A photo for you.

This is what my baby will be looking like right about now.  This is currently what my baby looks like, it remind of a pokemon (man, you can tell what generation I am from), a alien pokemon.

MrsHolly

Teeth

I'm super paranoid about mine. Matt came home with stories about pregnant women losing teeth cause the baby steal calcium from them and makes them wobble and fall out.  I had braces, three years and 8 thousand dollars worth of braces. I am missing an adult tooth already because it came down rotten (the whole reason I needed braces in the first place), but generally speaking I have no fillings and brush my teeth kind of every second day (cause that is when I remember too). This changed dramatically when my darling told me about losing teeth during pregnancy.  I now brush my teeth three times a day, and milk -which I hate- gets drunk everyday, more than once too.  In fact I am drinking a mug of milk now, while writing this.

In other news, my mother is going baby mad. She text me on Monday informing me that "Grandma has brought grandaughter a cute outfit" when I replied stating that it might be a boy I got a text going (and I quote my mother on this) "Nooooo it's a girrrllll,". She has brought about three outfits this week.

MrsHolly

Names

My darling and I had always a rough idea of what names we wanted to call our kids. However, those names went out the window when Darling joined the defence force. So tonight being a particularly hot NZ night we sat down at midnight and decided on two sets of names. Just in case of twins.
So here are the deisicons:
Grace Cherie- Cherie is my darlings' mothers' middle name.  Grace means virtue and blessing.
Emily Jane- No relations in this one, these are people I admire. Emily Bronte and Jane Austen. It means eager or ambitious.
Christopher James- James is my darlings' middle name, also my fathers' middle name. It means bearing Christ, or follower of Christ.
Charles Francis- Charlie is one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and Francis is a teacher I had when I was nine who never stopped believing I would do great things. Charles means army, warrior, which I guess suits my darlings' career.  It can also mean manly and strong.
  They all work well with my darling's last name (soon to be mine as well). I really like Grace, my darling came up with it and I just get butterflies whenever I think of it. Oh well it's still too hot to sleep I don't how my darling is managing it to be honest. But he is in there snoring away. I suppose I should try to sleep,
MrsHolly

Hi Morning sickness Fairy... now go away!

Six thirty this morning was the exact moment my body realized it had a strange set of cells in it,  these set of cells wanted me to throw up apparently. They haven't been successful...yet. Though it's bad enough that I can't even day dream about going back to bed. I feel like I am going to lose every single meal I ate yesterday and some I didn't very, very, very shortly.
My mother always told me that throughout her pregnancies' with me and my elder sister (who was given up for adoption)felt terribly ill but never actually threw up I can only hope this marvelous anti throw up thing passed on to me. I really hope it does, cause if there is one thing I've learnt in my years is how much I don not like being sick, I used to avoid drinking so I didn't throw up.  And this feeling I am having right now is like that of 'Oh my god, I'm about to throw up,'  except generally when I feel that I throw up straight after. That bit hasn't happened yet, will I feel better if it does?
Next thing, when we go food shopping I'm going to get gingerbeer and crackers apparently that helps...
MrsHolly

Like flicking a switch

Two positive pregnancy tests later, I'm so tired and so hungry, and morning sickness has kicked in with a vegenace. Like flicking a switch, it might have helped that I am seven weeks pregnant today.  I'm just so sleepy, and so happy, more happy than I can ever remember being told my darling this morning, he is so excited, and scared. I don't blame him, I am terrified that we aren't going to be able to get ready in time. I've been knitting like  mad since yesterday trying to get my baby blanket finished. I have 231 days left to do it. Ugh so sleepy.
Can't wait to celebrate with my darling tomorrow, and I'll leave you with this.

My happy I just found out I'm going to be a mummy face

MrsHolly

Is no longer

Trying to concieve, because she is 3 weeks and 6 days pregnant.
MrsHolly

Testing On Friday

Yay! Testing tomorrow, and mum rang (finally!) to sort out Christmas, so I am working a little before Christmas at the cafe, and spending Christmas day with Mum. She wanted to know what I wanted for Christmas so I told her I wanted Pretty by Elizabeth Arden (my perfume) and new dance shoes (must have strap and heel) so hopefully I get my wishes.
Went to dance tonight, had so much MrsVic thinks I am almost ready to go up a level, So in the the new year I might start going to beginners' plus classes to prepare for the big step.
My darling is away still, but will be home on Saturday morning, so looking forward to seeing him, I miss him when he's away.
MrsHolly

Only 2pm and my day already sucks.

