Baby Bump: BOY!

Hello bloggers!

It's been a while, huh? 

Well my computer broke. And I'm working like a maniac! Oh yeah, I've been packing too! Plus all the doctor's appointments.

Obviously, I haven't had time to write a blog. 

WARNING: I may give vivid details about pregnancy, child birth and all the little joys that come along with it. So if you're squeamish with this sort of thing, I suggest you never give yourself the opportunity to conceive. Or just don't read my blog.  

At 14 weeks we got to the chance to heart the heartbeat but the little one didn't feel like coming out of their hiding spot. YAY! Literally scared the hell out of me because I thought I was having a hysterical pregnancy. My doctor scheduled an ultrasound, which I had been wanting anyways. An hour later I'm lying on a table with a wand shoved up my vagina to see our little baby is totally perfect and healthy. The worst part of it all is that all you care about is seeing your baby; the doctors have to check out every little bump and corner of the uterus, ovaries, cervix, LITERALLY EVERYTHING.
 

I go to monthly checkups to have my weight tracked, I pee in a cup, blood pressure, they ask me if I've had contractions or pains or felt the baby moving, I ask questions, listen to the heartbeat, ext. 

It's a huge privilege to have such advanced technology to be able to let parents see and hear their baby while it's still growing inside mommy.
At about 17 weeks I felt the little flutters in my tummy! Everyone tried to explain to me what they were going to feel like but they're nothing like anything I could have imagined. They're wings of a butterfly fluttering yet feels like gas bubbles, it's very alien but comforting at the same time. This is also about the time I really started showing. Two important things I had been impatiently waiting four months to experience. I was and still am grateful to see and feel my baby.
20 weeks and 4 days, I had my halfway ultrasound. This is the one where they tell you if you're having a girl or a boy! Levi and I had been counting down the days, we were going crazy! We both started off wanting a boy, then we wanted a girl! Almost everyone we asked wanted a girl! Five or six out of twenty or so wanted a boy. Luckily, Levi had the day off! When she asked us if we'd like to know the sex, there was no hesitation when we answered with our yes. She told us our baby is definitely boy! He was wiggling his little penis around just like his daddy! He wouldn't show his cute face, but was certain to make sure we knew he was a little boy!
His name: Jamie Ty Adema

This is his hand hiding his face from us!

I'm now 22 weeks and 1 day pregnant and there is no doubt that he can kick me and punch me all day long to let me know he's down there, telling me hi! He's sitting so low I have to pee about every half hour. I can tell he's going to be a fighter! Levi and I both have a feeling that I'm going to end up being on bed rest by the way my ankles and hips swell every day.
I'm working about 4 days a week, no more than 28 hours.
We're finally moving out of our stupid, shitty, house with our idiot of a roommate tomorrow night. THANK GOD! We'll have a two bedroom to ourselves that's going to be clean all the time.
I really believe that life is changing for the better for our little family.

Time to go to work, until next time. 

Surpsise.

Wow, it's been a long time since I've blogged. I guess I haven't really had anything exciting or new to talk about; until now.

Three days ago I found out I was pregnant.
4 home testss and 1 doctor's test proved it.
I'm only eighteen.
With a week and half of high school to complete.
I don't really know how to feel about it.
Anxious, maybe?

Ever since my dad passed away at the age of five, all I've wanted is to be a mommy. I'm excited! But I don't want to get my hopes up just for the fact that having a miscarriage is extremely common now a days. And it's not like I knew I was going to get pregnant so I smoked, drank and definitely didn't take prenantal vitamins.

According to math on several different sites and Iphone apps, I'm addicted to infrormation about pregnancy, I'm around four weeks pregnant. Levi and I have been together for a year. We talked about our parents and it wasn't exactly in our future to be able to concieve. We're shocked. I keep saying "if" when obviously I am. I think I say that so I don't get excited about it because I don't want to be heartbroken.
I am more nervous than anything.
Nervous of telling our parents because I know his mom is going to flip the house upside down! All she's ever told us is "Don't get pregnant for five more years", "You need to find a new form of birth control so you don't get pregnant." Literally, we had this conversation last weekend when I was pregnant. My grandparents are crazy and my grandpa doesn't even think I'm responsible enough to have my own vehicle so you could imagine what will happen when they find out I'm carrying a child.
Nervous because I no longer have health insurance after I graduate so I don't know how we're going to pay for all the doctor pills that will pile up over the next nine months. I need to apply for Medicare but in order to do so, I need help from my grandparents which involves the process of telling them.

I downloaded millions of apps so I know what to do health wise, when to start planning prenatal appointments, what vitamins to take and when, symptoms, ext. One of them is to keep a journal of my experience.
So I'm rejoining the blogging community and will be throughout my pregnancy.
I will try to make it exciting and unlike everyone else's stories.