I'm a couple of weeks into my second trimester, now. I'm finally beginning to feel somewhat human again. Luckily I don't spend all day, everyday nauseous anymore! I'm only getting nauseous when my stomach gets empty or when I get too hot. My energy level is also slowly improving - I can stay up past 8pm, now!
It's so hard to believe that the little peanut we saw on the ultrasound a month ago is now the size of an apple. I'm just starting to show (the extra padding that I have has delayed this process) but not even close to maternity clothes, yet. You can especially tell when I am lying on my back. I definitely have a baby bump, then! A little over a week ago I started feeling some movement...it basically felt like someone tapping me from the inside. No flutters or butterflies, yet, but this should start in the next couple of weeks!
I had the joy of going to the hospital yesterday to see my best friend's newborn baby, Addison. She's beautiful and Lisa was a champ as this is baby #3 for her. She only had to push for 7 minutes! That was one ripe baby! :) As I was sitting there holding her I couldn't help but think about what our baby is going to look like. Whose hands will he/she have? Whose hair? Whose nose? I'm getting excited and I have so long to wait! Even though it seems like an eternity before the baby will be here, the last couple of months (though gruelling) have gone by quickly and I know the rest of it will, too. As difficult as some parts of this pregnancy have been, I'm really trying to enjoy the entire experience. I have to admit...I'm not so sad the puking is over!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
OOPS!!!
I realized today, while driving home, that I hadn't blogged in...well...eons. I just went back and reviewed my most recent blog. Hmm...March. A LOT has happened since then! I'm kind of upset with myself that I allowed this to happen. I thought that this blog would be a cool way to document our quest at parenthood. It would be good to follow through with this, if that is the goal. So, here we go at a SERIOUS catch-up session.
The last time I blogged was in March, a month before I got pregnant. I was dealing with my body going haywire and the possibility of the fact that I may have polycystic ovarian syndrome. That's a tough blow to deal with normally, but when you've actually been trying to get pregnant...it's like telling a 16 year old that yes, they have a car now, but no license to drive. It took another three weeks before I finally started my period. It was 11 weeks between cycles. That was the first time EVER that I had gone that long between periods. Something was obviously wrong.
Justin and I talked, and though I was distraught, we agreed to just keep trying, work on getting healthier, and things would hopefully work out. Time went by after my cycle finished, and we were headed on vacation in a matter of weeks - DISNEYLAND HERE WE COME! We were so excited to be headed to Disneyland for some fun and family time we just couldn't wait. In the midst of all of the planning I actually got excited that I wasn't pregnant because that meant I was able to go on everything I wanted to. No restrictions, no waiting while everyone else went. I was on the coaster alongside for the ride! My period was due again while we were on vacation, but I didn't think twice when it didn't come. I mean, hey...last time it took 11 weeks. What's one?
We had an amazing time in Disneyland/California Adventure. We got up early and stayed out late each night. Got to meet up with some close friends for an evening of fun together, and all around had an amazing vacation. It was definitely one for the record books! We got home on Thursday, May 21st. I had taken the whole week off and planned to just sleep on Friday. Justin had to work, but when he arrived at work in the morning, they didn't realize he was coming in. He "reluctantly" came home for a day of movies with me. On Saturday we went back to SeaTac to pick up his mom from the airport. She had flown to Arizona for his brother's law school graduation (the reason for the trip to Disneyland - to celebrate - in the first place) and was coming home. We headed out a bit early and planned to pick up some coffee when we got to the airport before his mom's flight came in.
On the way home, I was feeling slightly nauseous. We stopped at Denny's for a late-night meal and nothing sounded good. I forced myself to eat a BLT thinking that maybe it was just because my stomach was empty and I had only the coffee. I felt better after eating so I thought nothing of it. Sunday morning I woke up nauseous again and thought that I was coming down with the stomach bug that my sister-in-law and brother-in-law had on the trip. We had just a quiet day at home with a lot of rest, hoping that it would go away. On Monday, Justin and I went to go grocery shopping. He offered to stop for coffee, but it just didn't sound good, so we didn't. Tuesday morning Justin got up an made coffee like normal, but when I came downstairs to get my lunch ready for work, the smell made me nauseous. All I could do was turn off the coffee pot and walk away. Tuesday morning he asked me if he should even bother...to which the answer was "no". All the time, this nausea was not going away. I was having to force myself to eat because if I didn't it got worse. However, the thought of food was making me nauseous, too. 6 of one, half dozen of the other. We were beginning to get suspicious...and hopeful. I was trying not to get too excited, though, because of the last time(s) we thought I was pregnant.
