It has been almost a month since I posed last. We have been very busy this month and I have had so much to say that I have avoided writing it. Plus, I haven't really been "in the mood." It's kind of like when you have 12 loads of laundry, and that is so overhwelming that you don't do any of it.
What's happened in a month?
Well, in case you missed the statuses, pictures, blue balloons, etc., we had our last doctor's appointment on July 9th, and found out that we are having a BOY! I have to be honest. We were totally convinced it was a girl (I guess because of our spider sense, which is obviously way off). Everyone said it would be a girl....I guess maybe we listened like people actually had a way of knowing lol. And, I was a little scared that I might be disappointed in some way if it wasn't a girl. I tried to express those difficult, anxious, emotions to my husband, like any good mental health therapist would do, but it did not have the comforting, reassuring effect I'd hoped for. Nevertheless, the moment our doctor announced that she was 100% positive that Baby Edwards had "penis and scrotum," I could not have been any happier! I am completely and totally in love with this baby boy and could care less about pink and bows. That is the truth. Though I do wonder if my husband is only capable of producing males and worry that I will be the mom with 15 boys, trying to get a girl. Funny stuff.
We had already planned a dinner, get together with our families, because we absolutely would not be able to wait a week to do the whole reveal party thing. Also, it was 2 days after my dad's birthday and we wanted to combine the two. So, Tim and I went and bought some cute boy things and pink and blue cupcakes to help make our announcement. We wrapped up the boy things as my dad's birthday present (because he was dead set on being the FIRST to know, even so much as calling all day trying to convince us to tell him ahead of time lol). We also signed dad's card, "Judah Michael Edwards," because what better birthday present than to have your grandson named after you?! :) Judah's name is kind of a cool story. We had talked very little about boy names (since our spider sense said girl), but one night Tim mentioned that he liked the name Judah. In my head, I knew that "Michael" would fit perfectly, after my dad and my favorite big brother, but never said it to Tim. A few nights later he said he really liked "Judah Michael," and since we are both really into meanings of names, we looked them up. Judah means "Praise," and Michael means "the one who is like Christ." Together they say "Give praise for the one who is like Christ," and so we had our baby boy's name, with no others even in the running. It has been really neat to call him by name.
Also, at our doctor's appointment, our dr. pointed out several things like his 4 chamber heart, his organs, his full 2 lips- meaning no cleft palate, good flow through the umbilical cord, all good signs of a healthy, growing baby! A week later we got results of the blood test, which was negative. Another good sign of a healthy baby. We couldn't be more thankful.
What else? Last week we went on vacation to Seagrove, FL with some of our very best friends in the world! We had an absolute blast. Judah and I shared ice cream nearly every day. It was so convenient to have an ice cream shop in the parking lot of our condo! I justified it since I didn't eat much at "real meals." I dont' eat seafood. And in case you didn't know, seafood places don't do anything else very well, AT ALL. The only bad part of vacation was the drive home. We got stuck in traffic and rain, and I was tired, cranky, and extremely miserable. Almost to the point of tears. I may have snuck in a few under my boppy pillow, which accompanied me every long mile.
Funny story of the week:
Sunday night my stomach was feeling queasy, but not terrible. I got up to use the bathroom and ended up getting really, REALLY sick. I am convinced that I threw up everything I ate on vacation. At the same time, I peed all over myself....again. The worst part was that I was totally aware what was happening, but had absolutely no control over it! Plus, I peed on the bathroom rug. Now, if that doesn't make you feel like a 80 year old poodle, I don't know what will. Thankfully, my husband spent the night before snoring my ears off, so he couldn't say anything when I wet the rug. And, I think he still loves me. Lucky gal! ;)
There is probably so much more to say, but I either can't remember, am getting tired of typing, or both. We are almost half way now, and starting to think of all the things I need to do in the next 20 weeks! I will try to keep up with the blog more often!
