Denial.

Yes, I am in denial. Denial that my "little" man is growing so fast and, in turn, obviously growing out of clothes. I have a tendancy to continue to stuff  put him in outfits that are too small. The husband has had to step in and ban me from putting certain outfits on him again, or I have to finally take a hint when the snaps pop open every time I pick him up.

I didn't expect to tear up when putting away clothes that are too small. I can't help but wonder if they will ever be used by us again.

::blank stare::

At Thanksgiving we were asked how little man naps. I was explaining how he has to be in his rock n play for naps or he goes on nap strike. I mentioned that it was inclined, so the odds of him napping while there were slim to none.
Relative: "Why don't you just stack up pillows all around and under him?"
I let the husband explain why that wouldn't work. But, then another relative chimed in, of course.
"Well then lay him on the boppy for naps."

Yeah, safe to say they won't be babysitting.

Left out a favorite.

How could I forget to include one of my very favorite things, the moby wrap!? It's been a life-saver. Or, honestly, a germ saver. It keeps people from being able to rub all over him. Because seriously, people see a baby and their first reaction is to touch them. I have worn little man at three wedding receptions, and I would have been stressed to the max had I not had the moby.

Do NOT be intimidated by the wrapping. Once you do it a couple times you don't even have to think about it anymore.

My favorite baby items

I always like to read about the baby items that people love or find the most useful. So, here is our list. Hopefully it will be of help to someone.

If I had to only choose one item it would be the angel care monitor. This is the only reason I can sleep. When little man was first born, I would jump up after five minutes and check to make sure he was still breathing. I literally could not sleep, until we remembered after a couple nights home that we needed to hook this up.  If no breathing or movement is sensed after 20 seconds, an alarm goes off. Worriers like me will also like the fact that it has a flashing light on the monitor that blinks with every movement. You can also use it as a sound monitor only.

Another must have is the Itz been timer. I tell all my pregnant friends that they have to have this. I would be lost without it. It goes everywhere with me. You can find them on amazon, target, or babies r us.

Little man has also loved his Fisher Price Rock N Play Sleeper. And I must say, the husband and I have as well. We have been lucky and haven't had to put him in it overnight to sleep, but it is approved for night sleeping. We use our as his spot for when we are eating, or just when he wants to chill out. Some days I wouldn't have been able to eat without this thing! Also, he has been on a nap strike recently, (unless in my arms) but this saved us from that as well!

I am so glad I got the cooshee changing pad. It is a little on the expensive side, but I am so glad my friend Mey raved about hers to me. So easy to just wipe down so I never have to worry about changing and washing a cover. We used it for little man's first baths, and now we carry it into the bathroom and strip him down for bathtime on it, and then we use it to kneel on too. The only downside is they don't have many color options. We got lucky that the green went perfect with our nursery.

"I have poop under my fingernail."

Yep, I said those words aloud last week. Fortunately, the only person around to hear was my little man. He didn't seem to mind that he was the cause.

Things my husband says..

(While watching Wheel of Fortune and commenting on the woman who made it to the final round)

"Her butt is bigger than I thought it would be. [pause] I wonder if she has kids?"

Cue me giving him the worst look ever, but unable to talk at the moment since I was stuffing my face with pizza. This was followed by back peddaling on his part, of course.

It's true!

I love that onesie. And, yes, he is quite the chunk. He is up to almost 12 lbs, as of yesterday at 6 weeks, 5 days.

F-bomb as his first word?

So, apparently the husband and I cuss more than we should. Specifically, we throw out the f-bomb.  According to one of our friends little man's first word will be f#ck. Or, effing, since I use it as an adjective.

I don't think we are that bad, and I promised myself I would start working on cussing less.

I should probably start by no longer referring to him as "soo effing cute."

Success!

Teeth brushed, deodarant on, wearing pants, all by lunch time.
Current definition of a successful day!

*Unless I am going out in public or seeing people, then I do make sure to add makeup and brushed hair. Oh, and something other than sweatpants.

And this new definition of success is just fine by me!

Reason for my lack of updates?

This adorable little man. Who is not this little anymore. How do I already have a 5-week old?

One thing I didn't expect..

was my nipples spraying milk.

Things my husband says..

While talking to little man, "I wish I could fall asleep with a boob in my mouth."

My heart exploded

at this moment. So much love for this little man, I can't put into words. I don't know who was crying more, him or me.

I'll write a birth story when I have more time, but for now I am busy soaking up every moment with him. Long story short, he decided to make an appearance on his own, and I went into labor Monday night. The induction wasn't needed after all!

