Another middle-of-the-night post, thanks to RLS. I guess it's good cause otherwise I would never write! Or edit photos.
Last Monday, we had a major scare. I woke up in a panic and was annoyed at the nurse for not calling me back immediately. I became a first-time pregnant lady again. And it was not a pretty sight.
But at the end of the day, the doctor said I should be fine and luckily I had an appointment for Tuesday. At that appointment, Dr. Lameroux first listened for the heartbeat (and it was beating strong) and then he did an ultrasound and the little baby is doing great! We even got more pictures to add to our collection!
The baby definitely looks like a boy, but I still have this feeling that it's going to be a girl. Well, not so much of a feeling as much as remembering that I had a dream about a little girl who was supposed to be this baby. But thinking back on it, I don't think the baby looked a thing like us so who knows whose baby it was!
Thus far, the second trimester hasn't changed anything about how I feel but I'm expecting it to any day here. I would love to have more energy, not want to puke at the sound of certain foods, and not feel nauseated most evenings. But if I remember correctly, it will happen sometime soon ... I've just got to keep pressing forward!
I've already begun having the stretching pain on my abdomen. I'm pretty bummed because I don't remember it happening this early on last time but I'm also a bit bigger this time at this stage than last time. But on a happier note, this pregnancy is flying by and I'm loving it (the flying, not the pain)!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
week 11 day 6
I'm starting to show more and more. It's tough because I really wanted to make it to 20 weeks without telling people but I don't think I'll make it. I definitely have a pooch and it's not going away any time soon.
As I begin to tell a few more people at a time (mostly people who aren't going to make a big deal out of it if I go to the doctor in a few days and I get bad news), I am getting more excited! I'm going to be a mother of two ... how amazing is that?
As I begin to tell a few more people at a time (mostly people who aren't going to make a big deal out of it if I go to the doctor in a few days and I get bad news), I am getting more excited! I'm going to be a mother of two ... how amazing is that?
week 12 day 4
Why have I been up since 2 am? Oh yeah, because that nasty pregnancy RLS is back and it's back with a vengeance.
I'm exhausted most of the day on most days yet I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. In fact, when I went to sleep 6 hours ago, I knew it wouldn't last. I told myself that as soon as I woke up and didn't feel too tired, I had to get up and edit photos. Because if I don't do it during the middle of the night, I won't do it at all.
So it's over 2 1/2 hours later, I finished one batch of photos, read blogs, read the news, got upset at some lady who said that people should adopt within the states, not internationally, and now I'm blogging. I should finish more photos but I don't feel tired so I figure I'll do it in a little bit.
I honestly can't believe we've made it to 12 weeks already. This has flown by already which makes me nervous for the next 2 trimesters.
I tell Mike all the time how different this pregnancy is to the first. The first one, each day was slow and a little bit torturous. I was so excited to have a baby that I just couldn't wait for each day to pass. Now that I have a baby and a million other things going on in my life, I don't have time to count each day. In fact, whole days can pass without me remembering that I'm pregnant. Well, I guess that was more true for a few weeks ago. Now that I'm definitely starting to show, I've become more aware of who I'm around and whether I need to try to suck in or not. But it's getting more difficult to suck in.
Tuesday, tomorrow, is my next doctor's appointment. Hopefully everything is going well and if so, Mike and I may begin to tell people. But I'm pretty sure we won't. We're just going to let the awkward questions come rolling through ... because how awkward is it to ask someone if they're pregnant? Very awkward. Because what if they aren't? Then it's just offensive.
Anyway, I hope I can figure out a way to subside my RLS. With the first pregnancy, it was perfectly fine if I was awake most of the night because I usually didn't have anywhere to be the next day. I got my work done in the middle of the night and then would nap from 9 am - 2 pm. Unfortunately, I can no longer do that. Not with a little babes who needs tending.
