"In the wee small hours of the morning.."

It's 4:30 am, and I've been awake for two hours. I end up falling asleep on the sofa after dinner, usually around 8. Wake up call is anywhere between 2 and 3:30. If I'm lucky, I fall back to sleep around 5. It's extremely obnoxious. I've tried hot tea and a book. My husband is beginning to think I don't like him very much since I rarely make it into the bedroom. Advice on this is much appreciated.

This strange sleep schedule does have one advantage...hours and hours of daydreaming on babiesrus.com. I've started my registry, but can't really do much more until I know who is growing inside of me. Are you Virginia Lynn or Grant Christopher? I'll just have to learn to be patient until the ultrasound, for which I still don't have a date. I called my new doctor yesterday to see if they could tell me. "Once we schedule it, we send you the information in the mail. You should have it by the end of this week." Grrrrrrr. Pregnant wants to know! Pregnant is losing patience!

I can finally feel some movement. It's pretty cool. Sometimes when I'm bored, I talk to it, willing it to move around and entertain me. My child already has a stubborn streak, as this rarely works. "I move when I want, Mom!" Brian isn't able to feel anything yet. I told him it will probably be a few weeks before that happens. Right now, I'm kind of enjoying having it all to myself. It's just me and Baby E!

I'm happy to be back at work. Lunch today was NUTS-O with the inauguration. Lots of parties and long ticket times. Never thought I'd say this...it was actually fun. It's good to be back around people I've known for a while. Everyone knows about the baby, now, and they rub my belly and talk baby things with me. It's nice. I guess all I needed to get out of my little funk was some attention. A little love always goes a long way, though.

I'm going to try some more hot tea and Jane Austen. Hopefully I can get in a few more hours before Brian gets up and the dogs start going crazy. Baby kicks and tummy tickles....Haute Momma

How long has it been??

I think it's about time I sat down to keep whoever reads this thing posted....For those of you who don't know, I was very unhappy with my first OB choice. I went with MCV and hated it. Lots of reasons, and I won't go into to much detail. Let's just say that when I go to the emergency room and am told I have a "threatened miscarriage," and to follow up with my doctor, I expect to get in to see my doctor. Within 24 hours. All is well... I have found Dr. Lucas! He is the nicest, kindest doctor on the planet, I think! He explained everything to me, including the reason I was having spotting. He's assured me that everything is fine, that I'm growing the way I should be, and we'll have THE ultrasound in the next 10 days or so.

On the ultrasound note....I'm thinking boy. Don't ask me why. I can't explain it. I just do. However, one bored Wednesday, I gave in to the Ancient Chinese Gender Predictor. It claims 90% accuracy, and showed me a picture of baby in a pink blanket. Well, that got me excited, so I decided to look into all the wives' tales I promised myself I wouldn't buy into. My wedding ring on a chain suspended over my belly moved in a circular motion....girl. I crave sweets....girl. I have a wicked case of teen-age acne...girl. Apparently even my breasts can indicate the gender of this tiny being inside me! All old wives' tales point to girl. I'm not getting my hopes up. I still think it's a boy. I'm stuck on sailboats for some reason every time I look at nursery stuff.

It's almost nine, which means it's almost past my bedtime. ;-p I will TRY to be better at this blogging thing. TRY. Love to all!