Okay, so it’s been a month since our pregnancy announcement and also a month since my last post, which means an update on Bobblehead Baby 3.0 (Bob for short) is long overdue.

First the good news, we’ve had our 12-week ultrasound and everything is looking good so far. Heartbeat is strong, Baby has all limbs attached, etc. They say it’s too early to tell whether it’s a boy or a girl, but I’m pretty sure it’s a boy. I mean, just look at this kid chillin’ like a villain…Feet propped up, arms flung back behind the head, not a care in the world… yeah, it’s either a boy or a really laid back girl, and either one would be a change around here.

Now on to the bad news, which really isn’t bad news for anyone but me, and that is that this has been the toughest first trimester that I’ve had out of the three kiddos. With Alethea I had sporadic bouts of nausea and with Lydia I had none at all. This kid has had me feeling the the flu is constantly coming on.

It does seem to be easing up a bit. I’m 15-weeks along tomorrow, so I’m hoping it will go away completely soon. But as of this moment, I will continue to drink my sparkling water and eat my high-carb diet. Which brings me to the title of this post.

So this morning I went to the fridge to get out my morning bottle of sparkling water (because, for whatever reason, tap water makes the nausea worse, go figure). I unscrew the cap and water comes gushing out of the bottle, all over the floor. I set the bottle down on the counter, grab a paper towel and then glance back at the bottle, and this is what I see…

I kid you not, this is an untouched photo…

Not staged, I did not do this on my own…

Photographic proof that the universe finds my morning sickness amusing…

Are you ready for this….?

Yeah, yeah… thanks Water Bottle, real funny…

No baby yet – the epidural has slowed things down a little. We are watching a movie, trying to agree on a name, and waiting for the action to pick back up.

We are at the hospital – arrived at 4am this morning. Everything is going smoothly so far. Elise got an epidural around 6am and is taking a nap. It took us 3 days to get to this point when Alethea was born so we are feeling good.

-Peter

So the plan for tomorrow is to call the hospital at 6am and they will tell us what to do.  Apparently there are three possibilities from there: 1) They say “Come on in right away” 2) They say “Come in at X o’clock” or 3) They say “Sorry, we had a sudden influx of women whose bodies actually go into labor on their own and so we can’t accommodate you today.”

Either of the first options is fine with me.  The third one would feel like the universe playing some sort of cosmic joke… and it really wouldn’t be funny.

At least I feel ready though.  Not that I don’t have things I could still do (there’s always something!), but I’m pretty sure I’ve done everything that is truly necessary to prepare for tomorrow.  My bag is packed, Peter’s sister Leah is staying over tonight so that we can leave early in the morning if we need to, there are a few meals ready to go in the freezer for after I get home, we have diapers and supplies waiting in the nursery and the house as a whole has probably never been cleaner than it is at this very moment.

So here are the last things weighing on my mind tonight and if anyone wants to say a prayer about these, I’d sure appreciate it:

1) Alethea – I really don’t know how she’ll do with me being away for a few days or with the baby’s arrival.  I hope she likes her and isn’t too mad at me!

2) My Cold – I’ve had a persistent cold for the past few days and I’m a little nervous because it feels like it is turning into a sinus infection, which is definitely possible, since I’m prone to those.

3) A Long Delivery – I’m beginning to realize how much I had my heart set on the ‘it will be easier the second time around’ theory.  Of course, even with a scheduled induction, things can still be far simpler than they were with Alethea, but now that induction day is almost here, I’m getting anxious.  Let’s face it, I’m sort of a wuss when it comes to pain.

Despite these worries, I want to let you all know how much I’ve appreciated all the phone calls, texts, e-mails and blog comments I’ve gotten over the past few days.  I feel very loved and supported and that makes a world of difference!

Either Peter or I will be posting from the hospital tomorrow (assuming we don’t get turned away), so come back for more updates!