The Many Adventures of Team Goulet

Daniel and I went to water birth class last night. Our hospital is one of the few in the country that offer water birth. After hearing the midwife's opinion, and learning from a bunch of case studies I was convinced that this is what I want to do (if possible). This means I can't have ANY pain medication, but I figure if I go in knowing this it can be a goal for me. They make you wait until you are 5-6cm dilated before you get into the tub, so I will have a way to go. My biggest reservation was the cleanliness of the water I would be sitting in after our little guy entered the world. But it seems that they have learned ways to keep the water pretty clean. Here are the benefits that convinced me..... 1. Less tearing (the talk of tearing really made Daniel squirm. Now I know what to talk about to gross him out) 2. Quick birth. Most women deliver within an hour of getting into the tub. 3. Calm baby. Most babies come out of the water and just kind of hang out and don't cry. 4....

My daily vomiting saga continues. It seems that just when I have a good day and I think my new diet is working, I have a bad day. Yesterday was a bad day. We woke up in the morning to get ready for church. I did my normal, take shower, go back to bed, then get ready routine. I was almost done getting ready, when the I started throwing up. Only this time, Daniel was also in the bathroom getting ready. So Daniel casually tried to keep fixing his hair while I puked in the background. He lasted a while before he finally admitted, "listening to this makes me want to throw up in the sink." Great, that's just what we need, more vomit in this house. I preached a sermon in Godsearch last night, and felt like I was in and out of my nauseous state. Daniel said that he got feedback that I seemed more relaxed than ever. So, thanks baby Goulet for making me feel sick, which made me relax. All this to say... I'm not gaining much weight. I keep saying that Baby Goulet ...

I have made an enemy again... wheat. I found out that I have celiac disease many years ago. I have been eating a gluten free diet for the past about 7 years of my life. It had been hard at times, but after awhile I convinced myself that I didn't miss baked goods and I could live without. Not long after I learned I was pregnant, I started to get worried about passing on my celiac disease onto my child. So I started to receive prayer that God would heal my intestines and I could eat gluten again. Much to my surprise and delight, I could eat wheat! This was amazing, its like a whole world of food was opened up to me. And I enjoyed every bite of it. Fast forward to eighteen weeks pregnant.... I got the flu of death (see older post). After surfacing from my week of misery, something still wasn't right. I have continued to be nauseous and vomit quite regularly . This is new to me as the first part of my pregnancy was quite mild. So, yesterday I went to the midwife. And what...

We had our ultrasound today. This one was alot harder to tell what everything is. Baby Goulet is 13oz. right where he should be. I kept saying that he looks really squished in there, but they said that this is normal. He was curled up in a little ball the whole time. Now I see why I can feel him kick me, he's just stretching out! So here are some pictures, see if you can see him. Cause I had a hard time figuring out what everything was.