Oh Baby!

Aubree is going to be a big sister!  We found out the very end of December that I was pregnant.  Deciding to have babies is a hard decision for me- not because I don't love kids or want kids, I just analyze everything to death such as our situation at the time, the time of year I want to have them (no more January babies PALEASE!) and am I ready.  I'm dramatic and tell people "Oh my gosh not even thinking about it right now."  Then a month later I'm pregnant.  Probably 3 of my friends asked me if we were planning on this one.. when I said yes, they just laugh at me.  I have been this way my whole life with every big decision!  I can't help it.  Anyways, we are so excited!  I feel so much more calm about this next one because I sort of know what to expect.  I'm excited to have a little buddy for Aubree. 

So far, so good.. except for my first appointment did not go well.  My doctor couldn't find the heartbeat- but I really wasn't that nervous because we were both thinking I wasn't as far along as I thought.  I came back the next day for an ultrasound.  Right when the tech found the baby, she didn't say a word the entire time.  She kept looking at the same picture and I knew something was wrong.  I said, "Ok you have to tell me what is going on."  She said that the heartbeat was good, but that something was connected to the baby that wasn't supposed to be there.  I wanted to die.  She was saying it could be a twin that didn't develop, or a growth, but that we should give the baby a chance because the heartbeat was good.  UH... SERIOUSLY?!  I can't even tell you how I felt; it was horrible.  I asked her if there was any chance there wasn't something there because I was only 9 weeks along.  She said she didn't know but doubted it- there was a dense spot there that shouldn't be.  I walked out, called Matt and started bawling.  The whole day I was just sick and thought the worst.  We got a call from the nurse and they wanted me to go to a specialist that next week to see what was going on.  So we called our families and told them-- everyone was so wonderful and supportive, so it helped that we had so many people praying for us.  The next week rolls around and Matt and I went in to the specialist.  The nurse did an ultrasound and the picture looked so different than the week before.  She told me that there didn't look like anything was there.  So the doctor came in and did an ultrasound and said everything looked perfect and told us she thought there wasn't anything there in the first place!  I don't think I have ever been so happy and so mad at the same time in my life haha.  So happy that nothing was wrong and so mad that my first ultrasound went horribly!  I have had the worst experiences with ultrasound techs.  Not that I have a chip on my shoulder or anything :)  Anyways, we are so, so completely happy and content knowing that everything is ok.  I'm now almost 12 weeks and my due date is September 7th.  Yea for babies!

{We sent this pic to our families- once again quality is terrible but it's the thought that counts!}