Wednesday, December 16, 2015

My Story

So a lot of things have happened in my life that have made me want to hide myself. This post is about that. Mostly it's just a way to get what's inside of me out.
I have a darkness inside. Or that is the way I was always taught to see it. I was always scared of the dark. Growing up I was taught a few things. Crying is weakness. Being sad is unacceptable. I would be happy in public. I would smile and be happy and be a wonderful child with no problems at all. Showing emotion is bad. Showing emotion makes me weak and unwanted.
When I was a kid, I would get really angry for the littlest things. Someone ate the last cookie and I wanted it. I'd explode. Not necessarily outwardly. I'd go to my room and slam the door shut and cry and blast my music. I blasted the music because crying was bad, I didn't want anyone to know I was crying. Over a cookie. It made no sense to me. Why was I so angry? Why did this stress me out so much? Why was I so weak that the tiniest things made me cry?
With my siblings, as I think it is with most people with siblings, we wanted to be better than each other. If we could make one of each other cry, we were stronger and thus better. Totally messed up logic looking back on it, but why would we do that? Sometimes it would be my big sister we would make cry when she was watching us. Sometimes it was the littlest brother. A lot of the time it felt like it was me they wanted to make cry. Make me weak, make me less of a person, make me something to be avoided. I eventually learned not to cry. I would blast my music and just huff and puff and fight away the tears. I would draw angry pictures, usually dragons because that is what it felt like was inside of me. My little dark dragon.
My dragon was filled with emotions. Emotions I wasn't supposed to show. Sometimes I would forget the dragon was there. But when I would least expect it he would creep up and tear everything apart.
I remember one time my older sister was being particularly rude. I couldn't handle it. There came the dragon ripping up my throat. I had all this energy, the fire inside of me, I had to get it out. Crying wasn't an appropriate way. Exercise? I went to the garage and put on my helmet then grabbed my bike. The tires were flat. I threw something. I couldn't do this. I grabbed the bike pump and began to pump my tires. Had one done. Big sister came into the garage. "I want to ride my bike, give me the helmet." Fine. She was the better sister anyway. SHE never lost control. "FINE!" I shouted and threw the helmet at her. I went back in the house. Then stormed out the front door. I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I think I wanted to run away. Life was just to hard. What was the point? Nobody at home cared. I was obviously different from everyone because I had this darkness, this monster, this THING inside of me. I ran really far. I was tired. I think I got all the energy out. Apparently not because I started crying. Hard. The dragon would talk to me sometimes "Running away?" He growled. "You are pathetic. You can't deal with things. How do you expect anything to get better if you can't even control yourself?" I walked and walked and eventually came to a park by our home. Like a mile and a half from our home. I had stopped crying and sat down to watch a softball game some girls were playing. I decided I should probably go home. Crying took a lot out of my. I didn't want to walk. I borrowed a cell phone and called my mom. "What are you doing there?" she asked. I didn't know. I just ended up there. The dragon would take over sometimes. I would watch myself doing things. I wasn't in control.
Another time I got mad at my mom and made her cry. My dad yelled at me. A lot. I distinctly remember him saying "You made your mom cry. Did you know that you make her sad? She has to take medicine to be happy because you make her so sad!" I don't know why he said that. He was probably just angry that I made the woman he loves cry. But still, it was my fault my mom had problems. My fault she couldn't be happy without medicine. That really messed me up.
Jr. High came and I had a few friends. But not many. I was different. Could people tell that I had the darkness inside? 8th grade health class. I learned about this thing called depression. Anxiety. It sounded like me. My little dragon had a name. I talked to my mom about it. "No," she said, "You are just a teenager and things are hard. You don't have depression. Just be happy and keep going." She even had it. She should have understood. But she didn't. Was I broken inside? Did this darkness make me someone that nobody else would want? Was I worthless?
I pushed through. There wasn't anything else to do. Friends came and went. None stayed too long, either because I pushed them away or pushed myself away. I was scared. If I got to close they would know about my darkness, this little evil thing inside of me that was destroying me. It was tearing me apart from the inside and I was supposed to suppress it by myself. That was my job. Don't show emotion. Control that darkness. Don't be myself because nobody would like me that way anyway.
High school came. Marching band was my savior. I made friends. Good friends. But the darkness was there. "Don't get too close. They will hate you. They probably don't even like you now. They pity you because you have no friends. You just come along because you are afraid. This won't last. Don't get comfortable." High school health class. Oh, look, I have all of the symptoms that go along with depression. Talked to my big sister since my mom obviously didn't care. Couldn't talk to my dad because he would be mad at me for showing weakness. Big sister said to talk to my mom. Told Mom I needed to talk to my pediatrician. "Wait until your birthday, see if it gets better." She said. So I did.
Met with the doc. "Why do you think you have depression?" I'm sad. "Do you have friends?" Sort of, don't really trust them. "Do you have thoughts of harming yourself?" Yes. "Killing yourself?" Yes. I hear Mom crying in the corner. Should have asked her to leave. "How long have you felt this way?" A while. "Let's try something." And then I was medicated.
It went slow at first. "There's no way this is going to work. Your are a broken person, meds can't fix that. How can you even ask for them? You are so weak. You will never amount to anything." There was that voice again. Soon it got quieter and eventually became a whisper. The voice never stopped though, just became easier to ignore. I made friends. Good friends. I could see the light. I didn't realize that I had been trapped in this deep deep hole, drowning in myself. Suddenly life was possible. I smiled a lot. I laughed a lot. My laugh got louder and I became this crazy, energetic, happy person. The person I was taught I had to be. If I ever missed a dose of my medicine, the dragon would be right there taunting me. One day would bring everything back to how it was. I couldn't miss a dose.
