Only five more days left in my first trimester....I can not believe how fast the first three months have flown by. I feel so blessed to have had such a wonderful first trimester... I have heard so many horror stories about women that need to be on Zofran their entire pregnancy and I have yet to hardly even feel sick at all! My chest has definitely gotten bigger (Lance makes sure to point that out to me...haha) and I can barely keep my eyes open come 10:00 at night... I hope my fatigue lightens up a little bit but hey, if that's the only symptom I have...I really can't complain! My belly is definitely sticking out...it's starting to look a little bit less like "I eat thirty donuts a day" and more like "I have a baby in me." You really can't tell too much with my clothes on but when I lift my shirt up there's certainly a pooch that has never been there before. Lance loves to rub my belly, he kisses it all the time and talks about "his baby" in there. It really is a special feeling knowing we have started a life together...it's something that no one can take away from us.
Things with his famiily haven't gotten any better at all...we still haven't told them our good news. It's really sad that he wants to keep something that exciting from them because he knows that it will be nothing but trouble once they find out. I can't imagine having a family like that...I don't want to sound judgemental or anything because I know that no one's family is perfect...but I can't imagine hurting my son repeatedly. Hurting him to the point that he no longer has anything to do with any of them... I mean he never goes around them, he skips out on as many holidays as possible. It breaks my heart for him but we have given them a lot of chances to do the right thing and they never do. I get worried about what's going to happen when we tell them about the baby, I'm sure there will be a lot of drama but for now we are just enjoying it together and not letting anyone take this happiness from us! :)
My mom's radiation has really helped her sacral pain. She has four more treatments left but she's said it's helped drastically! That makes me so happy! She continues with her hormone therapy and will resume her oral chemo-therapy once her radiation is complete.
My grandpa's 78th birthday would have been yesterday... it was hard. I still miss the man like crazy and not a day goes by he doesn't pop into my head a hundred times. I see older men that look like him and my heart skips a beat for a minute...then I remember that it's not him coming to see me and then it's that feeling of loss all over again. I had a dream about him that I was visiting him and my Grandma and when it was over they jumped in the car and drove off...I remember asking him if he was ok to drive (he had stopped driving as he got sicker...he feared for other people's safety on the road.) He told me that he had gotten better and he was able to drive again. He looked so happy and so healthy...he wasn't using a cane or a walker..he was just my Grandpa Tino. Man, what a wonderful man. :)
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