I got my hairs cut today! All of them! I took a before picture in the car so here it is. And here are the after pictures... It's so short! This one is my trying to show off my very small baby bump too. Can you tell? :)
I have not been shy on hiding the fact I have not been feeling too hot these last couple months. I officially reached my 12 week mark last Saturday so I thought that would be the start to everything feeling better. Maybe not... Starting on Friday, I took a turn for the worse. I had 4 straight days of nausea, feeling like I was in a cloud, body aches, and feeling like I was not sure if I was going to puke or if it was going to come out the other end. If I didn't know any better, I would have said I had the flu. It hit an all time low on Monday when I suddenly started having episodes of loosing my hearing followed by extreme dizziness. That finally pushed me over into calling the Dr. They had me come in that day to make sure everything was ok. Long story short, it is. I am on a few different medications which really seem to be helping, which is nice. The fun part about this story is that we got a peak at our little peanut. They tried to find the heart beat first, which they couldn't. That made us a little nervous. But then they pulled out the ultrasound so we actually got to see him/her! We could not believe how active this little thing is! It is 2 1/2 inches big but was kicking and swinging it's arms like it was no one's business. I guess being so sick is ok if it means Jr is growing healthy and strong in there. Sean was shocked that I could not feel it kicking or moving. I told him that that is probably what is making me so nauseous all the time and to think that that is what we'll be chasing around in a few months :) They gave us another picture which is not so good because the baby was moving so much but its still fun. Yeah for healthy baby!
I'm taking over with another post. I know that my last post was horrible, but I need to blow of some steam by doing something creative. I've been spending 80+ hours a week for the last month studying for finals, and I'm almost at the burn-out point!
Amy came up earlier today and showed me the journal that I kept during our time backpacking through Europe two years ago. I found a great entry on our visit to Sevilla, Spain, where we saw a bull fight.
April 26, 2009:
"The first few moments when the bull enters the stadium can best describe the emotional experiences involved with a bull fight. It's over powering to see a massive animal such as the bull run into the stadium. With its silky black coat, at least it looks silky to someone seated at the top of the stadium, and the sun reflecting the lines and contours of every muscle on the beast's body.
"After the bull enters the stadium, and it notices the crowd, which is silently watching, it looks around confused. It tries to figure out what is going on. The two thick horns, following the bull's gaze, scan the stadium looking for any movement. These horns are raised six feet in the air by the bull's massive stature.
"He is much taller and more powerful than the first matador, who steps out of a gate on the other side the ring, waving a colored cape, pink, and calling the for the bull's attention.
"Sadly, the bull has no idea that slowly, an army of toreros, including banderillos, picadores and matadores, will bleed it to death. And ultimately, when the matador pierces his heart with the thrust of a sword, will the bull lay down to rest."