Gee has decided to look for a new job and eventually a new career path. We are currently working on changing his status from a non-permanent resident to a permanent resident. As a permanent resident Gee is eligible to work in Government jobs, military branches and go to school for in-state tuition. Gee is looking into all the various career fields he is interested in and will hopefully come to a decision by the time comes to actually take classes.
I am still working as a K-6 Art Teacher. Now that I'm finally through the first trimester I am finally feeling more like myself again. It has been a rough couple of months as the hormones have been the controlling force. Poor Gee has had to deal with a hormone crazed, nauseated woman for 3 months. I hope the rest of this pregnancy goes smoother at least for the sake of our sanity.
The first ultra sound we had done in Laramie was supposed to be at 10 weeks. When they measured the baby it was actually about 7 1/2 weeks. I felt is was like ground hog's day, everything just kept happening over and over again. Honestly I became a little disillusioned and frustrated. Several of my friends had miscarriages and I really felt the stress building up. I have had 2 prenatal visits so far, and one scheduled for tomorrow. The first one was alright, the second was frustrating; it seemed like the doctor didn't have time for me. For the record I have never had an exam of the female nature done so quickly in my entire life. We had the 12 week ultra sound done and it was so much better. The baby was kicking, turning, boxing, touching it's feet with it's hand. Gee made it through this ultra sound without getting faint, so that was a bonus. I must say I am having a hard time feeling connected to this baby. I told my sister I feel like it is a parasite because it latched on and sucked the life out of me. But as I am coming out of the first trimester I guess I need to reassess this particular stance. I am feeling more normal, more like myself and less like a hormone crazed wild woman. This morning I decided it is probably not right to feel so detached, so I read Psalm 139. If God has already ordained the entire number of days my child will live and is overseeing it's forming, who am I to feel put out over a couple of months where I feel like my body has taken over my good sense. This too shall pass I'm sure.
Here are some of our ultrasound pictures from our 12 week visit:
