Monday, March 2, 2009
The next couple of weeks are very busy at work so it was nice to have today off and snuggle with Drexie (my adorable pup) and get some cleaning done.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
From the moment we started telling people we were pregnant, everyone has had an opinion on the gender of our baby. About 99% of the people including my mother, mother-in-law, husband, and most of my girlfriends thought we were having a girl. Nothing about my pregnancy has happened to really make them think this...they just all felt this way. I on the other had was the ONLY person who felt it was a little boy. I even went as far as calling my belly "little guy" and referred to my growing belly him and he.
I have this theory why everyone thought is was a little girl....(1) I think everyone sees me as being very girly and they couldn't see me without a little girl, (2) I think everyone thought it would be hilarious to watch Dino with a little girl considering how "all boy" my husband is. Either the outcome, we were going to love this baby and could care less if it was a boy or a girl.
The tech squeezed the blue gooey stuff on my belly and went to work. She immediately knew what the baby was but waited until she could get a clear shot and show us. While we anxiously waited we got to hear the heartbeat and see other various pictures of the baby. Finally she said, "See the three lines there, that makes a hamburger, and a hamburger makes a girl!" My mom was sooo excited and started crying while on the phone with my mother-in-law. A smile spread on my husbands face because he got what he wanted...his baby girl. Even though I thought it was a boy, I was still VERY excited--I got my shopping partner.
These are the pictures of our baby girl: Sophia Floriana Tapper set to premier this summer.
Notice in one of the pictures you can see her hand and count all five fingers! The first picture shows her feet and if you notice the black blog to the right, that is my bladder. This shows that I was right, she is literally standing on my bladder!
Today is Dino and I's one year anniversary. This time last year I knew I would be as happy as I am now. However, I never thought we would be as blessed as we are today! This has been an amazing year for us and though we still have A LOT to learn about the road ahead of us, I'm glad Dino and I are doing it together.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Below is an email I wrote to my parents and grandparents in early January. I was still feeling very very sick with "morning sickness" (that by the way isn't just in the morning- for me it was all day long!). I thought it was funny and I should share.
From: Rachael Tapper
Sent: Wednesday, January 14, 2009 10:33 AM
To: 'Kathie Truitt'; 'L'; 'firstname.lastname@example.org'; 'Jay Truitt'
Ewww I feel so gross today. I ate 5 pickles (like huge pickles not to mention I had a big pile of Florianna's pasta before that) last night when I was watching American Idol. I knew it was a bad idea about 10 minutes after I finished the 4th one, however I went ahead for the fifth. I was up all night peeing, thirsty, and feeling like I was going to vomit while Dino and Drexie snored peacefully sleeping next to me. I feel horrible today-- needless to say do not even say the word pickle around me today. I will probably throw up on you.
I can still smell the pickles this morning. I even ate a blueberry muffin this morning and I swear it tasted like pickles. Until further notice, do not say pickles, talk about pickles, eat them in front of me, think about them, or allow the smell to linger in a room I might be going to. I will most likely be sick. Sorry for the trouble-- I loved pickles once too.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Well that something was HUGE! As I drove home that night I realized what was missing -- "Aunt Flo" my monthly guest had just not shown up! Not the least bit concerned, however taking some precaution, I called my one of my best friends Blair and made her stay on the phone with me as I bought the big test. I had taken many "tests" since Dino and I had gotten married always being careful. Every time millions of thoughts ran through my brain, what if its positive? what would we do? are we ready for this? This time was different, none of those thoughts crossed my mind. I almost even considered myself crazy for taking the test, until that second line appeared. It was very light blue. So light in fact I wondered if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, yes that had to be it, where did I put my glasses anyway? Why wasn't the blue line going away? Since I had bought a box of three pregnancy tests (two that read with a line, and one digital) I decided to take the second "line" test. This time the line was a little brighter! These crazy sticks what was going on! I noticed my face heat up and heart began pumping a little faster than it had before I started the tests. The only way to make sure I had not bought a faulty box of tests, was to take the digital...on the third test before I had even finished peeing it ready quite clearly PREGNANT. It was like God sending a message, "Rachael, I was serious the first time, your preggo." I cried and cried and not because I was happy, but because I was terrified! My life was never going to be the same again! I called my Nana and Cousin Jerica and made them swear they wouldn't tell a soul. Then I woke up at 2 a.m. to tell my husband. He was so excited and I just couldn't understand why. Didn't he understand what this meant. I was going to be fat, moody, and No more just Rachael and Dino. We had just gotten married 8 months before this was too soon! His smile was huge -- he was obviously proud of his accomplishment.
Although my opinions since the day I found out I was pregnant have changed, I can't lie to you and tell you I'm always excited. Its hard to be excited when (1) you are hardly ever awake and (2) most of the time when you are you feel like crap. My friend Athena made the suggestion that I should keep a journal. This way my baby would know exactly how I felt. I realized that most of what I was feeling was a little PG-13 Rated and didn't know if I wanted "it" to know all of that yet. So instead my mom gave me the idea to blog.
So here it is, the begining of my adventure....