Quarterback or Cheerleader?

I'm still amazed at how a baby grows inside a belly. It's remarkable. I was in such awe at yesterday's ultrasound, there were lots of giggles. I didn't cry. I cry at everything! Really. Everything. I cried watching a Katy Perry video. So here are our amazing ultrasound pictures. Introducing Baby A...

7 weeks, 1 day

9 weeks, 1 day

9 weeks, 1 day

12 weeks, 5 days

12 weeks, 5 days

12 weeks, 5 days





Is that the k-so?

We are so, so joyful and excited to be expecting our first baby!! I was definitely a lucky one...I turned 12 weeks, and the morning sickness disappeared. It was a long, green, pukey, dizzy road. How appropriate that I have a picture at 5 weeks and at 12. We had intentions to take one every week, but I started getting sick the day after the 5 week picture was taken.



5 weeks

The onesie I gave Scott to tell him the great news!

12 weeks

I craved chips & queso ONE time, so Scott thinks it's real funny to touch my belly and say, "baby, is that the k-so?" I'm back to liking my healthy foods, which I never thought I would want to eat ever again. Thank goodness! I shopped today and bought the first thing for the baby's room...the changing table topper for the dresser. I'm loving the second trimester, and am so grateful to feel like me again. I'm also especially grateful for my husband. He's been my hero. He will be a wonderful daddy.

Summertime

I had such a good week...am noticing just how much happier the days have been lately. They're not lying when they say time heals. Have some pretty great things to look forward to. Mostly, I'm super anxious to see Katy Perry in concert...while I'm celebrating my birthday! And I'm ready to get my hands on my niece!

I'm acclimated at work now...after 3 weeks. It tickles me I'm doing what I wanted to do when we moved to San Antonio AT the place I wanted to do it. Just took 3 years to get there!

Scott and I are definitely enjoying each other. Date night was especially memorable this week. We always have something to talk about, or share, or laugh at. Here's to another great weekend!

One day at a time

I purposely didn't blog about being pregnant. I think I wanted to be a little further along before posting it or registering. Maybe I thought I would jinx it or how hard it would be to face if something happened. I don't know. It didn't stop me from verbally sharing the news or doing my research and finding the car seat, the stroller, the jogger, the bottles. There were some things I had to do at home before coming back from sugery, and this is something I want to do now. Share. Grieve. I'll never forget.

The day we were told, "we have a heartbeat" at 7 weeks was an amazing day for both of us. The joy, excitement, happiness. It was intoxicating. We stood in the parking lot at the Dr's office oogling over each other. Neither of us wanting to go to work. The Dr asked me to come back in 2 weeks to be sure the baby was moving along at the right pace. She assured me she didn't think the baby wouldn't be. Little did I know, it was to "confirm" the pregnancy. I found this out the day we went back. I mean wasn't it aready confirmed? I do get it. It's just part of my story.

I've lived through so many of other's sad stories and experiences. I was paranoid, but mostly ready to see the heartbeat and go about my wonderfully happy day. This time her first words were, "there's no heartbeat." It was what I would imagine a knife in my stomach to feel like. Just as no one can prepare you for the wonderful and hideous things about your first trimester, no one can prepare you to hear those words. I couldn't cry. I couldn't even look at my husband. I stared at the flat screen as she tells us the baby stopped growing a few days ago. Now she's telling us where the head was. I didn't care. I looked up at the ceiling. Scott's hand has been on my foot and I finally turn to look at him. He is confused, sad and in obvious shock. I sit up and the lady leaves. Scott's arms are around me and now the sobbing begins. Walking out of that room was like the walk of shame. I felt like I couldn't give to my husband. Like I caused it; after all it's my body. Then it was "get this thing out of me."

Now what?

We scheduled the D&C for the next day. Every girl wants their mom at certain times. I wanted mine. Mom & Scott were troopers...they held their post like they did in December. Once again, I made it out of surgery like a pro. This time, though, I was deeply saddened. My heart hurt. I cried with the nurse and drank my juice box. I needed some time before seeing Scott. When we got home, I didn't want to be alone. I could have probably slept off the anesthesia, but going up to bed alone sounded horrible. I've noticed feeling needy the last few days. I haven't wanted to be alone. Scott's been amazing support. He's doing better, too. I'm glad we have his Tour de Cure next weekend. We did bike accessory shopping this weekend. It was a needed mental break.

