Kendree's Sixth Sense

So, I'm gonna tell you some stories. Back in October, my cousin and friend, Kendree, sent me a text saying that she'd had a dream that I was pregnant, and had a boy. That text was followed by lots of texts of me explaining that while we'd been trying since May, things were not going so well and my doctors wanted to put me on Clomid, which I wasn't comfortable doing. She offered comfort and encouragement, cuz she's awesome, and that was that.

Now for another story. Our lab lady that makes the crowns for us at my work lives up here in Suncrest. Sometimes she doesn't have time to pick up a case before we leave for the weekend, so I'll bring the impressions etc. home with me and drop them off to her when we can meet up. The night that Kendree sent me that text, I brought home a case and set it on the counter so I could drop it off the next day. The next morning, I could hear Ryan downstairs, stomping around, opening and closing doors, and I knew something was wrong. So I went downstairs and found out that our dog, Chuck, managed to get the bag with the impression off of my counter and ate it. He ATE it. I had a MELTDOWN. I am talking- wailing and gnashing of teeth, my world is ending, I'm so fired- type of meltdown. Ryan had to stay home with me for 30 minutes before he left for work to help calm me down and make sure I was okay. I even woke up Ari with my screaming and freaked her out, so she started crying. Ryan had to put Chuck in his kennel to protect him from me. It was BAD.

The impression-eating culprit. Don't let the sad face fool you. Little stinker took 3 raw chicken breasts off of my cutting board this week, too. 

I texted the lab lady and my office manager, and nobody else seemed too upset about it, but I had a hard time keeping myself settled down all morning. Later that afternoon, after explaining what happened to my friend, I thought to myself, "Man, that was kind of an overreaction. Wonder why I am so crazy. Hmmmm....." So, on a whim, and because I practically had a years supply of pregnancy tests in my bathroom, I decided to take one just for the hell of it. And there were TWO LINES. Sorta. But that couldn't be possible, because my doctors had assured me that I wasn't ovulating at all.... but it really looked like there were two lines.... so I kind of put it off to the side, and told Ryan when he got home from work that it probably was a fluke, but I wanted to stop at the store for some "legit" prego tests (the others were from the dollar store.... can you really trust a test from the dollar store?). I bought one that gives a plus sign, and one that actually spelled out "pregnant or not pregnant," so there would be less room for guessing what the results were. I took the first one the next morning, and it said: Pregnant. Holy shit. So Ryan told me to take the other one. Big ol' plus sign. Yep. Kendree called it the day before I found out. I was preggers. After some ultrasounds (and a scare), we found out that baby is due on July 5th.

I can't figure out how to rotate this thing...

Ever since then, I have thought it was a boy. Ryan thinks I am crazy (which, duh, of course I'm crazy... but still.... I wasn't supposed to be pregnant, and she had a dream.... and I was!) and stuck with his "I'm going with 50/50 either way" thing. Borrringgg. We went in for my 16 week ultrasound  today and guess what?? It's a BOY. Kendree has the sixth sense, people!! If she has a dream about you, take heed!!! (Kendree- please please start trying to have a dream where Ryan and I are millionaires... please....)
We took Ari to our appointment so she could see the baby, and I'd planned to video her when they announced what it was to get her reaction, but it was just too awkward to pay attention and manage the phone. Plus she didn't even react anyway. In fact, when we went up for my doctors appointment, she kept saying it was a girl. She now knows that it is a boy, but doesn't seem to care much either way. Ryan and I are very excited. Nervous, because we don't really know what to do with a boy, but excited. So far he's looking healthy, but they'll do the detailed ultrasound in 4 weeks.

They printed out an ultrasound pic that said, "I love Aria!" on it and gave it to her so she would have her very own pic of her baby brother. 

Watch out world! Baby boy McLelland is comin'!!

This pregnancy has been pretty good, but more difficult than when I was pregnant with Ari. Hopefully that isn't a sign of things to come..... I had some bleeding at the beginning and spent a week or so really thinking that it wasn't viable, but then they found a heartbeat and I cried like a crazy person. I was pretty nauseous through the first trimester, but have felt better the last couple of weeks. I'm super tired (no shocker there), and crazy emotional. We were at a cheesesteak restaurant in Dec and I was trying to tell Ryan about this video: http://www.ignitermedia.com/products/2667-the-christmas-scale and I couldn't tell him the ending because I started crying. Not like, a little tear.... like CRYING. So, finally he just says that he'll look it up later, and I manage to compose myself. Sort of. Next thing you know, a super cute old guy wearing his veterans hat with all the pins walks by. Im my head I thought, "I should go shake his hand and say thanks so much for your service." and then I LOST IT. Obviously, I couldn't go say anything to the guy because I would have just scared him. Ryan realized I wasn't suitable for public and we left. When we were in the privacy of the car, he asked what had set me off, and I sobbed out the answer that it was the veteran. I was BAWLING in the car. Ari got all worried and asked Dad what was wrong with Mommy. He responded that Mommy was crazy. Yep. That's pretty accurate. 

Ok. Enough with that stuff. We got Ari a big girl bed. Because there are lots of cousins, we figured that it would be easier to have bunk beds for when we've got cousins over night. She loves it! I was really worried about the transition but she has been great! For naps, we can even tell her to go take her nap, and she DOES! Because she sleeps on the top bunk and I don't want her climbing down the stairs in the dark at night, I told her to just call for us when she wakes up and we'll come get her, which she does. How we got such an easy kid, I don't know. 

We got to watch Ari's friend for a couple of hours the other day and they had lots of fun dressing up:

We went for another ferris wheel ride the other day at Scheels and she got comfortable with Tom Jefferson before going in.

Yep, she's kissing him.

 This is how you hug a fish.

Welp, that's about it for now.