My first boyfriend came a month before I graduated. It was true love. Like most high school romances are. Then he was hanging out with his ex. I still took my meds, but the voices came back even stronger. "You are such a failure. He doesn't even like you enough to be honest with you. You have ruined yourself because you tried to be something you aren't. This darkness is your life. You cannot escape it." I eventually broke up with him. Tears streaming down my face. I went home. Cried and cried and cried. I had made him cry too. That boy I loved so much. "How could you do that to someone? You are terrible. You don't deserve to be alive." The dragon took over. I grabbed a pair of scissors. I put them to my wrist. I was going to kill myself. I watched this all happen through my tear-filled eyes. What was happening? I didn't want to die. But was there no way for me to have happiness? If not, maybe this was the best thing to do. Suddenly, I was in control again. I looked at my wrist. No blood. Not yet. I was scared. Terrified. I felt the darkness inside me purring in success. I threw the scissors on my bed and ran upstairs. I told my mom. She made me sit on the couch. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see my tears. I knew I couldn't be alone or the dragon would take over again. I kept going over the conversations I had had with my boyfriend. Over and over and over. What had I done wrong? It had to be my fault. I was the one with the darkness. I was the one that was broken.
I left for college three days later. I was a mess. My roommate and best friend had just had her first kiss. I had just lost my boyfriend. My big sister was up there with me. She came by a lot. I needed her a lot. My ex-boyfriend got over me way faster than I got over him. I cried a lot. A whole lot. There was nowhere to be alone in an apartment full of girls. I was weak, and now they all knew it.
Healing took time. I kept taking my meds. So long as I wasn't alone for to long, the dragon stayed quiet. Eventually I met a man, a wonderful man. We fell in love. We got married. It was wonderful. The dragon was still there, it is still there.
My first baby came as did a whole new bout of depression. Post partum depression. It kicked my butt. I had a new job working as the director of a color guard. My dream job. What a thrill! It was so hard though. Trying to figure out a new dose of my meds while learning how to be a new mom as well as teaching a bunch of teenagers how to be successful. "You will never succeed here. You are a terrible instructor. You can't even choreograph. You suck. Why are you even trying?" The students didn't really like me. Neither did the band director. I was a like-able person, wasn't I? Maybe not. It was hard. I got told many times that I wasn't good enough or wasn't as good as the previous instructor. I was 8 years younger than her! I was just starting out. But so much was expected of me and it gave an opportunity for the darkness to grow within me again. After 8 months of this difficult instructing with no support, taking my baby to rehearsals because I couldn't afford a babysitter, I got called into the principal's office. Must be an angry parent, I thought. "We feel the color guard program needs to go in another direction." Ok. Which direction would you like me to take? "We feel it needs to go in a direction that you are not a part of." What did I do wrong? "We can't tell you." The dragon nearly took over. If I hadn't been on my meds I don't know what would have happened. The rest of the conversation was a blur. I was shaking. I was crying. I was weak. I had nothing. I had lost. I wasn't good enough. I was a failure. "I knew you couldn't do it. Why are you surprised? You never succeed at anything. You never will. You aren't meant to have the happiness that everyone else gets. You are broken. You are wrong. You will never be good at anything." I drove home in complete tears and cried for the rest of the day. I held my baby. I cried and cried and cried. I asked a friend to come over because I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't let the dragon get control of me again. My husband came home from work. He was upset. Life went on.
I got another job working with color guard. Choreographer for a college guard. It was so much fun. I was scared to put myself out there. I can be successful, but what if I do my very best and I fail? "You probably will. If you try, you will fail again. And again. You will not be able to success. You will not get what you want. You do not deserve it." The color guard had a lot of success. Maybe they could have had more if I weren't so scared of myself and my ability to succeed, risk, fail. I will never no. I did a year with that guard as the director. I learned a lot, I grew a lot, I did really well, I probably could have done better for them, but what if I failed? Nobody likes the real me. I've learned that. Why try? Why put everything in when if I fail it will hurt so much?
I had another baby. Post-partum depression came again. Upped my dosage on my meds. Man it was hard. I needed to find something I could succeed at. Something I could do well and love. I had tried making costumes for comic conventions. I loved it. But I wasn't very good. I could learn to be better. I made a really intense and hard  costume. I knew success for the first time. I had made something people loved. Something I did, people liked. How was that possible? I created something good? Me, who is full of darkness? I did it. I found it. Not only did I make something, I got to dress up and be someone else. I didn't really like myself, so I became someone that I loved. And everyone loved me. People wanted pictures. I felt so accomplished. Cosplay became my light in my inner darkness.
It has been almost 10 years that I have been medicated for anxiety and depression. It is never easy. I still hear the voice of the darkness. I still go over conversations in my head. Conversations from my childhood. I still look at them and try to figure out why everything went wrong. I think about the job I lost 3 years ago and how I failed. I think about losing my first boyfriend. I think about all the mistakes I've made as a mother. Every day I think about every little thing that can go wrong. I think about everything that is said to me. I look at it from every angle. I love to hang out with friends, but what if they know about my darkness? I stress out all the time.
I will not simply 'get over' my depression. I cannot simply work away the anxiety. This is who I am. I have learned that my darkness is inevitable. It will always be there. There are things I can do to bring light into my being to soften the darkness. Unfortunately I can't make it go away completely. One day, when I have become a resurrected being, I will be whole. I will no longer have darkness. I will be filled with light. Until that day, this is who I am. I will fight my darkness, but know that sometimes I can't. Sometimes it overwhelms me. Love me anyway. That is all I need to bring in the light. Every day is a battle between who I am, who I want to be, who I was taught to be, and who I can become. Never belittle anyone struggling with anxiety and depression. You will only make their darkness grow. Bring in the light. Don't you DARE treat us differently than anyone else. That will only single us out even more.

