Tractors or Tea Parties?

We find out the gender of Baby Lloyd in a week and a half. I thought it would be fun to see what some old wive's tales had to say about what it might be.

Mood: If you are moody then you are having a girl, and if you are happy it will be a boy.

As much as I hate to admit it, I lean towards the moody side.
Verdict: Girl

Feet: If you're feet are colder, it's a boy.

Verdict: Girl

Acne: If the baby is stealing all of your beauty, it's a girl.

Verdict: Girl

Heart Rate: If the heart rate is above 140, it's a girl. Below 140 is a boy.

8 weeks 5 days 164. 12 weeks 5 days 156.
Verdict: Girl

Ring Test: Using a string, hang your wedding ring over your pregnant belly. You are having a girl if the ring swings back and forth and it’s a boy if it swings in a circle.

Verdict: Boy

Cravings: If you crave sweets, it's a girl. If you're craving salty or sour, it's a boy.

Verdict: Both?

Chinese Gender Chart: The Chinese Gender Chart claims to have an accuracy rate of over 90%. It is based on how old the mother is at conception and the month that she conceived.

Verdict: Girl

Sympathy Weight: If your husband starts gaining weight with your pregnancy, you'll have a girl.

It would be a miracle if Taylor gained any weight ever.
Verdict: Boy

Morning Sickness: If you have been experiencing morning sickness, it's a girl. If it has been smooth sailing for you, then it's a boy.

So stinkin' neasous and sick the first trimester.
Verdict: Girl

Overall Verdict:
Girl: 6
Boy: 2

Are the wive's tales right? What do you think Baby Lloyd will be?

Week 17 Bumpdate

Veryyyy much of this is still fat so don't be impressed, but it is definitely starting to round out.

How far along? 17 weeks.

Total weight gain: Still at -9 maybe -8

Maternity clothes: Nope. I did try a pair of pants on a week or two ago though, but they felt weird so I put them back on the rack.  

Stretch marks: Nope.

Sleep: Getting as much sleep as I can, but sleeping on my stomach is starting to get uncomfortable. 

Best moment this week: Ordering a crib and buying a glider, and receiving a stroller and car seat from Taylor's parents. So excited and it makes it so much more real! Also finding the heartbeat super fast with our fetal doppler. We've gotten good at it and good at knowing where the baby's heart usually is.

Miss anything? Some of my pants fitting me.

Movement: I don't think so. 

Food cravings: Chicken nuggets or chicken tenders. Of course I want the chicken tenders from the gas station that I worked at in high school.

Anything making you sick or queasy: Mainly just things that smell bad like dirty kitchens.   

Gender: Only a few more weeks until we find out!

Labor signs: None.

Symptoms: Acne, a little bit of morning sickness, fatigue, pregnancy dreams.

Belly button in or out? In.

Wedding rings on or off? On.

Happy or moody most of the time: Mostly happy, but I imagine once the semester ends I will be all happy.

Looking forward to: The semester ending next week, and leaving for Pennsylvania in two weeks. Family. The lake. Boating. Trees. Trees. Trees. Wayne County Fair. Palmyra. East coast food. Eeeeeppp!

I started feeling better around week 15 and now I only have random times of feeling nauseous instead of it being constant like it was before. It makes this much more bearable, and it gives me more time to be happy about this journey. I definitely feel like I'm in an awkward fat but not pregnant looking stage.

A Real Life Post

Blogger lives always seem way to pretty and perfect so I thought I might share some of my not so perfect life.

On my way into my parking spot Monday evening I checked the mail to find another two hundred dollar doctor bill in our mail box. (Pretty sure Heavenly Father forgot to give us some extra money when he blessed us with this pregnancy..)

On Tuesday morning I spilled juice all over the counter and floor as I was getting breakfast. I didn't have time to clean it up before I left for school so it was still there when I got home at 5:30.

Also on Tuesday I called three different home inspectors before I found someone that could inspect the home we're buying this week. It had to be done by the end of the week, and hey shouldn't we know that we were supposed to set up this appointment as first time home buyers?

When I got home from school on Tuesday I sat in our kitchen and cried to Taylor because I want to be done with school forever so bad, and I'm pretty sure that one of my teachers hates me.

After struggling to fall asleep Tuesday night I had to get up by 6:30 to leave for school Wednesday morning. Part way through my school day I received a phone call from our mortgage lender saying that we needed to come in today or tomorrow to sign a ton of papers if we want to close by the end of the month. Ok great because I don't get home until 6 on Wednesdays and your office closes at 5, and I don't get home until after 5 on Thursdays. I guess I'll make two trips to Rexburg in one day to get these papers signed because what is money and gas at this point. 

Wednesday night I cried to Taylor once again. But this time it was because I have nothing to wear and am seriously struggling with not being able to wear a lot of my shirts since I received my endowments. Mix that frustration with it being way too hot in our apartment, I was tired, and pregnancy hormones and you don't get a pretty sight. I might have ripped a shirt off and threw it on the ground once I realized it didn't work anymore either..

What a week it has been and I still have a ton of homework to do for school, homework to do for our mortgage lender, and our home inspection that we have to be tonight that's supposed to take almost two hours. Throw on top of that school finishing in a week and half and the stress that comes with the end of a semester and you get a hot mess.

Maybe Friday will be better to me, and I will finish this week on a good note :)

For happiness sake here is a picture from a very happy day celebrating our country. 

I truly do love my not so glamorous life. 

The story of our first doctor's appointment

This is one of those posts that is more for me because I want to remember it down the road then it is for anyone else. Our first doctor's appointment was not filled with the joy that I expected it to be. It was actually the exact opposite of how I thought it would go.

I went in on a Thursday (4/17) in the afternoon. Once I got there I found out that they were going to do an ultrasound. I called Taylor and he immediately left work. So we went back into the room did blood pressure and weight and all that, and then they figured out what they wanted to do next. Because my periods were irregular they couldn't use my last period date to give me a due date.

Because of this they decided to do an ultrasound. The ultrasound tech was nice and did it fast. She looked at my uterus, and as she finished up she nonchalantly said, "We don't see any sign of a baby, but it could be too early." I knew I wasn't as far along as they thought I was with my last period, but I didn't expected to hear that. I said ok and we went back to talk with the doctor.

He seemed nice enough, but one one of his first questions was, "Did you take a pregnancy test?" I wasn't so sure that I liked him. Like no I didn't take any pregnancy tests I just has some weird intuition that I was pregnant so I thought I would come in and spend a fortune on a doctor's visit. I told him I took like seven and he simply said ok.

Leaving it at this would have been hard enough to deal with, but then he told us that the ultrasound showed that I have an arcuate uterus. All that I heard him say after that was greater chance of miscarriage, breech babies, and preterm labor. So now I'm not pregnant and I've got a screwed up uterus that will be a problem forever. Just great. At this point I'm holding back tears (because hello I really was pregnant so I was extremely emotional) and ready to go home, but they draw my blood and ask me to come back in two days to have it drawn again so that they can check my HCG levels. So I sit there still holding back tears while I wait to get called in to the room for my blood and then as she takes my blood.

I then have to sit there to make another appointment for two days later instead of four weeks later like the receptionist expected me to say. Just rubbing salt on the wide open wound. The second I stepped outside I lost it, and boy was I grateful to have Taylor at that appointment at that moment.

By the time they called me back on Saturday with my results I was in the temple so I had to wait until Monday. Talk about torture. As we know things ended with a good phone call Monday morning, but it was a rocky road getting to that phone call.