Had Me Quite The Scare Today.

You know how they say that God will never give you more than you can handle? For a few brief moments today I was sure I was the exception to the rule. I had a nasty pregnancy scare, and during those few brief moments I was sure I had lost my baby.

Fortunately I didn't miscarry, the baby is still in there and is just fine. So I guess my guardian angel is watching over me and Number Two. But I'll tell you what, I can't remember ever being that scared. Except maybe on 9/11 when my parents were on a plane to Dallas and I didn't know if theirs was one that hit the Twin Towers or not. That may qualify as the scariest moment of my life, and today's scare definitely takes second.

I automatically assumed the worst. I think I did that because I have suffered a miscarriage once already. Many of you don't know this, but I got pregnant and miscarried right after my wedding. So today I saw blood and assumed it was happening again. I was angry, disappointed, devastated, and hysterical. Never once did I consider that the blood I saw might be, well, normal. I never bled while pregnant with Price, so why would I

Oooo, John Schneider on tonight's CSI rerun. Man, I had the biggest crush on that guy as a kid.

Anyway, since I never bled during my last pregnancy, blood now would seem abnormal to me. Now that I have my wits about me again, I realize that this pregnancy has already been nothing like my last. Nothing. The doc said every pregnancy is different, just like every kid is different. I'm still amazed at how unconcerned he was about the gravity of my situation; he made me feel so very much better.

And then my wonderful father came over this evening just to take Price for a walk around the neighborhood. He is so sweet, and I sent him home with dinner since he's been a bachelor this week while my mom hangs out at the cabin with her sisters. I gave all three of the old cronies a good scare today too. :)

Now I'm enjoying my quiet house and thinking about heading to bed early. Here's a toast to the patron saint of crazy expectant mothers!

You've Heard the Rumors...

...and they are true! PG tests and ultrasound confirm that Shawn and I are expecting Baby Caron #2 in February. After nearly nine months of trying, this is happy news for us!

This pregnancy is already quite different from my first one. I'm suffering from morning sickness, for one. I never did with Price, but this baby has me nauseated pretty much 24/7. Very uncomfortable, but what can an expectant mother do? Hopefully it'll subside in coming weeks.

As of today, I am 8 weeks, 2 days along. Due date is semi-officially set at 2/21/10. I'm scheduling a cesarean for this one, and they tell me that they'll do it at 39 weeks. This could very well end up being a Valentine's Day baby! Price didn't make it to 39 weeks (my water broke at 38-1/2), so this ought to be interesting!

We have lots of work to do with Price in the meantime. He'll need to be transitioned into his big-boy bedroom, and I'm a little nervous because I don't know how he'll respond to such a dramatic change. That, and I'm not sure how I feel about giving him the freedom and ability to get out of his bed and wander around at night. But I guess I can't keep him in his crib forever.

We'll also need to work with him on his jealousy of mom and dad's attention. He adores babies, and I don't see that having one around will be a problem. But the amount of time and attention a new baby will require from me is going to be a problem. My daycare provider suggested I buy a babydoll and use that to get Price used to the idea. Not a bad plan!

We will find out the gender at my 20 week ultrasound. I'm happy with whatever I get, but it sure would be nice to have one of each. Here are pics from this morning's ultrasound. This is what they used to see how far along I am and determine the due date. It's roughy the size of a kidney bean and looks a little like a gummi bear!