Saturday, May 16, 2015


Nigel got this awesome balloon at a Primary activity this morning. It was adorable. And I got a movie of his experience with it. And it is wonderful. So you should watch it.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Testing, Testing, One Two Three

I have been so bad at keeping with my blog. Especially since getting rid of our internet service. I just downloaded the Blogger app. This is me trying it out. This could be fun. Hooray for smart phones. 
So here are some things about what my family has been up to lately:
Nigel is 3 and has shown no sign of wanting to waste his abundant energy. He is a handful but I sure love him! Nigel is a really good helper. He helps me put away the dishes and the groceries. He even started to help with the grocery shopping! He is so eager to please and so much fun to be around.
Alfred is almost 5 months old. Where the crap did the time go? He is getting huge. This boy is a chunk. He is a really smiley boy and I love his chubby face! Two weeks ago he had his 4 month appointment and the doctor said that soon we could let him cry at night to push him to 8 hours between a meal. It took three nights of crying and now he pretty much sleeps from 10:30 to 7!he does wake up a little and fuss just a bit, but he goes back to sleep pretty quickly. He has been such an easy baby and I am so thankful for his adorable personality. 
Nigel is a big help and put diapers in the garbage for me and takes clothes to the hamper. I just love my little boys!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Alfred's Birth Story

