21 Weeks

So the first time I felt the little Waylon move was at 18 weeks, right after I had my 4D ultrasound that determined he was a boy. Gradually, the movements have been getting more and more frequent. A couple of weeks ago, he gave me a good ol' kick that made me jump! It's the most insane feeling in the world. I don't even know how to describe it...it's just amazing. I look forward to those movements each day. Unfortunately, I think it's still a little too early for them to be regular, so they're very sporadic and surprise me throughout my day.

This past weekend was Christmas. Oh my! Waylon is already spoiled and he's not even here yet! My friend Jessica got him a Rolling Stones onesie and a Rolling Stones lullaby CD. My friend Amy got him some onesies, some cute little shoes and a book. My brother's girlfriend got him some rad zombie onesies. Greg's family got him some onsesies, bibs and picture frames. But Greg's Mom got Waylon the most amazing gift. She had a little rocking chair when she was a kid, which eventually became Greg's rocking chair when he was a kid. Well, Grandma Cindy found it in the attic and customized it just for Waylon! How cool is that???? Plus, she found some of Greg's baby clothes (super sweet glitter iron-on T's from the 80's!) and gave those to Waylon, too!

The super cool thing is, our friends Josh and Jenelle have a daughter named Guinevere. This year for Christmas, Guinevere also got a rocking chair that belonged to her Grandma and Jenelle! Also, Greg (AKA: Uncle Chops) customized a Radio Flyer wagon just for Guinevere! It got a new paint job with pink scallops on both sides and silver pinstripes around it. It also got some big, go-kart wheels! And I sewed leopard print padding for the inside.

And check out sweet, little Guinevere hanging out in her new wagon!

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Happy New Year to you all! I know it's going to be a great 2011!!!! :)

19 Weeks

So...I had another ultrasound this week. The doctor just wanted to check out some stuff and make sure everything was in good working order. Well, my doctor got quite a show. Waylon decided he wanted to flash her every chance he got. It was quite humorous and we both had a good laugh over it. Luckily, she was able to get a pretty awesome shot of Waylon's cute, little foot. Today, I'm taking Waylon to his very first Broadway musical: Rock of Ages. I can't wait! It's a musical with nothing but 80's rock!!!!! The hubby got me tickets for my birthday and my friend Charlene and I are going. Then we're meeting up with a few lady friends afterwards for dinner. So here I am all dressed up and ready to go!

Waylon

Since I'm incredibly impatient, I couldn't wait until January at my doctor's appointment to find out the sex of the little nugget growing inside of me. So, I set up an appointment with my local 3D/4D ultrasound office. Armed with my posse of family and friends, I walked into the room crossing my fingers that the little one would cooperate and show the goods.

He didn't disappoint me.

As soon as she put that thing on my gel covered belly, it was out for all the world to see, "Oh! Did you see that? It's a boy! It's sticking straight up!" Go figure. The room filled with laughter and screams. Next...everyone was on their cell phones informing EVERYONE of the news.

It's a little boy. His name is Waylon Mark. Waylon, after the legendary, badass country singer, Waylon Jennings. And Mark after two great men in my husband's life: Mark Chatfield, guitarist for Bob Seger, and Mark Farley, my husband's stepdad.

FINALLY

Yes, finally. After what seems like an eternity of trying, there is officially a little rock star growing in my belly.

Check out the wee one at 9.5 weeks! Pretty freaking sweet! I got to see it's heartbeat, and once I saw it...I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. It was such a HUGE relief to know that everything was OK. I cried and cried and cried.

My next appointment wouldn't be until I was at 14 weeks, and it was yesterday...on my birthday. And on my birthday, I heard my little baby's heartbeat. It was the most amazing birthday present EVER.

So far, the baby has been pretty good to me, and I'm so thankful. No morning sickness. Maybe a little bit of queasiness for a little bit, but nothing major. I've lost my taste for pretty much all foods. NOTHING ever sounds good to me...except for bread and sweets. Sleeping has become a lot more difficult for me. I toss and turn a lot and my hips ache. But other than that...it's been smooth sailing.

I'm ecstatic, excited, nervous, happy and relieved. :)