*This post is sponsored by Ergobaby, but all opinions are 100% my own.*
This post is sponsored by Cost Plus World Market, but all opinions are my own. #giftthemjoy
Did you know I’m obsessed with camels? What does that have to do with anything? Isn’t this a llama post? To me – llamas and camels are kind of the same – and I LOVE them both! So you can imagine my delight when I found out Cost Plus World Market has an abundance of llama items – and it’s just in time for Christmas!
*This post is sponsored by Momsense, but all opinions are 100% my own.*
I was scrolling through Facebook a few months ago (when I was breastfeeding and had lots of time on my phone!) and I saw this new contraption called Momsense. I was SOLD.
So, if you know me, you know that I like to go BIG. (Remember that one time I threw myself a last minute Harry Potter Party? Or the time I nearly killed myself with a Frozen party and a Minnie Mouse Party?) Maybe that’s the overachiever in me, or maybe I’ve been influenced too much by my OCD cake and party master friend Ashlee.
So it only make sense that I’d want to make a big deal about announcing the gender of Baby #2, right? Huge gender reveal party!
Boy was I wrong.
(Here’s where the “over-share” begins. If you want to know what’s going on, read on. If you just want to know the gender, skip the over share and just scroll down – I won’t be offended.)
At 10 weeks I was measuring “larger than I should have been.” The midwife ordered an ultrasound and we discovered a subchorionic hemorrhage. Basically, a pocket of blood. Awesome.
Around 17 weeks I started bleeding. Emergency ultrasounds showed baby was fine (and we took a quick peek at the gender a few weeks early!) but that the subchorionic hemorrhage was still there, along with a blood clot and a tear at the placenta. YIKES. Again, the midwife and Dr. assured us that all was fine, but to be careful. It was at this point they recommended bed rest. SAY WHAT?! Bed rest. How does an overachieving, marathon running, blogging, special education teaching, momma go on bed rest for a week? YIKES. (The cat and I hung out, in case you were curious)