What's Cookin' In There?

BOY OR GIRL ????

So today is a very exciting day for us because we are going to find out if we are having a boy or a girl. We don't go until later in the afternoon so I may not post anything until Monday. Sorry I am not much of a blogger on the weekends.

Of course the first question on everyone's mind is, "what are you hoping for?" Well, I have always thought I would love to have boys. I was tomboy all growing up and so being with boys is easy for me. But then I was noticing how incredibly active and busy my nephew Zachary is and I starting thinking it might be fun to have a girl. So now I don't care. I will be excited either way.

The second question I get is "do you have any names you like?" For those of you who do not know my husband is Italian. He comes from deep Italian roots with strong traditions. One of the important traditions that has been passed down for years is that the 1st son in the family names his first son after his father. So my husband was named after his grandfather. Therefor if we have a boy his name will be Salvatore but he will go by "Sam." At first I was really bothered by the fact that I had no choice. But now it does not bother me at all and I feel proud to be carrying on the tradition. So if we have a boy he will be named Sam and if it is a girl I have no idea. I am not much of a dreamer so I don't really have any names that stick out to me. Plus, I just figure if we find out we are having a boy then we won't need to think of girl names so why waste the time.

Welcome to Motherhood

This weekend I went and spent some time at my sister's house. I knew that Bubby (aka Zachary) was not feeling well and that he had already thrown up that day. When he woke up from his afternoon nap I went and got him out of bed. My sister felt his feet and noticed how hot he was. She said she needed to get some Tylenol in him to bring down his fever. As she got the Tylenol ready she saw a familiar look on his face know as the "I am going to puke face." Bubby proceeded to puke on me and all over the floor. It was a heart wrenching experience to see him so upset. I feel that I am now officially ready to begin my journey of motherhood. Zachary has pee'd, puked, and projectile vomited milk on me. Being around all my nieces and nephew's is good training for what is to come.

Below are some happier pictures of Zachary. He is now 15 months and 33 lbs. Yes, he is a big boy. He has a very large vocabulary for his age and my sister works very hard to teach him sign language. It take a lot of time and commitment to teach a child sign language but I think it makes for a happier baby because they can ask for what they want.

Zachary's (15 months) first fudgesicle. Sara (my sister) said afterwards he went straight into the bath and
the water was totally brown.

This weekend it was quite warm in San Diego so Zachary went for a dip in the pool.
Check out those nice board shorts.

Grandma Gene and Zachary playing outside with water.

Peek-A-Boo

Feeling a bit emotional

This weekend was the beggining of a big life change. My husband is working the graveyard shift. Saturday morning I was really sad knowing that he would leave at 4:00 p.m. and I would not seem him until the next morning. But because my husband is in tune with me he made plans for us to have breakfast together and walk on the Oceanside pier. We had a really great morning. When he left I tried with everything in me to not cry but the tears just flowed. I mean it's not only a change in work hours he is also in danger so that kind of adds to me being emotional.

I know some of it is just that I am sensitive but part of it is also that I am pregnant. My emotions are very close to the surface and I feel extra fragile lately. I know with time I will adjust but for now it just pretty much sucks. I am just one of those girls who loves being with her husband. He is my best friend and the person I look forward to seeing each day when I come home. Or at the least I like to know he is in bed beside me and that I can touch him.

I am incredibly thankful for the family I have around me. They are very supportive and have reached out to encourage me and support me through this transition. I have been with family the past two nights since being home alone does not sound very fun. I am not scared to be home alone or sleep alone just emotional.

We decided on a whim to go to a Padres game on Saturday. The game was fun espcially since we beat the dogers!!!! We sat up pretty high but as you can see the view was great. This is why we love Petco park.

15 weeks and 4 days with a baby bump. I know I am not looking too hot here but hey I finally remembered to take a picture.

My Sister, My Friend and Her Sister

So I am now 15 weeks pregnant. So far this process has been pretty awful. Today I have returned to work after a two week medical leave due to extreme and debilitating anxiety. I did everything I knew how to get it to go away but my doctor explained that its just pregnancy hormones and with time it will go away. He was right with a bit of help from modern medicine life is begining to return to some state of normality.

But that is not why I wrote this blog I am writing because my sister is finally letting me tell people that she is pregnant also. I am so excited! We are two and half weeks apart and it is so fun. Her due date is October 15th and mine is September 25th! It has already been fun to share together in the sickness and all that comes with pregnancy. The weird thing is that since this is her second she could have her baby either around the same time or before me. She had Zachary by c-section and will most likely do the same with baby #2 aka Peanut.

Now to make things even more interesting my good friend Chelsea is also pregnant. She is 5 1/2 weeks behind me and then her twin sister is 1 week behind her. It is so fun to all be sharing the experience of pregnancy and then motherhood together. I think it is all a very special gift from God.

Our First Appointment

Tuesday was our first Baby doctor visit and it was amazing! We had to wait a really long time but it was so worth it. The doctor we are seeing is a one man show. Meaning that he does not work with any other doctors and so he will be the one to deliver my baby. I love that we can form a relationship with him and know that when the time comes he will be there. He is a young guy that kind of reminds me of McDreamy from Grays. He wears scrubs and converse tennis shoes. He is a great combination of doctor and midwife all in one. He is super personable and spends time to really get to know his patients. The reason why we chose him is because he delivered Frank's niece Juliana and I was there for the delivery. He was the most calm, patient man I could have imagined. After she was born I looked at him and said, "you are going to deliver my babies." The funny thing is when we met with him he remember that I said that to him. I had actually forgotten. It is really important to me to work with someone who has a holistic view of child birth. Now don't get me wrong I am not saying that I am going to deliver without drugs but I want someone who does not want to send me in for a c-section just because things are taking too long and he has somewhere to be. I also am not a big believer in the need for episiotomy's and think they are ways to avoid them. The last time my doctor did an episiotomy was 6 years ago and he rarely does c-sections. He is not everyone's cup of tea but for us he is perfect.

So the ultra sound just blew my mind. I cannot believe that that little baby is inside of me. Just flipping around and doing it's little thing. I am starting to believe that I am pregnant but it is still hard for me to comprehend. Here are some pictures of our little bambino. I think these are kind of boring to see but people have asked me to post them.