{Bacon Bit...or 1st Trimester in Review}

There it is folks. The little Bacon Bit that's been causing all this uproar (in all it's 13 week glory). Awww.... (the top and bottom frames are head measurements, the middle is head on the left, then torso with little arm on bottom, legs curled up -- or that's what they tell me, anyway). Gotta love these early alien/gummy bear ultrasounds.

Thank goodness the 1st trimester is over. I knew how bad it was gonna be... but that just doesn't seem to make it any better when you're right in the middle of it all. Baby growin' makes me tired, sick, and super grouchy. Not necessarily in that order. I do have to be uber grateful that the sickies have ended sooner than my other pregnancies. Uber.

Not that we haven't had our bad days. I'm sure Todd hopes the day never comes again (hypothetically) when he comes home from work to find me curled up on the floor in our bedroom in front of the space heater and have this (hypothetical) conversation:

Him, "You OK?"

Me, "Nope."

Him, "How long have you been there?"

Me, "Dunno."

Him, "What are the kids doing?"

Me, "Dunno... but they're safer out there alone than with me."

Him, "Oooookay. Um, I'll start dinner. You just come out when you're ready."

Hypothetically.

Alright. True story. Not my best moment. How do you explain hormones to children?!?

Elizabeth has been a life saver. She is the kindest, most thoughtful, most patient little mother to the other kids ever. She has really stepped up and been so much help. It's a totally different experience this time around for me. Caroline is full of loves and sweet things to say, she always hugs the baby before she goes to bed or leaves for school. Even Louis has been a trooper. I have the best kids ever.

So far me and Bacon Bit have pretty much been surviving solely on:

homemade bread (bless my neighbor Michelle for bringing me the first few loaves, then giving me the best fool-proof bread recipe ever!),

smoothies,

dry frosted mini wheats,

animal crackers, and

ice water. Lots and lots of ice water.

Unfortunately there has been a strict zero tolerance policy for chocolate or sweets of any kind. (Is this really MY child?) I'm in negotiations for a policy change.

I think I'm still a little in shock that this is really happening. I could not be more happy, honestly! There was awhile there we really thought that our baby days were over, and I love me some babies, so I'm just overwhelmed with joy at getting to do this again. I cannot wait to smell that sweet baby hair, and snuggle that little face into my neck. *sigh* Plus, I get to tell Todd, "HA! I was right and you were wrong!" I want another one after this one just to show him who's boss. We'll see.