Soda Crackers (and Beef). It's what's for Dinner.

As I approach the end of my first trimester, two burning questions come to mind. One, when will my belly begin to pop? Two, is it really the end of morning (noon, night) sickness? I remember having a conversation with my mom the week I found out I was pregnant regarding the infamous early pregnancy symptom, nausea. My mom delighted me with the utmost reassurance that she had never experienced any morning sickness or resemblance of such in all of her pregnancies. Oh, I remember. Yes, of course. I smiled and relished in hearing all these wonderful things. I felt almost entitled to skip this by-product of pregnancy. Well, hadn't I heard countless times that one's pregnancy is very similar to that of their mother's? Ha! With a vengeance I was struck down about 2 weeks later. In the beginning, the symptoms were mild and deceiving. Oh, no thank you. I'll pass on the latte, my stomach is a little queasy. Before I knew it, I was a ravaged beast one minute; and a bloated, hung-over-like wretch the next. You see, I not only have these terrible bouts of nausea that can make a scrumptious pecan pie look like dried-up fruit cake; I have moments in which the only thing that will keep me from screaming bloody murder is a juicy piece of filet with potatoes. I'm all over the board. It completely boggles my mind how suddenly I can go from mildly hungry to a ravenous fool. Bless Justin's heart. He's always ready to pounce or withdraw. He has the patience of a saint. God knew just what I needed.

Although my growing child will be worth every nauseating minute, I'm ready for the next phase. Bring on the heartburn and backache. So do you have any morning sickness stories, ladies? That's ok, you can share all about your flawless first trimester as well. I won't hold it against you.

Do we want a Boy or a Girl? Just give us a child with the faith of this little angel.

Can you be in love with someone you have never met?

I find myself daydreaming as I consider the growing miracle that is happening inside my body. This week (week 10), baby has switched from an embryo to a fetus-which means "little one." Twenty tiny baby buds are forming in her/his gums. Her/His wrists and ankles have formed , and one can make out fingers and toes. Tiny nails are now present. All in all the greatest miracle is that this precious little one- roughly the size of a paper clip- has a completely developed heart. This heart can be clearly seen and heard (thank you, technology) at a merely 8 weeks of pregnancy.
The Ultrasound experience...without a doubt one of the most exhilarating experiences in my 31 years of life. So that's what those tissues are for. There is nothing that will kick into gear excitement for the advent of a baby like listening to her/his heartbeat for the first time. The sound is best described as, galloping horses.
Yes, I'm in love. I thank God on a daily basis for such an astounding method of creation. My part in this pregnancy business so far is simply to rest, eat well, exercise, rest some more. Nature is busy developing what will in under 8 months come to be a human being...utterly and completely dependent on mom and dad for food, nurturing, and basic survival. That's a tall order; however, Justin and I are up for the challenge : )

Our Firsts.........

Justin needs all of the help he can get....

Thanks Tracy, Ana loves the Pregnancy Bible; they are a wealth of information!

The book that inspired the blog.....

Our first toy from Nanny....it sings and prays!

Our first congrats card from Dad & Marce...Those skinny legs look just like Justin & Ana's

First Ultrasound

Our first ultrasound went well!! Check out the first pictures of our little one :)

Congratulations! It's a...blue line!

The night was November 6th around 10pm and Ana and I were in our second week of trying to 'make a baby'; we both thought that it would take at least three months to get her pregnant. We (Ana) had the ovulation times down, the cycles memorized, stocked up on pregnancy tests and were ready to begin.....Well its Monday night, apparently Ana felt the need to practice taking a pregnancy test. Unknown to me she took it and then promptly threw it away. God only knows what made her go get it out of the garbage. At this point I walk into our room and find her with the most unusual look on her face. The best way I can describe it is fear, like freaked out fear and crazy, like insane loopy crazy; you know that look, we have all seen it in someone we love, the one that creates a million thoughts to cram into your mind all at the same time, anyway after we go to the store to get more tests (just to make sure we were really pregnant), it is confirmed that she is pregnant. We jump around and scream with Roberto. Wow! We are gonna have a baby!