welcome to my world