4 months!

Hi Everyone! It's been a couple weeks so we are officially 16 weeks and awaiting our next appointment to find out the gender of our baby. Everyone has been saying a boy! Personally I had always wanted to wait but Rob apparently can not and there is no way I'm going to let him know and me not so we are anxiously awaiting October 8th at 3:00! As long as the baby is healthy I don't care what it is but lately I have been starting to get a little freaked out about having the first boy. Let's face it, I'm a Hover and we know girls. We don't know what to do with boys, its a miracle that Alex turned out as well adjusted as he is! I just feel I would be more prepared and comfortable with all the new mommy stuff if I had a girl first. I certainly want a boy sometime but let's keep this Hover trend rolling with girls. ;) However, Rob says that I am the sister that likes to be different so he thinks we need to have the first boy.

I also want to note that this will be the final picture with my stomach ring. Yes, let's all have a moment of silence for my youth. Ahh, yes, my rebellion years and hiding piercings from my dad will just be a distant memory now. I did take a closer picture of it to post but once I put it on here it didn't look to good.

The last few weeks I've felt great! No real changes except gagging and wanting to eat watermelon all the time. I don't really feel like I have had cravings but Stacy may say different since I bypassed a poor dog in the street to make it to the grocery store before school today to buy watermelon for lunch but yet proceeded to tear off the top and eat half of it while driving out of the parking lot with my knee steering. Does that count as a craving? It's not like I have to have it all the time, I just prefer to have it around me all the time. This baby just really loves fruit. Last night all I did was watch a commercial with an apple and I really wanted an apple.

Really, Rob is carefully monitoring all eating habits to make sure the baby gets plenty of vegetables and my little kiddies at school are monitoring my safety. The other day they told me I wasn't allowed to skate at the skating party. Excuse me? Don't tell me I can't skate. I'm only four months and not really showing. They argued that if I slipped and hit my head that would be harmful to the baby. today they were also amazed that I get a mint everyday before recess. During their discussion one boy just simply pointed out that "Some pregnant women just have to have mints." They are happy that Rob keeps the house stocked with watermelon b/c they notice a change in my moods if I do not have a plentiful supply of watermelon for lunch each day.

Other week's highlights include our anniversary and Rob and I went to our favorite restaurant and like a good husband he called ahead to have my favorite appetizer waiting on the table for us as soon as we sat down. Imagine a wonderful candlelight dinner, dressed up, hair and make-up done and of course having to get up half-way through the meal to go to the bathroom to pee again. Well, I walk into a stall that apparently had a previous person that doesn't understand the importance of a double flush. let's just say things were left behind. So there I am in my nice dress at the sink gagging and heaving and trying not to be sick. I got out of there but it took me probably 5 minutes of gagging to be able to walk away. Then of course we hit 14 weeks and I was reading about how much weight I should have gained and how much I will in the second tri-mester and how much of my stomach may just be bloating. So I get up to go get water, plop back down on the bed and oh yes, the bed collapses!

*Disclaimer - Our bed is a sleigh bed and the mattress rests on these slates that weren't given proper edges to rest on so they are constantly shifting and collapsing at random times. Rob does it all the time and it has happened at least 3-4 times in the past. It has nothing to do with weight gain, just shifting of the planks!

I also had one particularly early morning which caused me to gag even more while brushing my teeth which caused my husband to start gagging which in turn caused me to gag even harder. We are quite the sight!