            I have not written about my new baby yet! My excuse is that it is hard to have two children, I have been busy with Winter Guard competition season, and I am insanely tired all the time. So here is me catching up on thins. Here is the birth story of my beautiful baby boy!
            My family had a wonderful Christmas Day in Kaysville with my parents, siblings, and niece and nephew. Nigel was quite thrilled with it. For example, Christmas morning he woke up and we said, “Nigel, Santa came!” And Nigel shouted out, “SANTA IS HERE! WE GO SEE HIM! HURRY! HURRY!” To which I replied, “He isn’t here now… But he stopped by while we were asleep and left us presents!” Nigel then shouted, “WE GO SEE! HURRY! HURRY!” It was quite a fun holiday. Holidays are way more fun with children!
            So the day after Christmas, a Friday, I went to my OBGYN and got my membranes stripped. It was still a week and a half to my due date, January 7th, but I was running out of space and starting to have a hard time breathing due to lack of space for my diaphragm to push down. This happens toward the end of pregnancy. The day was long but nothing had happened. Nigel went to bed around 8 as usual and then I stayed up watching a movie with Ross. I stayed up until midnight so now we are to December 27th.
            A little after midnight I felt my first contraction this pregnancy. It hurt. And I decided I better get to bed right away so that I could get some sleep before the contractions got too close together. I had one more contraction about 20 minutes later in bed then fell asleep. I woke up a little after 2 am with contractions 10 minutes apart. I would doze between the contractions, but couldn’t really get back to sleep because those painful contractions would wake me up. I stayed in bed counting how far apart my contractions until 4 AM when they were about 5 minutes apart. I decided I had better get up and have some food because I would have to go to the hospital soon. I had some cinnamon toast and hot chocolate. It was heavenly. Then at 4:30 the contractions were 3 minutes apart so it was time to get off to the hospital soon.
            At 4:45 I woke up Ross and said, “It’s time to call the Phillips to come over and stay with Nigel. We need to get to the hospital soon.” (The Phillips are our friends who live across the parking lot.) I went back to the kitchen and snacked around a bit while Ross called Scott. I called my parents so they could come up, (it would take them an hour), and watch Nigel all day. He headed over, but took a while because he was actually down in Hyrum. Oops. We didn’t realize they were helping their sister with her kids that weekend. Oh, well! He came and I was having contractions every 2-4 minutes, they weren’t very consistent, but were averaging 3 minutes. Which was lovely. And they were getting really painful really fast.
            Scott arrived then Ross and I left for the hospital at 5:15 and when we got there I could barely walk because my contractions were getting so close together (2 minutes apart) so we got me a wheel chair when we walked in. They only had a wheelchair for really fat people, it was quite spacious. Anyway, they got me right in and I had to go to the bathroom. I had a super powerful contraction in there. Ouch! I got all dressed down into a gown and sat down. I was dilated to 5 cm. Woo hoo!
            My contractions were getting quite excruciating, and I had told the nurse when we arrived I would be wanting an epidural. Around 7 am they got me my epidural. Which was great because I was crying through my contractions because they hurt so freaking bad. Epidurals are the most amazing invention in the world. Also, I am lucky in that I don’t need a huge dosage for my legs to get all numb. I could still move my legs pretty well even though I couldn’t feel the pain. I could feel the pressure a little bit, which was good for knowing when things were happening.
            A doctor came and broke my water around 8 am and said it was really green. Meconium. That is the baby’s poop. Sometimes babies poop in the womb prior to being born and it gets all over. I was told that they would have to be really careful during delivery to make sure my boy wouldn’t inhale or swallow any of his poop. It can get really dangerous really fast if that happens. It scared me to think of that, but the nurse said they would have a respiratory therapist and a NICU nurse there during the delivery and they would take him right after he was born and suction out his nose and mouth a bunch to make sure he didn’t inhale anything or swallow anything. Woot.
            Contractions got closer and closer together and soon it was 9:55 and time to push! The respiratory therapist and NICU nurse arrived and got their equipment ready. I was sure excited to meet this little boy of mine! I pushed really good, pushing 2 times with every contraction, which was happening every minute or more. Exhausting! But this did go better than the 2 hours of pushing I had to do for Nigel. This little dude made it around my pelvis really fast and at 10:05 the nurse said, “That went really fast! I need to call the doctor right away. Don’t push!” Great. So I had this little human head right in the birth canal and about to pop out putting a heck of a lot of pressure right on my rectum. And let me tell you, it was extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t feel pain thanks to my epidural, but the pressure was miserable. The doctor took a while getting up there. 10 freaking minutes of pressure. I was crying through contractions again because it was just so dang uncomfortable.
            The doctor finally arrived at 10:15 and got all ready. I pushed four times in one contraction and the baby was out! The little angel was born at 10:19 am. Ross cut the cord and the little man was taken by the nurse and respiratory dude and suctioned a whole bunch. Poor baby was green! We called him Yoda for those first few minutes. So much poop in the womb that he was completely covered in it. Poor fellow! The placenta came out and it was stained green from all the meconium. Ew. My doctor said that it was really good that he came so early. When there is so much meconium in there it means that the baby was really stressed. Thank goodness he was out then!
            The baby weighed 7 lbs and 6 oz. He was 19 inches long. A bit smaller than Nigel, but he sure was cute! Adorable little chubby cheeks already! He was beautiful! About 15 minutes after he was born, I got to hold my new little son. Ross and I had had a name all picked out, but it didn’t really seem fitting now that we saw him. I tried nursing the little man and he latched on right away. Another thing very much not like his brother. He was a perfect little man in the hospital and got to stay with me in my room the whole time.