By Thursday, I was really sick. I came home from work and forced myself to eat a small dinner. It made me feel quite a bit better, and I even got hungry again a bit later, so I ate an apple...ALL of which came back up again about 10 minutes later. At this point it's about 9:15 at night. Justin is sleeping, but woken up by my gastrointestinal pyrotechnics. He asked if I was okay...then told me I should pick up a pregnancy test on my way home.
Friday at work one of my co-workers asked me how I was feeling (I wasn't looking too hot). When I told her I had been puking the night before she smiled and asked me, "Are you pregnant?" I told her I wasn't sure, and that we were going to take a test that evening. I picked up a test on my way home after depositing Justin's paycheck in the bank. Justin was already home waiting for me. We took a deep breath and headed upstairs for the life-changing moment that was ahead of us...
The last time I blogged was in March, a month before I got pregnant. I was dealing with my body going haywire and the possibility of the fact that I may have polycystic ovarian syndrome. That's a tough blow to deal with normally, but when you've actually been trying to get pregnant...it's like telling a 16 year old that yes, they have a car now, but no license to drive. It took another three weeks before I finally started my period. It was 11 weeks between cycles. That was the first time EVER that I had gone that long between periods. Something was obviously wrong.
Justin and I talked, and though I was distraught, we agreed to just keep trying, work on getting healthier, and things would hopefully work out. Time went by after my cycle finished, and we were headed on vacation in a matter of weeks - DISNEYLAND HERE WE COME! We were so excited to be headed to Disneyland for some fun and family time we just couldn't wait. In the midst of all of the planning I actually got excited that I wasn't pregnant because that meant I was able to go on everything I wanted to. No restrictions, no waiting while everyone else went. I was on the coaster alongside for the ride! My period was due again while we were on vacation, but I didn't think twice when it didn't come. I mean, hey...last time it took 11 weeks. What's one?
We had an amazing time in Disneyland/California Adventure. We got up early and stayed out late each night. Got to meet up with some close friends for an evening of fun together, and all around had an amazing vacation. It was definitely one for the record books! We got home on Thursday, May 21st. I had taken the whole week off and planned to just sleep on Friday. Justin had to work, but when he arrived at work in the morning, they didn't realize he was coming in. He "reluctantly" came home for a day of movies with me. On Saturday we went back to SeaTac to pick up his mom from the airport. She had flown to Arizona for his brother's law school graduation (the reason for the trip to Disneyland - to celebrate - in the first place) and was coming home. We headed out a bit early and planned to pick up some coffee when we got to the airport before his mom's flight came in.
On the way home, I was feeling slightly nauseous. We stopped at Denny's for a late-night meal and nothing sounded good. I forced myself to eat a BLT thinking that maybe it was just because my stomach was empty and I had only the coffee. I felt better after eating so I thought nothing of it. Sunday morning I woke up nauseous again and thought that I was coming down with the stomach bug that my sister-in-law and brother-in-law had on the trip. We had just a quiet day at home with a lot of rest, hoping that it would go away. On Monday, Justin and I went to go grocery shopping. He offered to stop for coffee, but it just didn't sound good, so we didn't. Tuesday morning Justin got up an made coffee like normal, but when I came downstairs to get my lunch ready for work, the smell made me nauseous. All I could do was turn off the coffee pot and walk away. Tuesday morning he asked me if he should even bother...to which the answer was "no". All the time, this nausea was not going away. I was having to force myself to eat because if I didn't it got worse. However, the thought of food was making me nauseous, too. 6 of one, half dozen of the other. We were beginning to get suspicious...and hopeful. I was trying not to get too excited, though, because of the last time(s) we thought I was pregnant.
By Thursday, I was really sick. I came home from work and forced myself to eat a small dinner. It made me feel quite a bit better, and I even got hungry again a bit later, so I ate an apple...ALL of which came back up again about 10 minutes later. At this point it's about 9:15 at night. Justin is sleeping, but woken up by my gastrointestinal pyrotechnics. He asked if I was okay...then told me I should pick up a pregnancy test on my way home.
Friday at work one of my co-workers asked me how I was feeling (I wasn't looking too hot). When I told her I had been puking the night before she smiled and asked me, "Are you pregnant?" I told her I wasn't sure, and that we were going to take a test that evening. I picked up a test on my way home after depositing Justin's paycheck in the bank. Justin was already home waiting for me. We took a deep breath and headed upstairs for the life-changing moment that was ahead of us...
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