Birthday time

I am being induced tomorrow morning. (To keep a long story short, we can't wait for him thanks to my pemphigoid gestational.) Still crossing my fingers he comes on his own tonight!

At this time tomorrow I will (hopefully) be holding my little man in my arms. I seriously still can't believe I am having a baby.

Holy shit.

Bump it.

Nursery Reveal

I wanted a room that would be able to grow with little man, and nothing really "babyish". I think I accomplished the fun, modern nursery that I was envisioning.

 Dresser, light and lamp from Ikea. I adore the robot painting we found from a local artist. Coshee changing pad.

 My contribution to the nursery. I had plans to design other things for the wall, but at least I got these finished.

This is a Best brand chair, Storytime Series. I believe it is the Quinn model. SO comfy. Print from Ikea. 

 I still need to add some circles behind the crib. Crib is Madison 4 in 1 by Eden Baby.

 I searched high and low for the perfect fabric for the shades, crib skirt and bedding.

I found it online at marmalade fabric.

 Love this funky rug from CB2. A splurge, but I think it completes the room.

Fluffy butt central!

The difference between men & women.

Random women I run across in public: "When are you due?" After my response, "Ohh you are so tiny," or something along those lines.

Men: No questions, just something like "Whooooa, you don't have much longer!"
A couple months back I actually had a UPS guy stop and back up a little when he was walking a package to our door. He followed that up with, "Oh man you are about to pop!" Yes, that was two MONTHS ago.

The difference with the responses & comments I get crack me up.

Healthy, yummy "ice cream"

I LOVE ice cream. I mean, obsessed, more than a little kid, when it comes to getting my ice cream. (preferably chocolate, with more chocolate added, on a too-often regular basis.) Since I decided to try anything to help my diagnosis, and going dairy free falls into that, I have had to give up my other true love. Here is a way I have managed to not go insane, and it is SO tasty. I can even sit in the same room as my husband eats his real ice cream.
Yes, I totally used to make him go in the other room when he ate real ice cream.

Frozen banana (or 2)
Chocolate almond milk
Throw in blender, mix up. Easy as that!
The other night I added some natural peanut butter. SOO good.
 
You seriously need to try this. Now.

Things my husband says

"I'm going to go work on the upstairs. You just stand on your head."

When we were discussing the fact that I was 3 cm dilated & 75% effaced on Friday.

If I don't pack my bags, I won't go into labor.

Right, right?? Because the ob I saw on Friday told me multiple times that I needed to have my bags packed, and I am in denial. I am 3 cm dialated and 75% effaced, which I was NOT expecting. So, that, combined with my diagnosis, makes her think I will not make it to my due date. I was not expecting this. I know, I know, you would think I would know better by now than to have expectations. Once I got this far, I just had it in my head that he would make a late appearance. He's taking after his dad with his lips, so why can't he take after him and his lack of ability to be anywhere on time or early?

Sidenote: Our renovations are NOT finished. I'll let you know if I decide to pack my bags anyways.

Blogger hates me.

I'm reading all your blogs. I want to comment. I attempt to comment, multiple times, until I want to throw my computer across the room because it won't let me. So, I promise I am still following along with you all. Hopefully soon I can be vocal on your blogs again!

Bump time

Fluffy butt prep

Feel free to think I am a big, crunchy dork, but I have been looking forward to a day like this for the past couple years.  It makes me smile.

Namaste

I have been taking a prenatal yoga class for a couple months now. I highly, highly recommend taking one if you get a chance. I love it! Not only is it extremely relaxing, but I really think it will help me while in labor. Somehow, like magic, I don't itch while I am in yoga class. That alone is worth it!

And check it out-I made a new header! Do you like it, or too much belly?

More natural remedies.

I am still trying a natural approach to my pemphigoid gestational, aka itchy rash, not that there are many other options. My latest attempts? Applying a cayenne pepper paste or coconut oil on my rash & going gluten, dairy, soy free. I know someone who has a "holistic guru" due to her autoimmune disease. We do not have the same problem, but he gave her some tips to help me out.

I mix together cayenne pepper, water & a little flour to make a paste. I put that directly on my rash. Yes, it sometimes burns, but the burn feels a million times better than the itch. It also keeps the itch away for quite some time. However, I can't do it very often, as I don't want to burn my skin. I can't remember if I mentioned that I have tried putting olive oil on the rash. He recommended I use coconut oil. Not only directly on my rash, but also when cooking. All of this is super easy. The diet? Not soo much.

