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Here Comes Peter Cottontail....

After church on Easter, the Easter Bunny made an appearance at the Holdsworth residence and gave the kids toys and candy. The kids were "uber" excited, and Parker wasn't even scared of him. Did you know that the Easter Bunny wears tennis shoes??? I sure didn't.
As you can see, Taylor is having a really hard time controlling his laughter. Lets just say that the Easter Bunny is a really close friend of his, and was really doing a great job "entertaining" us, leaving Taylor in virtual hysterics. Abby and I even got our hands kissed.
The next morning Abby woke up and said, "Mom, I have been thinking... I am not sure if the bunny that came yesterday was the REAL Easter Bunny. I saw that he wore shoes and his skin was showing between his glove and his sleeve. I am pretty sure it was just a really nice man dressed up in a suit, pretending to be the Easter Bunny." Not knowing what to say, I said, "Well he looked real to me, but really...who knows?" She must have done a lot of thinking about it, since it was almost 24hours after the experience that she mentioned that to me.

Thanks Easter Bunny, wherever you are, for making this Easter so special.

And now for the belly shots. Two pregnant women, dressed up for Easter, how could we resist. In 9 months from now we can laugh at how huge we were. Too bad we still have a few months to go.

Pets on Parade

Somehow the Nelson home has been inundated with your not-so-typical pets, despite my attempts to keep us "pet free" until we have a house and yard that can adequately accommodate a dog. Well, let me introduce you to our newest additions to the "family".

This is Larry---affectionately named by Abby. He lives in a jar.


Abby caught him about 3 1/2 weeks ago in front of our house. I told her she could keep him as long as she feeds him and cleans out his jar every other day. To my surprise she has diligently kept her promise by cleaning his cage and feeding him lettuce leaves. My job is to "babysit" him when she cleans. Heaven forbid he runs away or something!


Secretly, I wake up each morning expecting him to be dead. But nope, he is apparently as happy as can be living in his pickle jar. I swear, he is doing this to annoy me. Come on Larry.... cant you just chrysalis or something. How long can this go on? I have to say I am pretty proud of Abby and her ability to care for a "pet" so diligently.

So, after Taylor saw how awesome Abby was at caring for animals he decided to step the responsibility up a little. The other day we went into his office to have lunch with him and when we walked into the lobby he told us he had a really big surprise for all of us. As he took us back, I could hear chirping. And this is what I saw....
This was the point when mom went into shock and the kids jumped for joy! Was my warning supposed to be when I had gotten a text from Taylor the day before asking if I could ever kill a chick I raised???
Well... meet "Sella" (Parker's chick) and "Tweetie" (Abby's chick.) They live in a box.

Taylor knew that I would have a few qualms about these little guys, so before he got them he arranged to have Anne, a friend from his office take them when they got too big for our house. She has land and other egg laying chickens that they can befriend. I couldn't imagine what our elderly neighbors would do if we let the chickens roost on our patio!So Tweetie and Sella are now a part of our family. I have to admit they are pretty cute, but only because I know they will eventually will be going away. Everyday the kids and I clean their box and give them water and food. Sometimes the kids will take them outside and play with them. Ive included a movie of them "playing" with the chicks for your entertainment. Poor chicks....they probably have nightmares of huge Curious Georges sitting on them at night.



Another Masterpiece: Welcome to our family.


Last weekend Taylor and I went out to a concert for date night and left the kids at my parents house. The next morning Abby pulled this most wonderful drawing out of her bag for us. This is a picture of our family, or future family I guess. (Now-a-days, family portraits can only be found with a new little baby.) Looks like a typical drawing any 5 year old would do...right? Well, why don't you go ahead and read the conversation bubbles she added.

Hmmm... lets see... there is Abby saying "Hi friend, will you dye Easter eggs with me?"(Writing help on this one courtesy of grandma, of course.) You can see me, saying, "Hi" to everyone. On the far right there is Parker saying, "I love you." followed by the baby, exclaiming, according to Abby, "Come here, mama!" Now go ahead and look at the tall guy, yes, Taylor. What does his convo bubble say? Written in Abby's own handwriting I see, a "L" "O" "S" "E" and a "R". Yep, that spells "LOSER." Yes, what a great family portrait.

When we questioned the artist about her choice in words, she said with a chuckle, "Well, that's what dad always says." Well, there you go. At least we are accurate. Welcome to our family.

Eggcellent!

Fulfilling the yearly tradition....









A Small Scare and Sigh of Relief

Nelson Baby Girl: Taken Mid-Yawn

Usually with blogs you write about the really happy moments that are happening in your life, and thus I have hesitated writing about this, especially when it concerns my soon-to-be-daughter. However, at the risk of sharing too much information, I have decided to write about this experience since most of my readers are family or friends who I would tell anyway, and because I use my blog for documentation purposes.

As you can see, I didn't write much about my ultrasound yesterday, because I felt like before I wrote something I needed to know what was going on. Yesterday, Taylor, the kids and I enjoyed having an ultrasound at my Ob's office in Prescott. Everything seemed to be fine, so after the technician finished I sent Taylor back to work figuring there was no need in him sticking around for them to weigh me, take my blood pressure, and tell me I am fine like usual. And so, the kids and I stayed to finish the rest of my routine tasks, etc. However, after everything was said and done I was told the doctor needed to speak with me and they took me to a room. The kids were great while we waited, and I still had no idea anything was wrong.

When the doctor came in, she very nicely explained to me that in my ultrasound they had found some sort of abnormality in my placenta. She said it looked like some sort of hematoma, but there was blood that ran through it. In her years of practice she had never seen anything like it. She felt that it was necessary for me to be sent down to Phoenix for an emergency appointment tomorrow with a specialist that handles high-risk pregnancies. She assured me that the doctor was one of the best in Arizona and that if anyone could diagnose this, he could. She told me not to worry yet, because in all honesty this may not affect the baby at all. Her measurements and observations the baby seemed completely normal and healthy.

A little in shock, I drove from the doctors to Taylor's office to tell him the news. As I began telling him, I started crying in front of everyone. Luckily, the office staff is completely wonderful and handed me tissues while Taylor comforted me. After about 3 or 4 minutes of a small breakdown I realized how silly it is to get worked up about this. There was really no point in worrying until we find out what is happening. From that point on I was fine. I drove down to Phoenix an hour later that to stay with my parents.

This morning I had my appointment with the specialist in Scottsdale. The facility was elaborately and expensively decorated (we are talking...art, sculptures, brand new computers, etc) which made me know this meant business. I signed some document saying that any pertinent information from my case could be used to help the doctor with his on-going fetal research.

They took me in at about 9:30am to an ultrasound room specifically built for ultrasounds. There was a big TV on the wall where I could watch them do my 2D and 3D ultrasounds, which was obviously new and very high tech. The technician proceeded to do the ultrasound, first looking at my abnormality (the first 1/2 hour) and then the baby (45 minutes). I think she measured every body part that poor little thing has. The baby was confirmed again to be a girl.

After the technician finished, the doctor came in to look at me via the ultrasound for another half an hour. This is what he told me....

The baby looks healthy, and strong. As far as he can tell she is a 100% normal growing baby. Unfortunately, they are unsure as to exactly what is growing on my placenta. It is not a hematoma due to the blood flow going in and out of it, but is most likely a chorioangioma, or a "tumor" growing on my placenta. However, it is not like most placenta tumors because these types of tumors grow only where the cord meets the placenta. Mine is far away from this area. If it is one of these tumors, they happen in about 1 to 30,000-50,000 pregnancies, but mine would be even more rare since it does not lie in the proper location. So pretty much he was even baffled.

The doctor (who I later found out was the director of the entire facility) then proceeded to pull out a textbook on fetal abnormalities that can be found in ultrasound. Yes, he wrote it and it was about 1000 or more pages long. (I told you he was good.) Anyway, he told me that since the baby seems fine, he thinks everything will continue that way. They need to monitor me with ultrasounds every so often to make sure the "tumor" doesn't grow to a size where it starts stealing blood from the baby and taking over. In that case, which is the worst case scenario, they would probably just take the baby early and she would live a normal life afterward. Best case scenario is that my pregnancy proceeds normally, the baby is unaffected, and the tumor will come out with the placenta after the birth leaving everyone tumor free. Everything will be fine either way. That was great news.

So after all this, I am left 237 ultrasound photos and a 2 hour video detailing every part of my baby (and the tumor.) And if that is not enough, I have a promise that I will get a lot more photos in the months to come. That beats my one or two pics I had with Abby and Parker.

Its also pretty obvious that the doctor will want my freak-of- nature placenta when I give birth. Taylor thinks we should get the rights to our special placenta so he has to pay us for it. :)

After the ultrasound I decided that I was going to pig out and eat a huge lunch in celebration of the good news. I decided I could justify this by the fact I am now feeding 3, not just 2. Ha!

Here are just a few of my 237 images of our perfectly healthy little baby girl. (I thought I would spare you the tumor shots.) Enjoy!


Baby with Arm across her face

She was really tired from all the testing: Another yawn.

Sugar and Spice

It's a Girl!

According to the Poll...

Well, according to the poll it looks like the "general public" thinks Baby#3 is a Boy. With 44% voting Boy and 27% voting Girl. But what intringues me is that 27% of you also think I am having Twins! (Are you crazy!!!) I am hoping this was the default/comical answer for all of you, because if we are having twins I have a major life change coming. :) Anyhow, tomorrow is the ultrasound so hopefully I should have an answer for you soon.