Latest ultrasound and such!

So we had our "stage 2" ultrasound. Because of the 2 cysts, they scheduled a 2nd ultrasound by a more "experienced" technician. He's actually one of the doctors at the clinic who went through extra schooling for ultrasounds. He looked at everything from general appearance (how the knuckles lined up, where the chin was in proportion to the rest of the face, size of bones, etc.) to how the organs were functioning, blood flow, artery placement, etc. He was looking for "soft signs" or something like that. After he was done, he smiled, looked at me, and said, "You can continue your monthly check ups with your regular midwives. Your baby looks great." As happy as he was, I was still reeling from the previous bad news and felt even a bit "apprehensive" still. I was of course happy, but not jumping for joy. More like, "are you SUUURE??" But now that it's been a few weeks, I can report that I've been able to relax some. We got the test results from my blood work in the mail recently, and about made me cry when it showed that my chances of having a trisomy baby were 1 in 10,000. STILL that chance, I understand that, but the ultrasound along with the test results are at least giving me SOME peace of mind. I still am anxious to get this baby here. Breath better when she's in my arms.

But not really cuz when do you really stop worrying? :)

Anyways, life is going well. Kids started school. I have a 7th, 6th, 4th, 2nd, K, and preschool. My middle schoolers love it. I asked my 6th grader what he liked BEST about middle school. He goes, "You don't have to walk in a line anymore." Wasn't expecting that!

But very glad he's happy as a new middle schooler.

And of course the busy sports season has started. 5 playing soccer, 1 playing football. People are always asking how we do sports. I'm not quite sure how to properly answer that cuz you just make it happen. You deal with 6 kids playing sports as you would 1, 2, or 10. Put on your big girl panties and go!! My 7th grader is playing football for the first time. I'm a bit nervous about that. I tried to brainwash him into soccer since his preschool soccer team, but it didn't work. We'll see how the season goes. He can try out for the JV team next year, so I thought why not let him get one season under his belt before tryouts.

My 6th grader is die hard MLS! So of course I'm loving that. He's one of 2 from his team last year that was pulled up to play with the "red" team. This red team is a pretty tight group. So he needs to work his way in w/o getting discouraged, including just coming out of a broken leg situation. He's cut out of that fabric though, he can do it. I'm looking forward to his season.

I'm coaching my 2nd graders team this year. I love that I don't have to coach the k and 1st graders. It's just one step up, but I feel like I can start to get some real soccer playing going on in their little brains. It's fun. I sure love it!! And hoping that all the sports and busy weeks and weekends hurries up this pregnancy! :)

Matt's in his last semester of CLASS work. I love it! It's like I see a light at the end of the tunnel!!! I'm almost 40. It'll be so nice to have an INCOME soon. It's been quite the road for us. I married Matt after I had already graduated, but he was still getting his BS. Then he got his Masters, then PhD, worked for a couple of years, and decided to do the PA program. 2 years more. Anyways, it's all good. It's better financial security for the family and he's been SOOOO HAPPY this past year in school! It's great! I know he'll be a great PA. When he's get there!!

Today I took my little preschooler in for his "well check" which included 4 shots. In the waiting room he suddenly got this look of fear and said to me, "I don't want the doctor to do this" and he proceeded to poke his pointer finger way deep into his belly. I had the feeling that he was referring to getting shots, but wasn't remembering correctly. But I ran with it. He goes, "Mom, pinky promise that the doctor won't do this" (push finger deep into belly.) So I said, "I PINKY promise!"

Because he WASN'T going to do that, right?

After he got his 4 shots, through his tears, he goes, "Mom, you PINKY promised!!!" So I played dumb and reminded him that I pinky promised not getting a finger pushed through his belly. O just looked at me as if to say, "You KNEW what I meant!" So I said, "you meant to say, 'no shots!'" The doctor told me he wouldn't get any more immunizations until he was 11, so I went ahead and said, "so I PINKY PROMISE that no shots!" I figure by the time he's 11 he'll either forget the pinky promise or be better able to deal with shots.

Lately Matt and I have been sorta butting heads regarding something. It's sports. I won't write about it now, but I will in my next post. I'd love to hear people's reactions/opinions, but to be perfectly honest, I'm more curious than looking for "advice." Because I know where I stand and nothing's going to change it. But for now, I'm saying good night! And I'll let everyone know when I post the "sports" blog.

Good night!