I have heard of others going gluten free, but it was never something I looked into. Wow, it's pretty tough. Throw in dairy free as well, and I can't have a lot of my favorite foods. It is easier since it is summertime, and we have lots of fresh veggies. I also have a couple yummy recipes I got from a friend that I will post. Substitute for ice cream? You KNOW I have that!

Maternity Photos

Here is just a tiny peek at some of my maternity photos. I ADORE them. Seriously, they make me tear up. My friend did an amazing job, and I am forever thankful I had them taken-especially before my whole rash breakout. I can't show you much, and due to the fact that I have never shown my face on this blog, that cuts back the amount even more. I wish I could share more, but maybe someday I will get brave and share my face. :)

Bumps & update

I had an ultrasound (bpp) yesterday to check on little man, because of my recent diagnois of pemphigoid gestational. They said his growth, fluid, & movement all looked good. I didn't have an appointment with the actual dr. though, which was a little annoying. I go back  next week for a regular appointment and another BPP ultrasound. Anyways, on to the bumps.

Scratch that diagnosis.

Both literally & figuratively. It's not PUPPS. I knew it was something uncommon when my OB went to get another OB to take a look, and I heard her comment that she had never seen this condition, only read about it before.

I have an autoimmune disease, gestational pemphigoid. Only about 1 in 50,000 women get this. Awesome odds, huh?

I will have this until delivery, at least. Sometimes it sticks around for months after. The only thing they can do is treat the symptoms. So, I'll keep testing out my natural remedies.

The scariest part is that I have to have weekly ultrasounds to monitor little man. I'm worried, no surprise there.

I have banana peels on my legs.

Literally. It makes it a little difficult to move without making a mess.

We think I have PUPPS, which, in short, is an itchy, hideous rash you get in pregnancy that has no cure, other than delivery, which is when the rash usually disappears.

Basically it itches like crazy and looks disgusting. It is mostly on my inner thighs, but has started to gravitate down my legs and up my belly. I have a few spots on my arms. Honestly, I can deal with the itchiness & pain better than the looks of it. Since it looks nasty, I no longer feel comfortable putting on a bathing suit in front of anyone other than family, and that also means all my dresses will just be hanging in the closet for the time being. I need to go out and buy long dresses to cover my legs. I currently only own 3 long dresses. Target is calling my name. Another bonus? Heat makes it worse.

Oh, back to why I have banana peels on my legs. I am trying some natural remedies I found online, since Benadryl makes me sleepy and I'm not really a medicine person. (minus injecting myself for a baby's sake)

Banana peels was on that list. I like bananas. Why not put the peel to good use after I eat one? I will also be lathering on some olive oil next time I get out of the shower. Then, putting on a paste of baking soda & water, which has provided relief for poison ivy in the past. I also ordered some Grandpa's pine tar soap, which apparently has worked wonders for many, and could possibly clear it up!

B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

True story.

My husband's Father's Day gift. It's fitting for multiple reasons.

Boob denial.

I've never had much in the boob department. Basically, I wear a bra to give me boobs. I knew my boobs had gotten a lot bigger while I have been pregnant, but I kept forgetting to go out and get a new bra. I have been wearing sports bras a lot so it hasn't been a huge problem, but when I did wear my regular bras I would have marks once I took it off where it had been digging into me. I just kept forgetting to buy a new one, or was too lazy to try some on when I did remember. I remembered last week when I was at Target and grabbed a 34 B and went into the dressing room with some other clothing. I was surprised when it was too small, yet in too much of a hurry to put my clothes back on and go get some other sizes.

I finally decided this week to try on multiple sizes and get a bra that actually fit. I think I stood in front of the mirror with my jaw on the floor for a good 30 seconds when the 34 C fit. 34C? I grabbed it last minute just for shits & giggles. I tried it on 3 more times today at home before I took the tags off because I was still in denial that I actually had boobs. Booby denial.

Bump x3

Yeah, I have a thing for dresses. Only the first one is an actual maternity dress, (which you will likely see again in blue). Yet another reason to love dresses!

Our crib is here!

Not ready to show our nursery yet, so here is a stock photo of the crib. It is the madison 4 in 1 by eden baby. We wanted a white, simple crib, and didn't expect the search to be so hard. The i.kea gulliver crib proved to be too short for us, so we ordered this one online. Love it!

Yes, that came out of his mouth.

If you missed my explanataion of these blog posts, you can find it here.