I didn't cry yesterday. I genuinely want to move on. It's still a little tough. I woke up today and felt bummed. I didn't want to feel that way. I just did. Luckily, I have Scott. He makes me smile and he does make me laugh. I do accept it was nothing I did, and those feelings of not being able to provide have gone away.

I'm very much looking forward to getting into my sweaty work outs again. I wish I could do them now. I know the exercise is going to help...in lots of ways. I found a kickboxing class. The one with the bag. I'm ready.

This will take time. I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. But I'll get through that, too. Now, I'm going to spend the rest of the day with my husband.

This Kind of Love

On Friday, April 8th, I felt a love like never before. She is everything. And everything about her is beautiful and amazing. I think about her constantly. I can't wait to see her after I've left her. I miss her when she's in the next room. I cry with joy when I think about her. Elaina Noelle has stolen our hearts. I've been blessed to spend so much time with her this week. Today, mommy had her first outing by herself to Babies R Us. I was given the privilege of staying home with "The Baby."

I have taken a million pictures of this little girl. She may be an even better model than her mommy was. After all, she is the perfect white latina with ash blonde/brown/every girl's dream hair color.

Elaina Noelle Harris

April 8, 2011

2:29 pm

7 lbs, 0 oz

20.5 in



Enjoying life on mommy's legs after her first bath

 Day 2

Day 5

 Day 7

 Really??



the Warriors

I've found that I totally enjoy Scott's outdoor adventures. I love to cheer and take pictures. He asked if I wanted to get a bike and ride with him from SA to Austin in June. Not so much. He will ride, and I will support!

Warrior Dash was this March in Conroe. Scott & Brad tackled the obstacle course. Scott finished a muddy 442 out of 7448.

Stina's Baby Shower

Shabby Chic and fabulous! Stina's shower was beautiful...and so was she. We celebrated the beginning of March. April 1st is tomorrow...counting down the days. I can't wait to meet this little girl. Reminds me of when Stina was born. I can attest to the fact that there is a lot of baby Stina video footage compliments of me. I even used to dress her up and model her. She was my Stina poo...at 1 year old...she called me Nana. She still calls me Nana, and I still call her Stina.



Scola

The Rodriguez's came to visit us the end of February! We hit the zoo and the train. Evan (aka Scola) is way into trains right now and loooves his Rockets jersey. Seeing a Rockets jersey in San Antonio made me smile. Although, I thought we may get jumped at any time. Lauren is simply precious, and Evan is such a sweetheart...full of life. On Sunday morning, as I laid on the couch, he brought me the remote to turn on the TV. I didn't even have to ask. I told him I could get used to this. He said, "yeah." I asked him, "Evan, did you sleep ok?" "Yeah." After a minute of Sesame Street, he says, "I want my nanana." He ate his nanana and they hit the road. An awesome RodAms (as Traci puts it) weekend!

I don't think I need to explain the humor and cuteness of this one.

Chocolate con Leche

Sometimes I wonder if I should create a blog just for all the funny things Scott says. On Valentine's Day, he opened the bag of heart chocolates that came in my awesome gift of Lizano salsas. It was packaged in Costa Rica, and the bag was in spanish. He excitedly asked me if I wanted a chocolate cause it had milk in the middle. I said, "Ewww. Are you sure?" He took a bite and said, "There's no milk in it!" I read the bag...chocolate con leche. I busted out laughing! I told him it said milk chocolate. Needless to say, it's a comical adventure in our house.

We thoroughly enjoy living in this beautiful town, and love for family and friends to visit. The intent of this blog was to post a calendar of the Adams B&B, like we jokingly call it, availability. It tends to get busy with guests or we head out of town. Now, it will serve as that and things we want to share. By the way, I started revamping furniture and accessories. Posted some before and after pics on the Revamps page. There are more pieces to come...the coffee table needs a new color. My dream is to do this as a lifestyle and a career. I walked in to Home Goods today, and thought, "I can do that!" I will eventually find more pieces to design/revamp and sell. Keep you posted.