Wrong Again.

So, I might be bad at guessing friend's baby's genders. I can guess my own, but when it comes to guessing patient's and friend's, I am no good.

Sophia Collette Nourse was born this morning to Jared and Naomi--the first of the posse' to deliver on this go around! I guessed early on that this munchkin was a boy, and even made little onesies at Naomi's baby shower that sport "Boob Man," and referred to the baby as "little man" while adjusting Naomi. Oops. Sorry, Sophia. However, Emma will be happy to be a big sister to little Sophia. We are so happy for Jared and Naomi, and look forward to our kids growing up together!

18-Week Check-up

Appointment At A Glance.....
~BP: 119/64 (Hooray for this--I had HBP my entire pregnancy with Em--exercise really does lower BP--imagine that!)
~Weight gain: still below normal, but more than my liking, so increased exercise and healthier choices of foods start NOW! I only gained 17 pounds with Emma, so my 6 in the first half of this pregnancy is not sitting well! [TWIN indicator?]
~Fundal Height: 19+ cm [TWIN indicator?]
~Fetal Heart rate: 150-160 bpm
~Fetal Survey Ultrasound: Thursday, Oct. 4, 2:30


As many of you know, I am having weird suspicions that I may be hosting twins in this uterus of mine. I don't really know why I have these feelings, but I do. I was definitely more sick in the first trimester with this pregnancy (though it only lasted 3 weeks), and I feel TONS of movement which is kinda weird this early on. If there is only one, it HAS to be a boy that will someday be an NFL player (there you go, Josh!). Our doctor told us at our first appointment that he would order an ultrasound, but Josh and I decided that since I am not a big fan of ultrasounds anyways, that we could wait until the 20-week fetal survey to find out. Dr. Rolando maintains that it is almost impossible to determine if there are two before 20 weeks anyways, so why bother the babe with sounds waves! Please join me in praying that we have ONE healthy baby! I still have no complaints, but if I could mention one nuisance, it would be heartburn that began this week. TUMS do wonders--I am halfway through the first bottle! :)

How I Told.....The Pregnant Posse'

Well, I'm not gonna lie--I told Naomi the first time I saw her (a.k.a. the Monday after that weekend). I knew there was no way that I could see her twice a day, and keep a secret..... She was happy, but probably next filled with overwhelming realizations that this would also mean another baby for her, too. We will see how much patience Naomi does have! So far, she has more patience than anyone I have EVER encountered, so perhaps a 2 year-old-Emma, a 6-month old Baby Nourse, and Borggren Baby #2 will be no big deal.

Now on to the rest of the Posse'. We were getting together for our weekly Girl's Night. I had decided that due to a recent miscarriage to someone near and dear to me that I would wait to portray our news until reaching a more comfortable landmark--perhaps 12 weeks or 8 if I couldn't wait. I honestly had no intentions of relaying the news to the Posse', though in retrospect, I am so glad that I told when I did! Sarah barely got in the door before exclaiming that she was going to have a baby. Now being that she has been trying for quite some time (is it okay if I say that Sarah?), this was the News of the Year for all of us. We were so excited to watch Sarah tear up as she told us the news. My first question was "when are you due?" She choked up between hugs and said, "February twenti......." At this point (knowing my due date was around the 24th of February) I knew there was absolutely no way to keep the verbal vomit from coming forth. Our due dates were within the same week! The diarrhea of the mouth took over, and I told my news. I am not quite sure who was more shocked. It was a joyous time though! I felt horrible, feeling as though I had "dampened" Sarah's news, but she maintains that she didn't care--the more the merrier! After hugs and tears, we all sat down. I quickly realized that we still had one member of the Posse' that wasn't pregnant, but would have died to be. We all hugged Erin, and promised her that in God's time, she would get knocked up too! Little did we know, life had already begun within her! What a night!

How I Told.....My Parents

Well, since we have established that no one reads this (my peeps seemingly aren't into the whole blog thang.....), I guess I will look at it like it is my Pregnancy Journal for #2. We all know that the second pregnancy isn't as exciting as the first, and while I don't think I will take fewer pictures of this baby, I do know that I am already slacking in the pregnancy journaling aspect. This will have to suffice--Momma is busy!

Now that I have that disappointment out of the way, let's get on to how I told my parents.....

[Same day as finding out about being pregnant]
Pick up phone and dial Mom--Saturday, 5:05pm

Mom: {whisper}"Cara, I am in church. Can I call you back?"
Cara: "NO. I NEED to talk to you!"
M: "What's wrong, honey?"
C: "Mom, I'm pregnant."
M: "Are you serious?"
C: "Uh, yeah, and we aren't happy about it."
M: "Is it okay if I'm happy about it?"
C: "Yeah, maybe it will rub off on me then."
M: "How far along are you? When did you find out?"
C: "Don't know--just found out."
Other words of nonsense were spoken, and then we concluded so my Mom could get back to church. My sister was sitting next to her, so of course she told her immediately. I can only imagine that my Mom sat there with a grin from ear-to-ear for the entire service, which probably left my Dad (who was the Pastor leading the church service!) wondering what was up in that pew!

