22 Weeks

I had a Dr. Appt today and all is well. Baby boy is growing and healthy. My belly is also growing. I seriously feel huge….. AH! I was so small for so long and now it’s just out of control. I dread the months to come. I’m not a fan of being pregnant. Seeing the number on the scale go up freaks me out no matter what the situation! It makes me think of all the hard work I’ll have to put in and hours running around my neighborhood to lose it all. I guess I did it once and I can do it again! I’m seriously glad everything is good with the baby though.

(I just love Bode’s tackle box on the bed. Clint had to convince him it was not a purse for hours. He finally calls it a “tacka box.”)

(Notice my beautiful orchid in the background!!!! Clint got me that a while back and it’s not dead yet! )

I think I’d be more excited, but today has NOT been my day! Bode threw up this morning all over my bathroom while I was trying to get ready. I chalked it up to “Bode throws up all the time he’ll be fine.” I didn’t have time to drop him off to my grandma’s before my appointment since I was running so late.. so I had to bring him with me. I was almost to the hospital when Bode throws up all over the truck. It was everywhere. I would have been on time, but I spent forever trying to clean up throw up with diaper wipes. Lucky for me I had packed an extra pair of shorts and underwear incase he had an accident at my grams. I had a jacket that steered clear from the mess as well. So he wore a jacket with no shirt underneath and the spare shorts. He wasn’t really acting sick, but it wasn’t very fun being at the Dr. with him.

She was late (as usual.) It made me wish I would have just dropped off Bode and been late. We headed to my grams after the appointment and he played and played. It was a beautiful day and they had people working on their new fence, so we stayed outside most of the day. Bode didn’t eat anything all day long and only drank a few sips of water. My gramps fed him a few pieces of chocolate.. but he wasn’t interested in any food. He ended up falling asleep on the couch with me for a few hours. I woke up with a dead arm and sore neck, so I got up and he stayed sleeping for another hour. He was pretty darn happy once he woke up and it was 4:30 by this time. My grandparents weren’t even home because they had to leave for temple, so Bode and I hung out until Clint got off work and met us there with the spare car seat. The other one was hosed off and drying in the front yard piece by piece.

Clint let me go shopping and do whatever I wanted and was going to take Bode to a fly fishing shop. It was nice to run a few errands, sans Bode, but not long into it I get a phone call. Bode had thrown up the chocolate and water all over the spare car seat on the way home. AHHHH!!!!! I am not even kidding when I say that Bode has thrown up literally HUNDREDS of times his lifetime. Every time he throws up it’s not just a little bit. It’s like 6-10 times until his belly is completely empty and he’s dry heaving. We have dealt with so much throw up during his lifetime it’s just ridiculous! I feel so sad for him, but so sad for us at the same time. I was able to talk to the surgeon who worked on him during the whole dime mess and he did tell me that he is going to be a lot more sensitive than the normal kid. Throwing up a lot is Bode’s normal I guess. The poor thing is just miserable right now. He’s begging for dinner, more milk, cheerios, banana bread… any food he thinks of! He must be starved, but we can only let him have water or Gatorade for now. Nursing a sick stomach back to health is just awful, but if we don’t take it seriously then he’ll just keep throwing up for days. It’s a vicious cycle. Clint just got him to sleep so hopefully tomorrow is better! This time I’m pretty sure it’s a stomach bug. Poor thing.

I really wish this healthy, beautiful baby boy #2 that I am growing in my belly doesn’t throw up EVER! Here’s to hoping, right?