So, here we are at week 15.  I gotta say that when I have a big meal, this belly puffs out and I happen to think it's hilarious!!  I look like I'm 6 months pregnant here, but I'm only 4.  I'm enjoying it while I have it though and I am fully aware of everything I put in my mouth.  I eat very healthy, actually and have a salad every single day with plenty of fresh fruit and veggies.  I'm still not diggin on chicken, but hopefully this too shall pass.  I am totally ok with meat though and can't get enough of it!!  It's funny when people start giving me their advice and old wives tale theories.  I'm a perfect mix of both gender theories!  I can't get enough of fresh fruit and veggies and could live off of that if it were just me in this body!  I'm not huge on the salt right now, but I sure don't have an issue with eating a snickers!!  I used to not really be excited about a steak, but I made an unbelievable ribeye for us on Valentine's Day and I've been thinking about those damn steaks so lustfully ever since.  I will tell you, ice cream isn't my thing.  While I like it and will eat it for that cold yummy treat, I'm more excited about Minute Maid frozen lemonade push pops.  YUMMO!!!!  All in all, I'm just happy to be able to hold food down these days.  I ate the better chunk of a watermelon last night and I now know what heaven must taste like.  It was so deelish and I had to MAKE myself stop so I didn't throw up or explode!!

I really don't care what gender this baby is, I'm happy to be sharing this time with him or her.  I am so happy and feel so darn lucky that God picked me and my body to be the vessel for growing this sweet little life that will join us soon.  I think about all the things I want to do with the baby and all the things I can't wait to show and teach this baby too.  I think about if it's a girl, all the mani/pedis we'll get together and all the clothes we'll buy, all the "girl talks" and all the heart-shaped cookies we'll bake together for daddy.  If it's a boy, I'll do whatever I can to not feel left out with him and Scott, but I know that all little boys have a very special place in their hearts for their mama. 

Whatever it is that God decides to give me, I promise to love and adore this child for the rest of my days and beyond.  I don't think I've ever felt love quite like this and I don't even know the sex!!! 

Our little athlete!

We're 13 weeks this week....the baby is 3 inches long and weighs an ounce!

So on Tuesday we went in at 7 am so that we could do our genetics testing for any chromosomal abnormalities as well as get blood from me.  We went to the imaging center which is downstairs from my doctor's office inside Texas Women's and I thought that we would be the only ones there that early.  Uhhhh...the waiting room was FULL of women that had a 7 am appointment.  All we could do was wait.  They finally called my name and as Scott and I got up to go to the back with the nurse, he was told that he couldn't come with me for this ultrasound and that he needed to stay seated.  I thought he was going to start crying he looked so bummed.  It was finally my turn out of all the women that were rounded up.  I got up on the table in that nasty smelling hospital gown and prepared.  As soon as the glop went on my abdomen (baby is getting good at this) the baby popped up on the screen bouncing around like a psycho.  The sonographer started giggling and said "Let me do my work and then I'll show you your baby."  Immediately after, she said, "Awwwww!!!"  Of course I lifted my head, and there was our baby, bouncing around wall to wall in there, sucking it's thumb, doing continuous somersaults.  She asked me if I had fruit juice with my breakfast.  I'm guessing it's because this baby is incredibly active when given sugar.  She showed me the heartbeat, the brain, the insane movement, and most importantly to Scott, the full stomach!!  I lost it hysterically crying because I was so devastated that my sweet husband was missing all this action!  "This baby's got some serious runner's legs!" exclaimed the sonographer.  I had her take a still photo of the baby's legs along with the 10,000 other photos I wanted copies of.  I showed them to Scott and he was so moved by this little baby that WE are growing together.  Trust me, if you heard by bitching and complaining all the time, you would understand why I say WE"RE growing this baby together.  I really do think I'm the luckiest preggie ever.  Scott has been so wonderful taking such good care of me and tending to my every request.  He does things that I didn't even have to ask of him.  For a first-timer, he sure is doing an excellent job!!  Every other preggie in the dressing room was so jealous (a few voiced their opinions) and said how lucky I was that MY husband was sweet enough to wake up before dawn to come to an ultrasound that he couldn't be in the room for.

Scott Scarborough, I am so incredibly lucky to have you in my life!  You are going to be the best daddy EVER!!! Thank you for loving us the way you do.  I can't tell you enough how much we both love you and appreciate all you do for us!