Week 7 Day 6

Still feeling like poop. Although, I think I'm finally getting into a routine. I have to shove a cracker into my mouth before even getting up. If i do that, I'm ok for the rest of the day. If i don't, then I feel TERRIBLE all day and all night. The medication I was given seems to help a little bit. I'm excited to see the doctor on Monday. Hopefully she'll give me some more pointers and insight into this whole nausea thing. I've heard from a few coworkers that she's very nice so fingers crossed that Don and I like her!

We told my parents and my niece and nephew on Monday (my sister already knew). I decided to buy a cake for dessert and asked the people at the bakery if they could put my due date on the cake (May 13th, 2017). After dinner, I took out the cake and my mom looked at it and was like, "What the hell...?" I told her that that's the date that she'll be getting #3. She was SHOCKED. She screamed, then proceeded to push me away and then tug me back and hug me. Then she burst into tears.
Seriously, Don and I should have bet how long it would take her to cry. She's definitely a crier. Hahaha!

The cake was a cute touch I thought and the people at the bakery were all over it. They loved the idea of putting the due date on the cake.

Note to self and to others: Wegmans bakery is the bomb. Make sure to get cake from there for baby shower cause their cake was really good. 

After we told my parents and everyone was done with cake, my mom said she still had a lot of our baby outfits in her hope chest. Then she pulled out this gem:

Part of my first outfit home

Apparently, this is part of the outfit that I came home from the hospital in. I wore a onsie but then had this t-shirt over it. And then I was placed in my christmas stocking and transported home. The shirt is a little yellowed due to the age of the shirt but it's still cute. Love how both grandma's know where their kid's first outfit home was!

Obviously, my parents will remain Meme and Pepe. But Don's parents are first time grandparents so they will get to decide. Don's dad has already decided to be Pop pop (which is awesome and adorable BTW). Don's mom was leaning towards Grandma but also said that she likes Nana so we will see. I had a nana and loved her to pieces (even though she was mean and kinda nasty to everyone else, I was apparently her favorite!). Don's unsure about the name nana but it doesn't really matter to me. As long as everyone is happy, I don't care.

Week 7 day 1

Today has been an overall good day so far. My stomach is cooperating and I generally feel OK. I've been taking the morning sickness medication and I think it really helps. I've also been checking my blood pressure and the levels are pretty good. I'll just have to keep watching it to make sure it doesn't turn into something else.

We finally told Don's family that we are expecting last night. Don's brother seemed indifferent (which I figured) and Don's mom was over the moon and Don's dad was very happy. We were very nervous about telling them so I'm glad everything went well! Their support meant a lot to us and I think we were nervous about their reaction. Best part? I got a text from Don's mom with a picture of what Don wore when he came home from the hospital. He was too big to fit in newborn clothes apparently. I love how she went home and knew exactly where to find the outfit! So cute.

Look at that little onsie! So cute!

Chief complaints: still have some morning sickness but it's being managed by medication, shortness of breath, being tired, boob soreness, peeing all the time

Cravings/food aversions: I've been sorta craving fruit, especially melon and honey dew. I had a chai latte this morning and it was OK, the cinnamon didn't bother me. Maybe I'll get to enjoy fall after all!

Baby Goetz is the size of a raspberry! Can't wait to blow raspberries on their little tummy! Their brain and lungs are developing more and more everyday. Soon they will look like a baby rather than a tadpole. Can't wait until my first ultrasound so I can maybe see their face or hear their little heart beat.

Update: I had my first real craving today! I really wanted an ice cream sandwich and thought that if I couldn't get one, I'd legit die. I went to the grocery store, purchased some and frantically ripped the box open as fast as I could.