All we need is the dog...

is what Tim said when we found out that our newest addition is a baby boy! I was pretty shocked, even though I have had symptoms that were light years away from the symptoms I had with Layla.



Even though I was only 15 weeks + 2 days, it was pretty apparent that the shape shifter was a boy. The appointment went well. I gained another two pounds, which puts me at 5 lbs total. Not bad, not great. I felt as if I had gained a ton more because it seems that I just can not get full! I have heard that when you are pregnant with a boy, you tend to be hungrier. I sure hope this little one has mercy on me. My prayer is that I make it out of this pregnancy weighing less than 400 lbs.
This week also marked the second week of my p-17 injections. The home health care nurse came over and instructed Tim on how to give the shot in my hip. The anxiety of having an intramuscular needle pierce through my skin, fat, and muscle was much worse than the actual act itself. The shots aren't bad at all. I actually didn't feel it all the first time, so I have dubbed my right side as "The Good Hip". Eh, only in the sense of how well it can take a intramuscular injection. Apparently it decided to be good at something since it is no good at holding up my body weight. I look pretty silly walking, and bouncing along as if I am normal and in shape, only to have the right hip slip in its determination to bring me to the ground. So far, I am winning the battle, but only because I know how to anticipate an attack seconds in advance.
Score: Me-1, Hip-0.

Missing that former life

It's amazing how things in your life can change in an instant. Other than the occasional boredom, I have been content with being a stay at home mom to Layla. Today I visited my former school, and I realized just how much I miss everyone and teaching. It was bitter sweet seeing my classroom inhabited by another teacher. On one hand it's nice to see the room where you spent so much time and grew so much as a teacher, but on the other hand you feel territorial because you still feel like it is your room, and someone else is there with your things.
It was bittersweet seeing my old students. My heart swelled with pride when they squealed my name in excitement as soon as I walked into the building--wanting to jump out of their seats--but their allegiance to their new teacher kept them seated. It is nice to be remembered. It is amazing to be remembered, especially in young minds. Since I have been home, I have seen a student here and there, and they always come to say hi, but being in a school with many students shouting your name makes you feel like a celebrity for a day. :-) It was so nice to catch up with my former coworkers too. I really needed this today because I have been feeling...blah.
This pregnancy has been so much different than when I was pregnant with Layla. I already feel as if I am falling apart. Pubic symphysis disorder has already kicked in, my hips give out, my elbows ache, my knees ache, and my tailbone has to be soaked nightly. I am also "showing" a lot earlier than last time. I don't look pregnant yet, but my weight has started to redistribute itself to my stomach already, making it necessary for me to wear maternity shirts. I get nauseous a lot, but don't vomit as much.
I go back to the doctor on Feb 18, and may possibly be able to find out the gender of this baby. Tim and I are both hoping for another little girl, but since this child will complete our family, a boy will be fine.