            It took us 9 hours to decide on a name. The name we chose is Alfred Carl Bateman. He is so perfect! He is 4months old now, and I love him so much! It is incredible to me how much I love both of my boys! They are so wonderful and I am so happy that I am a mom! Here are some pictures from the experience.
All ready to have this baby!
We had a beautiful view of the mountains from the hospital window.
I ate a lot of Dum Dum suckers.
Little baby boy all cleaned up and adorable!
Happy Daddy!
Happy Mommy!
So happy to have another beautiful boy!
Sleeping little dude. :)
Hey, little Alfie! Are you ready to go home?
Such a precious little man!

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Names For Baby #2: Nice Names in General

With the last poll of names that go well with Nigel, the name Vincent won. Which is good because I love that name, but bad because Ross hates it. This is how most of the names we have discussed go. One of us loves the name while the other does not. 
Here is another poll of simple generic names that we like. This may be the last poll because I feel that the baby will be coming closer to Christmas than his due date. And that is ok. I am so uncomfortable and ready to be done with this pregnancy. And also I am excited to have another baby in the house. Here's the list of names with their origins and meanings:

1. Shawn
God is Gracious

2. Austin

3. Sawyer
Wood Cutter

4. Landon
From the Long Hill

5. Hudson
Son of Hudd

6. Tyler
Tile Maker

7. Nathan
He Gave

8. Jackson
Son of Jack

Please vote for two names that you like best in the poll off to the right!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Baby #2 Names: Goes Well With 'Nigel'

So with one adorable big brother named Nigel, Ross and I have thought it would be an excellent idea to name his little brother something that would go well with it. Here is a list of 8 names that Ross and I like that go well with Nigel's name. They would be the cutest little boys on the block! Which they will be anyway because they're my boys. I have the name, the origin of the name, and what the name means for these ones. That is fun. By the way, Nigel comes from England and means "the champion." That's my boy!

1. Neville
New Town

2. Vincent

3. Alistair
Defender of the People

4. Desmond
Place name in Ireland

5. Hugo
Bright in Mind and Spirit

6. Tristan

7. Victor
Winner, Conqueror

8. Theodore
Divine Gift

I have made the poll on the right side of the blog! You may vote for two names if you would like. As always, have fun!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Christmas Lists

So Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat. I guess it is a good idea for me to list some things that my family members and I would like for Christmas. Makes things easier for those who are getting us stuff.

Nigel's Christmas List

1. car toys

2. dinosaur toys

3. books

4. Chutes and Ladders (or another board game that a child might enjoy)

5. Any toys an almost-3-year-old boy would enjoy

Ross's Christmas List

1. To see his wife and child happy (I told him people probably wanted to know things that he wanted but that was all he would tell me)

2. He would probably love an Al's Sporting Goods gift card. He loves that store.

Melanie's Christmas List

1. 39" King Sabre (quite expensive, but has a lifetime warranty)
Here's a link, it's the second from the top:

2. A Multi-Day Pass to Salt Lake Comic Con FanXperience 2015
Presently 50% off... Here's a link:

3. This specific color guard equipment bag:

4. Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 on DVD

5. Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 2 on DVD

6. Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 3 on DVD

7. The game Bananagrams

8. iTunes gift card

9. Guardians of the Galaxy on DVD

Un-named Bateman Boy to be born shortly after Christmas

1. diapers, newborn and size 1

2. warm winter clothes size 0-3 months

Hopefully that is a good list for everyone who is wanting to get us stuff to choose from. I know that I am really specific in my choices of gifts. I've noticed that happening as I get older... 

