Tuesday, January 6, 2009

July 30th & I HATE chicken

We had our first doctors appointment for the new baby yesterday! It went really well and I don't have much to report here. My due date is now officially July 30th. We had an early ultrasound to confirm dates last week and that lady told me the 28th. At the doctors appointment, the nurse had written July 25th (based on the pregnancy wheel) and July 30th (based on the ultrasound)She said the doctor will decide the due date. Well, much to my suprize, the doctor let ME decide. Of course it doesn't really matter what that date says because we all know they come when they are ready. I chose the latest date to try to avoid being overly anxious at the end. So, July 30th it is! The baby's heartbeat sounded really good and was pretty fast. I'm 11 weeks this week so in a few more weeks, I might start feeling better. Empahsize MIGHT because I don't want to get my hopes up. Or Derrick's. Because, on the way home from our appointment last night, I had to drop him off at his car at work. It was close to 5:00. The dreaded question was right around the corner. To add to matters, now I'm not only nasuous all day but now I have excess saliva and a horrid taste in my mouth. But...I knew the dreaded question had to be discussed, well, mainly because at the very least, my little boy HAS to eat something. So, Derrick very graciously said, "well, i won't ask you what's for supper AND I know you won't eat this, but would you mind if I just stop over at the meat shop and pick up some chicken for myself and Leighton tonight?" There were no more words in the car. My cold, hard glare said it all. He just slowly opened the door and squeezed out of my car as fast as he could.......

1 comment:

HOME...the most important place on earth said...

You are too cute...I hope you feel better REALLY soon!