Husband: Whoa, your belly looks...alive & veiny.
Me: Alive & veiny?? Seriously? So I guess that means I should skip the two-piece. Veiny? I don't see any veins.
Husband: Yeah, alive & veiny. No, you can wear a bikini. It looks good.
Me: Alive & veiny? Whaaa?
Husband: Yeah. Like all red and stretched.
Me: Alive & veiny!?!

Whoa.

Hello, third trimester. Seriously, where has the time gone? This pregnancy is going by at warp speed.

Time flies when you're having fun! :)


(I know this means I will be forced to hear people tell me everyday, "Ohhhhh it will just drag onnn and onnn this summer. It is just sooooo hot & miserable." When people say anything like this I let them know that I have never spent 100 degree weather days outside, unless I am in a pool. It is a/c for me. So, I don't foresee me mixing it up and going for a jog in this weather. Therefore, I am good to go.)

No such luck.

You may remember a post about ordering my nursery chair. I hope I don't return this.

Well, we did, return it that is. It was super uncomfortable. Not only was it hard, but the way it angled I felt like I was going to fall forward out of it. If you are considering purchasing it, I highly recommend NOT.

I have found another one I love and is super comfy. It is local, so I was able to sit it in first. I did have to come to terms with the fact that it is nowhere near the deal of the last one, but it should be worth it. Photos to come, once it is here!

Bump it.

I know, I'm always a week behind. But, I take all the bump photos on Fridays, which is week change day! (Or, if I am a slacker, Saturdays. I usually wear nicer clothing & have my makeup done on the weekends so that is another reason, ha.)

Yes, that came out of his mouth.

My husband really is amazing, but sometimes, well, sometimes he says things that just make me shake my head. I will repeat them back to him with my "what the fvck look", giving him an opportunity to realize the ridiculousness and possibly change the wording or just full out retract the comment. But, he tends to stick with his original comment, seeing nothing wrong with it. He does this quite a bit. So, in honor of these wtf comments, I feel the need to start this series of blog posts. Yes, that came out of his mouth.

Me: Let's try to guess how much weight I have gained since my last appointment 4 weeks ago.
Husband: 10 pounds.
Me: Umm, they told me I am supposed to be gaining about a pound a week. It's only been 4 weeks. So, how much do you want to guess?
Husband: 10 pounds.

Only in my family, part 2

If you missed the first part of this post, you can find it here: Only in my family is this considered normal.

So, I returned the crackers to my parents the next time I visited. I kept the potato, since it may have ended up right back in my purse anyways.

Fast forward to last Friday. I got a notice from the post office that we had something to be picked up. It wasn't delivered because it lacked enough postage, $1.47 too short to be exact. First thing Monday morning I went to the post office to pick up the mystery package. I didn't recognize the writing and wondered who the hell it was from and what it could be while walking back to the car. I felt the envelope, attempting to guess what it was before opening it, and the only thing I could think of was seeds. Very odd. As I was opening it, something small & white fell out on my lap, which freaked me out a little, but didn't stop me from continuing. Once I ripped it all the way open, guess what I found? Crackers. The freakin crackers I made fun of my dad for taking.

So, only in my family is it totally normal to not only get crackers in the mail, but to have to pay for the extra postage.

Double up

Only in my family, is this considered normal.

I guess I should give a little background info, so you can understand why my main story is "normal" when it comes to my family. My (step)dad has always loved to play tricks on us growing up, and still to this day. There are too many to list, but his favorite was the the potato hide.

What, you never showed up to school with a random potato in your backpack? The first time I found a potato in my backpack I just left it in the bottom of my bag and went about my day, knowing my dad was loving the fact that I didn't notice it before I left the house. This continued randomly throughout gradeschool.

The other week we went out to dinner with my parents. I was giving my dad a hard time because he was taking his extra cracker packages home with him. I mean, come on, how could I NOT make fun of him for doing so? I mean, he was acting like an old person that hoards the extra food from restaurants.

So, I wasn't surprised when the next day I noticed my purse felt heavier than normal and I found a potato & some cracker packages in the side pouch. Since this is already so long, I'll leave the rest, and the main reason for my post, to another day.

What a difference a year makes.

It is bittersweet to look back at the past year, even two, to see how far we have come. To be honest, I don't think I will ever be able to have a Mother's Day that doesn't involve some sadness thinking of the past, even with how happy and lucky I am right now.