I had a hospital appointment today at National Women's in Grafton as I previously posted. I was suppose to go up on the 20th of this month but they rang me yesterday asking me to come in today at 11.30 instead. Which meant getting up at eight so I could walk up (I can't drive due to my epilepsy) I was really excited cause I knew I'd have to have an ultra sound while I was there, so I'd find out if I was pregnant at the same time. So I walked up, and was running on time, only to get to reception and have tell me not only am I in the wrong place, but they don't have any record of my appointment time change. So they sent home.
GRRR! I'm so up set cause I was looking forward to finding out today, and its a long way for me to go without supervision (I'm currently not taking my anti-sezuire meds due to dr's advice). Then when I got home I got a phone call, (which I missed) from the hospital, and I can't call them back, cause I have no credit >.< 
On the plus side it can only get better right?
MrsHolly

New Plans

So this morning I got a phone call from National Womens' Hospital asking if I could move my appointment to tomorrow instead of the twentieth, I haven't really talked much about my health issues on this blog. So I will explain them now.
When my darling and I first started trying for kids it was June this year. I woke up in July at 2am with a stabbing pain in my left ovary, like an actual stabbing pain.  I thought okay, so I'll just get some water and try and sleep it off. It had happen before but not this bad and it alway went away.
Eight hours later, I am still awake, and still in pain. So I got desperate (I must have been very desperate) I called evil Nana, because at the end of the day I knew she'd help, and she lived in the area. So she drove me to see my doctor in Rototuna. Who then referred me to the Hospital, by now its 5pm and I am still in pain.  I finally got admitted, after blood tests, pee tests, and x-rays, at 1am. Both my parents turned up at 10pm. Both lived about half an hour away.
So the next day, I talk to a gyno, and get an ultrasound. I can remember asking the tech if my uterus and ovaries were normal, and I remember her telling me they were.
They weren't. I have PCOS, and it leaves me with pain like I am being stabbed every time I ovulate. Well, that's their current theory. But more on that later.
After three days in hospital they let me go home, to my mother. I was there twelve hours, before my doctor sent me back to hospital. I had caught an infection in my hip bone whilst in hospital the first time, this time I stayed half a week before being sent home with crutches.
Now we get to October. I've moved up to Auckland, been living there a whole week, when the pain is back. All good, I'll take some morphine (prescription) and I'll be all good. Fail. So back up to hospital I go this time, Auckland City emergency department. Man, the difference was amazing! I got into a ward within three hours, well, a room by myself at least.  Then the next morning I was moved into a ward with five other women. I was guttered, not because I had to share my room, but we were right across from maternity. It reminded me that we still hadn't conceived. I stayed five days, and this appointment tomorrow is a result of that stay. In Hamilton they told it would be nine months before I had an appointment its been six weeks.

I love Auckland.  Seriously, six weeks for a non cancerous appointment is unheard of in Hamilton, in fact when they found out my mum had cervical they still made her wait 2 and a half months. Ugh, slack as.
Anyway, so my appointment tomorrow, its at 11.30 am, which mean I have to be up at like eight. My darling is away for the week so I have to go by myself. I am hoping I have yet another ultrasound (this will be number five without ever being preggers) and they find out I have a baby in there. I just wish my darling could be there. I kind of don't wanna find out without, but at the moment I can't even get ahold of him to tell him the appointment is tomorrow. I have no credit, neither does he. I have to email him, but he has to email me first, which he hasn't done. SO I can't tell him.
Lame,
MrsHolly

The weekend that was

Well, no news yet for me, the last couple of days have been exhausting though, and on the way to Kelly Tarltons  today I got bus sick, which is pretty major for me, I now apparently get motion sickness on  buses, boats and cars. When previously I only got sea sick, and a tiny bit car sick on really long journeys like Kaitia to Taupo journeys.
I'm just hoping its my body giving me hints to say we have been lucky this month =P
Speaking of which, (this is going to be TMI sorry ladies) after my partner and I finished off today, my uterus started having these funny little spasms. Like twicthes, I could feel them, and so could my DP. Physco.
Anyway Kelly Tarltons was heaps of fun, I really liked the sting rays, and Matt Brought me a teddy of a penguin.It is super soft and is wearing a scarf.

Oop dinner time
MrsHolly

Why do I torture myself?

With sad books...

CHRISTMAS Spazzy-ness

Check it out!!!

Yeah thats my first christmas tree in two  years, 6ft tall, fake, and green. I went a little nutsy with the christmas tree, I was giggling the whole time. So much fun! Heres one of what it looked like before I got to it, the first thing that went on was the star, which is what you can see my darling putting on here.

There is a very good reason why the tree is in the corner by the door, cause we had no space anywhere else. But it meant I was able to take some awesome arty photos, (total flukes, of course) of my darling decorating the tree, not that he actaully did, he was just watching but occasionally I'd make him pose so I could get a totally awesome photo like this one! Notice the see-through baubles in purple and silver, and the window chalk.

Yeah, in other news, my friends from Hamilton are staying at the moment. More on that later.

MrsHolly