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Names for Baby Number 2: Characters from Books

So here is another great list of baby names. The winner of the last poll, Disney characters, was William. A good strong name indeed. Here's a new list to choose from. These names come from characters from books. I do love reading. Nothing too exciting, just the name and the book they are from.

1. Edmund
The Chronicles of Narnia series

2. Agustus
The Fault in Our Stars

3. Peregrin
The Lord of the Rings series

4. Severus
Harry Potter series

5. Perceus
Percy Jackson and the Olympians series

6. Bracken
Fablehaven: Keys to the Demon Prison

7. Emmett
Twilight series

8. Caspian
The Chronicles of Narnia series

Please vote for no more than two baby names in this poll (which can be found on the right side of the blog).

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Names for Baby #2: Disney Characters

So it is really hard to do a blog post when you don't have the internet. Thus this one is late. But hopefully you will enjoy it anyway.
The winning name from the last poll was Ethan. It won by a lot. This next two weeks the poll will be using names from male Disney characters. Here's the names with also a quote from the character. I do love me some good movie quotes.
Feel free to vote for two names if you would like, but please no more than that. Here's the list!

1. Gaston
From Beauty and the Beast. Quite the manly man he is.
"And every last inch of me's covered with hair!"

2. Prince Naveen of Maldonia
From The Princess and the Frog. He is a lady charmer who loves jazz music.
"You know, if you are going to let every little thing bother you, it is going to be a very long night!"

3. Prince Edward of Andalasia
From the movie Enchanted. He is heroic and very princely. He loves to sing.
"Giselle!!" (followed by jumping from a bridge and beginning a song and getting run over by bicyclists.)

4. William Turner
From Pirates of the Caribbean. He is heroic and honorable.
"I practice 3 hours a day so when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"

5. Fix It Felix
From the movie Wreck it Ralph. He is a happy individual with very clean language. He can fix anything and always wants to help.
"She gives me the honeyglows something awful."

6. Flynn Rider
From Tangled. He is a handsome thief who is clever and sarcastic. I would probably get along well with him.
"This is kind of an off day for me. This usually works."

7. Prince Phillip

From Sleeping Beauty. I'm pretty sure he gets way more screen time than Princess Aurora. He is a heroic prince who fights a dragon to save his woman.
"But we've met before! Once upon a dream!"

8. Jack Sparrow
Another from Pirates of the Caribbean. He is witty, adventurous, and loves gold. He is a pirate, after all.
"Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid."

There's the list! I hope you enjoy voting for another baby name for my next boy!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Pregnancy #2

So I am now 26 weeks pregnant. This means that in one week I will be in my third trimester of this pregnancy. Hooray! I'm excited to have another little baby. 
This pregnancy has been so different than when I was pregnant with Nigel. Here is a list of differences that there have been between the two pregnancies: 

1. With Nigel I was SO sick through my first trimester and most of my second. This one I've been nauseated a lot, but haven't really thrown up much. Which has been nice. 
2. When I was pregnant with Nigel I was gaining weight like crazy. At the end of my pregnancy I had gained a little over 60 pounds. Gross. This time, my weight gain has been much slower and more manageable. This pleases me greatly. 
3. Along with gaining a ton of weight with Nigel, I was extremely bloated from the middle of my second trimester. My face was all huge and gross. This time, I have noticed a little bloating in my feet, but not much in my face or anywhere else yet. It has been really nice. I look so much cuter this pregnancy.
4. During my Nigel pregnancy I never really noticed having braxton hicks contractions, or any other contractions, all the way up until I was actually in labor. And labor lasted 28 hours. Yikes. This time, I've been having those braxton hicks contractions a ton. And I can feel them. They don't hurt, thank goodness, but they are uncomfortable for sure. 

I really thought early on in my pregnancy that I was going to have a girl because it was so different from my last pregnancy. Everyone else agreed with me. When we got the ultra sound and it was a boy, I was so excited! It just felt so right. I am way excited to have another little boy and Nigel is going to be such a great big brother!
Here are some of the 3-D images of this little boy that we got at the ultra sound a month and a half ago. He wouldn't really let us see his face much, and these were the only shots of his little face. There was some gunk on his cheek that Ross and I said made him look like he had Benedict Cumberbatch cheekbones. It is so fun to be able to see the little dude on that screen! So excited to meet him in person!