To all my friends that are still going through infertilty treatment hell and those whose babies were taken too soon; I am sending extra thoughts and love your way today. I hope next year at this time you are rocking your baby or anxiously awaiting a first ultrasound, first kick, or arrival.

Happy Mother's Day.

Another hurdle

24 weeks. That's what today marks. I have been itching to hit this milestone for a while now. 24 weeks=viability. Now, this is obviously not an invitation for little man to make his appearance any time soon, but it is one more hurdle we have managed to reach and get over. This hurdle deserves celebration and another sigh of relief.

Favorite money-saving sites

The following is a list of sites that are my favorites for daily deals/money saving sites. The deals change everyday, and you want to check them out early because hot items go fast! I starting stocking up on my cloth diaper stash with these sites over the past year +. If you have any to add, please leave me a comment!

http://www.babyhalfoff.com/

http://www.babysteals.com/  (This site actually  posts a deal every morning and night. I snagged an ergo sport for half-off last week! Score!!)

http://www.mamabargains.com/

http://www.ecobabybuys.com/

http://www.hippobargains.com/

http://www.bumpbargains.com/

http://www.zulily.com/invite/az221
This site offers numerous deals, adding new ones each day. This is my referral code, but I am pretty sure you can sign up without being invited.

http://www.totsy.com/join/borninabarn
This site works the same way as zulily, as in there are numerous deals each day. Again, this is my referral code. I have been a member/going to all these sites for over a year now. I am posting them bc I think some of you will love them too, not for the referrals. But if you want to sign up through my link, bonus. :)

Drop back and punt.

We can now see little man's kicks from the outside! I mentioned they were extra strong today, so why not check to see if we could see them. We didn't have to wait long to know that it wasn't too early.

Ah-mazing!

Double bump & bare belly

A letter to my sisters

I love this letter. I remember reading it for the first time over a year and a half ago. It made me cry then, and it still causes me to cry to this day.
I did not write this, and can not find the author info. If you know who did, please let me know so I can give them credit. I thought National Infertility Awareness week was a good time for this post
A Letter to my Sisters:

Infertility is like a party- a big, year or two or three or more long party that no one really wants to go to. In fact, it is a pretty lousy party, not much fun at all. But by the time you get the invitation, you are already there. Perhaps it is your doctor that gives you the invitation, or a specialist, or perhaps just plain old time that gives you the nudge that this is one party you won't be missing.

So we all show up at this party kicking and screaming. But since this party is held in our honor, we wipe our tears and look around the room. We see our mothers, our aunts, our sisters, and the lady down the street. The check-out lady is there, and so is the attorney, the school principal, and the taxi driver's wife. When we see them at first we are surprised- "I didn't know you were invited too" we say. But when we start to talk with them and learn their stories we know instantly we are sisters, and that their grief is our own, and that we aren't quite so alone.

This party is filled with sisters. My mother and perhaps yours too, was at this party once. So were many friends of mine. I am always humbled by seeing how many sisters I have here. Even as sisters leave, new ones come to take their place. I spent a long time there before it was my turn to leave. You too will leave this party someday.

There are parting gifts at this party, but most of us are so glad to leave when our time is up that we just throw them in our purse and forget they are there. Then one day, while we are looking for something else, we dig out a little box. Oh yes, our gift. We were looking for what to say to a sick friend, or perhaps how to handle some adversity that came our way and we found this little box in the bottom of our bag. We open it slowly, and there inside we find it. Endurance. Strength. Compassion. We were strong, and once walked through the fire she has made us stronger still. We have endured what would have once broken our hearts, devastated us, and come through with a strength that will not easily be silenced. And compassion. Our hearts have grown and now we can, without judgment, embrace each other in ways we couldn't before. We know the true meaning of kindness, and the value of compassion. We see humanity, for all it's sadness and all it's emptiness, and we can't do anything but wrap our arms around her in a warm, full embrace. We understand each other's sorrow, and we share our strength.

And so my Sister, stay strong. I understand how hard some days are, and I know how deeply you want this to end. Please know that it will, and that you do have the strength to endure this. You will. You will move forward because you desire this more than anything in your life. You will conceive, or you will adopt, or you will foster children. You will someday leave this place, this party in your honor, but you will remain a Sister forever.

Nursery Inspiration

I am planning on painting the walls in the nursery a gray color, and possibly painting the wall behind the crib a tealish-blue, similiar to the first photo. Also, I want to add oranges and the teal throughout the room. His furniture will be white.

Once I post pictures of the finished nursery, let's pretend you never saw these. Because, let's face it, they probably won't look anything like these.

