here we go again

I'm long overdue for an update. The last few months have been quite the roller coaster for the little family that Wendt. In December, just before the holiday, hubby was laid off. The unexpected loss of his income made the holidays challenging. Thanks to the overwhelming generosity of some close friends, we were able to give Squirt some presents, a mini-Jul feast, and teach her the true meaning of the season - love and kindness. The dawn of the new year brought about more changes when the hubs decided to expand his knife business and make it his full-time job. Once again, thanks to the generosity of his friends, he has been able to acquire the equipment necessary to increase his production and has, since, been busy completely overhauling his shop.

In the midst of this turbulence and unsurety of what the future holds, our family grew by one teensy little spec. But don't let its size fool you. This one is already giving Squirt a run for her money. Whereas nausea and food aversions were not unheard of with belly-Squirt, they have become a miserable fact of life these last few months. Dad-o is pretty sure I technically suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum. I puked most days, and was constantly extremely nauseated, from pretty much the nano-second of implantation until the last week or so. *knock on wood* So far, this baby loves beans and hates bacon. It gave me a bit of a scare at our first prenatal appointment - the midwife couldn't find the heartbeat. *That* didn't concern me so much, since I know they're pretty tricky to find that early on. But she pursed her lips. THAT concerned me. The sonographer was able to squeeze us in first thing the next day, where I was reassured with a strong heartbeat and ridiculously active little human. If this little one is already jumping, kicking, and headbanging with such fervor, given belly Squirt versus toddler-monster Squirt, this is going to be one bumpy ride!