...my husby.

I've had a pretty good pregnancy (considering some of the horror stories I've heard), but it would not be this good if it wasn't for my husby. 

Up until my ultrasound, at almost seven weeks, I was struggling to be excited.  I knew the test had come out positive and I knew that my BETA levels were very high...but I was having a hard time really believing it.  Like I mentioned it the previous blog I researched EVERYTHING.  And it wasn't until I saw that little heartbeat that I realized how silly I had been and I had wasted three weeks not celebrating my pregnancy.  Luckily I had my husby there to remind me how blessed we are...we are going to be parents...again...just this time together from the beginning. 

Then it started...My cravings for pancakes and sweets.  It was a little bit before my birthday all I wanted to eat was pancakes, and it was hard for me to WANT other things.  I could eat just fine and I tried to eat healthy at least for lunch, but when I got home my husby would make me pancakes.  I know it might not be a big deal, but to me those pancakes were some of the most amazing food I've ever had. 

After the pancakes came a week of misery.  My 10th week I stopped wanting anything...especially pancakes.  Any food I smelled, or even thought of, made me sick to my tumach.  I would call Jim crying from school because I was so hungry, but I couldn't eat at all.  He supported me when I came home with ramen noodles, cereal, chips and dip, and ravioli...I figured I would be able to eat one of those things...the ramen worked.  So my wonderful husby and I ate ramen for a week...and he pretended to love every minute of it! That was also the week he made sure to clean the bathrooms in case something made me throw up again (it was only once...the tuna...sorry if that's TMI)! 

This week, my 11th week, I stopped wanting hot foods...so much for the ramen.  So it's been a good week for cereal, salads and fruit.  Today I fed my husby the can of ravioli and he made me feel like I'd just made him his favorite dish (which I did make him in week seven or eight...green chile chicken enchiladas, one and a half 11 x 13 pans with real Hatch chile...I ate pancakes). 

Yesterday at my doctor's appointment the doctor had a hard time finding my baby's heartbeat.  As I tried to stay calm by praying and talking to my baby I could see the look of fear on my husby's face.  And I knew, he wasn't scared that something was wrong with the baby (he of course had already done all of the research).  He was scared of how not hearing it would affect me.  When we heard it we both let out a sigh of relief and all was well with the world again.

I am so blessed to have someone that is so supportive, understanding, loving, and patient...the latter being a fairly new characteristic of my husby.  He forgives my forgetfulness, comforts me when things make me cry, eats anything I make, and reminds me to laugh every single day. 

...heartbeats

A few Sundays ago I peed on a stick.  I didn't want to do it since it was a few days early...but my husby pretty much squeezed me onto the stick!  He was really excited and so sure that we would get a positive.  I was more tentative...I've peed on a few sticks throughout the past three years...and seeing all of those negatives can take a toll on a woman! 
He wasn't supposed to tell me what the stick said, but after a while he couldn't hold it in anymore...it was positive!!
For the past couple of weeks I've been terrified of every little pain or stretch or hiccup.  I would look up every symptom just to make sure it was normal.  I once sneezed so hard I was scared I could have hurt the baby!! And yes, I did google "can I sneeze so hard it hurts my baby".
But today...oh today!!  I saw my baby's heartbeat!!  It was seriously the most wonderful, tiny, little thing ever!! It feels so real now.  My baby has a heartbeat.  A beautiful...122 beats per minute...heart beat.  I wish I had recorded it...I can still see the little black and white screen with my little blob of a baby with it's little heart beating!! 
My husby gives me flowers every first day of school.  This year the card said, "Blessings are the gifts that come from faith".  His words couldn't have been more perfect.  Our little blessing, with it's lovely little heartbeat!!

...the new year. Hello 2011

Since it is the beginning of a new year I have decided to start a blog.
I am excited to be writing again, even though I feel a little bit rusty!
I have titled my blog "Laura loves..." because no matter what I am going through I want to try and stay positive, and it should be hard to be negative when I'm remembering the things I love!  :)

This is going to be quite a big year for me, I will be turning 30...not for nine months...but still!!  I want to say that I am looking forward to it, that I'll be embracing my new age, that I am excited about it...because like a fine wine I'm only getting better with age.  However, I'm not looking forward to it.  I am scared of that number, of course I was also scared of 26...now I look back and realize how silly that was...and I'm sure I'll be doing the same thing in five years...but that doesn't help me right now!  I don't feel old.  I don't have any gray hair.  I don't think I look my age.  Still, it's scary. 

I am planning on getting in shape, up until I gain a lot of weight!  My Husby and I are trying to have a baby. We have three kids, but we've never had a baby together.  We are hoping that this is our year...I am ready to be fat with baby! 

I am trying to stay positive about my job...which is hard.  I taught high school for four years, middle school for a year before that, and now I'm teaching fifth grade...and it is the most difficult job I've ever had (and I've been a hotel housekeeper).  It's not just the amount of work, but also the morale...I didn't know what I was getting myself into! 

I do love the new year.  Everyone making plans for themselves.  Seeing so many people having a new positive outlook.  It reminds me that I am blessed.  I have a wonderful supporting husband. I have the best kids any step-mami could ask for.  And well...at least I have a job!!

YAY 2011!!