After the service, my sister went through the line to greet the Pastor (our Dad), and shook his hand and told him that he was going to be a grandpa again, but that is all she said. I can only imagine that he was hoping it was me or my brother, and NOT her! :) My Mom told my Dad the news afterwards, and our conversation, and he too said, "I hope it's okay if I am happy too!"

How I Told.....Josh

Well, let me take you back to the end of June, when we decided to take a little family excursion. Since living in MN for 5 years, we haven't really explored God's country up here much past Duluth. Being "MN's Playground," we decided we should check out Brainerd. Josh took a 3-day weekend, and I had to work a few short hours on Friday before we left at noon. We made our way up there, and enjoyed out first night there. We meandered our way down to the pool, and because I tend to be a wax-producer of America, the pool water mixed with my over-production of wax made a pasty mess which clogged my ears. (This would later be one of those things that happened for a reason.) Let me note that adult beverages and hot tubs were enjoyed on this night--all first trimester no-no's.

The next morning, with my ears still clogged, I headed to the nearest Target to get some Swim-Ear. While I was there, I walked past the pregnancy test isle. I remember thinking, "Hmmm, should I get one?" Why would I do that? We weren't trying to get pregnant, we were trying not to get pregnant. For some strange reason, I picked one up. It is still a mystery to me of why I took a test. I had no reason to....

I got back to the hotel with my goods, and Josh and Emma were showering or something as we were getting ready to try out the Paul Bunyon Bike Trail that day. I proceeded to take a test while Josh looked at me puzzled, but I assured him I that I was just taking it because I had a strange feeling, but that there was no way I was pregnant. The next few moments would change my life. The test came back positive. I immediately was overwhelmed with a feeling that I will never be able to describe, and was speechless as I walked out of the bathroom and handed Josh the test. He just kept looking at it, and then me. The next few minutes were exclamated with pure denial, fear, anger, and shock. As Josh and I just stood there, I remember asking him to hug me. We stood there flabergasted for a few more moments, and then we were joined by Emma. I can't remember what was said exactly, but something like this: "Cara, everything happens for a reason. It will all work out." "But Josh, I can't be pregnant--I'm not ready to be pregnant again!" I was pretty numb the rest of the day as we rode our bikes for a long 20 miles, but knew that if Josh was on board, he was right--it WOULD all work out. I don't remember much of the rest of that day except that Josh assured me that I was surrounded by his support and love, that I tried to determine when I might possibly be due, that I realized that Emma would ONLY BE TWO when the baby was born, and that we had AWESOME ribs at Famous Dave's to conclude that peculiar day.....

Fun Facts....

~ The very day that Peanut #2 was conceived is the very same day that I "ceased producing milk" from my first pregnancy.

~ Emma was born on the 25th. This baby is "due" on the 24th. They will be 25 months apart. If this baby is born on the 25th, I am going to go out that day and play the lottery, betting all odds on the number 25. Did I mention I was 25 for alot of this?

~ Emma's due date was January 16th--my grandma's birthday. This baby is due on February 24th--Josh's grandma's birthday!

Do you have any fun facts?

16 Weeks

Alright, so I am now 16 weeks. That was a fast first trimester, huh? Actually, I had a rough few weeks. Things are definitely different with this pregnancy when compared to the first. Considering the fact that I didn't even know I was pregnant until 11 weeks with Emma, it is bound to be different, eh? I did experience nausea for three weeks early on, but I took on this attitude that I could either be miserable for the rest of the pregnancy, or I could try to overcome the ickiness, and THAT VERY DAY, I miraculously felt better. Coincidence? Could be, however, I choose to attribute it to the power of positive thinking! Plus, did I mention that chiropractic care does wonders for a pregnant mommy? I definitely have biased thinking considering I AM a chiropractor, but after spending the first year of my post-doctorate training researching this topic, I CAN call myself an expert, can't I? So, as I begin to enter this final-month-in-the-first-half of my pregnancy, I thank God everyday that I am in a profession where I can reap the benefits, as well as deliver the benefits to my pregnant patients on a daily basis through regular chiropractic care. I feel great going into this 16th week, and honestly can't complain about a thing!

Baby on "'Board'ggren"--do you get it?

While it may not be shocking to those around me, it is still a shock to me! Am I really pregnant again? Yes, there is indeed another "baby on board....."

This blog comes after much prompting from my fellow Pregnant Posse--a group of four friends all pregnant at the same time, with three of us due within 3 weeks of each other, and the other our Nanny. There MUST be something in the water! This blog is meant to keep you informed of my progress, and current shock level!

So, enjoy my posts (don't forget to leave a comment!), laugh at my shock, and provide support when I don't think I can handle another Emma!