I'm a little behind on things.

Really, I am. It seems like I am always slow to catch on to things that others are doing. Example 1, text messaging. I just didn't get the appeal for so long. I stood by my theory, if I really want to talk to someone I will call them. I slowly changed my theory and do text message, though not nearly as much as others. In all honesty, that could partly be due to the fact that I don't have unlimited messaging.

Another thing I was behind on-Swag.bucks. I started participating in this website at the end of last year, but I felt like I was one of the last to get on the swag.bucks wagon. Surprisingly to me, I have some friends who are also behind on times and had never heard of the site. So, in case you are behind like we were, I want to pass along the info to you guys, too. In short, you earn swagbucks and can redeem them for prizes and gift cards. I will be redeeming for ama.zon.com & tar.get gift cards. You earn these "digital dollars" numerous ways: using swag.bucks as your search engine, answering daily polls, taking surveys, plus others, but those are the ways I earn.  I find the easiest & quickest way to get bucks is through the search engine.

You can also gain bucks through referrals. So, if you decide to sign up and want to be extra nice, sign up through my link. Whether you use my link or not, you should still sign up. Because, really, who doesn't like free stuff?

I wanted to do something in memory of our loss(es) last year. I thought about planting some sort of tree, but could never decide on what type or where to plant it. Also, I wanted instant gratification so to speak. Since it was finally something I had control over, I wanted something that was pretty right away. No patience needed, for once. So, I planted some tulips in a couple different spots.

When I noticed the first one starting to bloom this year I had a mixed reaction. I thought back to the day I planted them, and what a sad place I was in at the time, and for a long time after. It made me count the months, and realize how old our baby would be. I wondered what she might have been like, or looked like. It made me think of all the amazing, strong women I know who are in that place right now, and how much I wish they never had to know that feeling. At the same time, I thought about how much had changed, finally, in the year that had passed.

So while tears were falling down my face,  I smiled.

I hope I don't return this.

So, I went ahead and ordered a glider/rocker for the nursery last night. I had been on a search and to be honest, it was stressing me out. Yes, I know it's ridiculous that a chair was stressing me out, but it was for multiple reasons. First, the ones I liked were expensive. Like, $700+ expensive. Plus, adding in the cost of the footstool.

  

 

The cost of the above chairs? $650, $1,349, & $800. All can be found at modernnursery.com, which also means, I can't sit before I buy. I mean, I know I will spend quite a bit of time in this chair, but come on! Also, I couldn't seem to find the color I wanted. I originally wanted a light gray. No luck. Everything came in pastels. I could find a purple but no gray. What the hell?  I finally decide I will go with a white. To hell with the fact that it will most likely be puked on at some point. I can always recover it, plus I thought it would be easier to find. But, I got lucky and found this.

Only $159.00!! If that wasn't shocking enough, I found it on wal.mart.com. It was out of stock, but I stalked the page daily until I was able to order it. Not my first color choice, but for that price I couldn't pass it up. Now, I just hope I like it and don't have to return it.





3 bumps

Half-baked!

I really can't believe it. This pregnancy is going by so fast and I feel lucky & grateful every single day. Little man's kicks are getting stronger all the time, and husband was actually able to feel some last night for the first time!

I promise to post my 20 week belly, plus the last couple weeks, soon.

In case you haven't heard...

PETA sucks. Apparently it is ok to make a mockery of infertility if it helps their latest campaign.  Check out this blog http://hannahweptsarahlaughed.blogspot.com/  for a full explanation and her open letter to PETA, along with their responses.

Plus, she has a way with words that I majorly lack.

We lied.

About our anatomy scan, that is. No, we didn't lie about the results. I promise he's a boy! :) We lied about when our scan was to our family & most everyone. We didn't want to just call and tell my parents what we were having, so we decided a surprise reveal would be fun!

Also, now that it is passed and we know he is healthy, I can admit another reason I didn't want to tell everyone. I was extremely nervous, and it was easier to stay somewhat calm by not having lots of people knowing & questioning me.

Now to the details. My parents' birthdays were last week, so on Friday we told them we were bringing over their gift. We used the largest box we could find and filled it with 'It's a boy' & blue balloons so when they opened the "gift" all the balloons floated out. They had no suspicions that we were lying about the date of the scan, so they were happily surprised. Sadly, I have no photos of their shock, because I didn't want to make them question why I was getting out a camera. Since I have no photos of their reaction, I'll leave you with some photos of little man.