May 6th-Hey ladies! Thank you for ALL your support while I was in the hospital. I'm back still very pregnant. I just posted a new blog under my blogs about the ordeal. Hope everyone had a great weekend.

April 25th....!

Let's see...well today I was really sick. I spent the day in a violent cycle. Tried to keep my nausea medications down and was throwing up, tried to calm the contractions and drink and then would throw up and have more contractions. ACKK! BUT~my appointment went well. There was no further dilaton and the terbutaline has stopped the contractions many time. They told me that I should take the medication this next week. At 36 weeks they will no longer stop the labor. They don't do steriod shots after 34 weeks for the lungs. I need to still stay in bed and take this medication for the contractions at least this next week. The following week I don't have to take the medication...but I need to take it easy. They really want me to get to week 38! I MAY take the medication two more weeks and then see what happens.

So....here I am back in bed. I just need to do this whole bed arrest thing for at least one more week then in two weeks I will be off ALL restrictions:)

APRIL 19th- Just got back from L&D. Went into pre-term labor again. This time contractions were 6 minutes apart. They put me on terb medication and sent me home on the medication. My cervix was closed Wednesday and was about 1cm dilated today. Back home on bed rest...AGAIN.

April 16th....What a day! I added a new blog about my day and added three new pictures of Baby King. Overall, I am still dealing with the hypermesis. I lost my plug at 30 weeks and randomly started bleeding today. Yet another day in this very INTERESTING yet blessed pregnancy. I am just so happy that he is ok! I am very excited to meet him but NOT YET!

(Baby King with his foot on his face lol)

November 28th-Just got back from our 1st trimester screening:) It was so amazing to see the baby on the ultra sound! It was dancing around, turning and moving constantly:) Here is one of the pictures:)

IT'S A BOY!!!!

JAN 10th...Had my 20 week scan today. EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT! The baby was about 10.5 ounces and 9inches:) We looked at every part of his sleeping body and everything was just as it should be. The cyst in my placenta had vanished. My cervix is measuring great. The doctor took me off bed rest. I'm still very sick the hyperemesis, but I can at least be free:) I'm very happy! Here is a 3D picture of our sleepy little man...

Feb 10th-Well I am still really sick. I felt better at 21 weeks and had hoped that the hyperemesis had eased up. I was very wrong. It's not as bad as it used to be, but I am still nauseated almost every minute of everyday. I am still throwing up, but have managed to gain weight. I have been stuck in bed a lot because of cramping/contractions. This has not been an easy pregnancy AT ALL. But, each day is one day closer to holding my little man. I am keeping my head up...and praying for spring:)

Hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) is a severe form of nausea and vomiting in pregnancy. It is generally described as unrelenting, excessive pregnancy-related nausea and/or vomiting that prevents adequate intake of food and fluids. If severe and/or inadequately treated, it is typically associated with:

• loss of greater than 5% of pre-pregnancy body weight (usually over 10%)
• dehydration and production of ketones
• nutritional deficiencies
• metabolic imbalances
• difficulty with daily activities

HG usually extends beyond the first trimester and may resolve by 21 weeks; however, it can last the entire pregnancy in less than half of these women. Complications of vomiting (e.g. gastric ulcers, esophageal bleeding, malnutrition, etc.) may also contribute to and worsen ongoing nausea.

Here is a video on youtube about it....

http://youtube.com/watch?v=VJDJDHuX4Xo

Feb. 18th-

Well..this has NOT been an easy pregnancy! I am still sick with the hyperemesis. I don't throw up nearly as much, but I am nauseated most of time which is even harder. I started having bad cramping/contractions and was sent in to to the fFN test last week to see if I would be having the baby in the next two weeks. Luckily it was negative. I am on strict bed rest-only to get up for bathroom breaks. It's very difficult not being able to do anything on your own. But..I am hanging in there...one day at a time...."To fill the hour, and leave no crevice... that is happiness.. (Be happy!) Happiness is often the result of being too busy to be miserable."

"To those of you who are scared they wont be good at or ready to be a mother, I found this story online....We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. 'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking. 'Do you think I should have a baby?' 'It will change your life,' I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. 'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.'
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.

I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a soufflé; or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right. I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

'You'll never regret it,' I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God... TO BE A MOTHER"