Speaking of the babes, I'm really excited for her to have a little sibling. She loves babies. She will point them out to me, sometimes running up to them, and then do her little sign/motion, telling me how much she likes it. She's not to the stage where she's really nurturing to her stuffed animals, although she loves to tuck them in for naps, but I'm sure she'll get there ... and I'm excited!
I'm exhausted most of the day on most days yet I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. In fact, when I went to sleep 6 hours ago, I knew it wouldn't last. I told myself that as soon as I woke up and didn't feel too tired, I had to get up and edit photos. Because if I don't do it during the middle of the night, I won't do it at all.
So it's over 2 1/2 hours later, I finished one batch of photos, read blogs, read the news, got upset at some lady who said that people should adopt within the states, not internationally, and now I'm blogging. I should finish more photos but I don't feel tired so I figure I'll do it in a little bit.
I honestly can't believe we've made it to 12 weeks already. This has flown by already which makes me nervous for the next 2 trimesters.
I tell Mike all the time how different this pregnancy is to the first. The first one, each day was slow and a little bit torturous. I was so excited to have a baby that I just couldn't wait for each day to pass. Now that I have a baby and a million other things going on in my life, I don't have time to count each day. In fact, whole days can pass without me remembering that I'm pregnant. Well, I guess that was more true for a few weeks ago. Now that I'm definitely starting to show, I've become more aware of who I'm around and whether I need to try to suck in or not. But it's getting more difficult to suck in.
Tuesday, tomorrow, is my next doctor's appointment. Hopefully everything is going well and if so, Mike and I may begin to tell people. But I'm pretty sure we won't. We're just going to let the awkward questions come rolling through ... because how awkward is it to ask someone if they're pregnant? Very awkward. Because what if they aren't? Then it's just offensive.
Anyway, I hope I can figure out a way to subside my RLS. With the first pregnancy, it was perfectly fine if I was awake most of the night because I usually didn't have anywhere to be the next day. I got my work done in the middle of the night and then would nap from 9 am - 2 pm. Unfortunately, I can no longer do that. Not with a little babes who needs tending.
Speaking of the babes, I'm really excited for her to have a little sibling. She loves babies. She will point them out to me, sometimes running up to them, and then do her little sign/motion, telling me how much she likes it. She's not to the stage where she's really nurturing to her stuffed animals, although she loves to tuck them in for naps, but I'm sure she'll get there ... and I'm excited!
Friday, October 14, 2011
week 11
Remember when I was good at blogging? My life has been so crazy busy that this blog gets the least attention ... well, I guess my photo blog gets the least least attention but this is a close second.
This pregnancy isn't anything like the last one. So when I went to my first doctor's appointment on September 23, I wasn't excited. I was nervous, scared, and terrified to know what speech a doctor has to give someone who doesn't have a living fetus. I kept hoping the number of people walking into the office to wait their turn would lessen because I didn't want to make anyone feel bad for me when I walked out crying.
For the first appointments, these group of doctors, well, the one doctor that is working with you for the day, sits down with you in their office, discusses the upcoming rest of the pregnancy, and then you get to go see your baby. We sat in the office and because the doctor didn't have any problems and issues to discuss with us because I'm healthy and I had a great previous pregnancy, he kept asking us if we had questions. We didn't. I just wanted to get on to the next part. Before he let us go to the next room, he asked if everything was okay. I said I was scared because this pregnancy feels so much different than the previous and he reassured me that was normal.
We walked over to the next room, I laid down on the bed thing, was warned that the "gel warmers" weren't working so the gel was going to be really cold (and boy was it cold!) and then he began the ultrasound. I held my breath as Mike, K, and Dr. Bean stared intensely at the screen. It probably had only been 5 seconds but it felt like minutes.
"Why isn't anyone talking?" I thought to myself. No one had any expressions or anything!
Finally Dr. Bean turned the monitor towards me and showed me the little heart beating away. It was just a little gummy bear with a quickly beating heart.
My due date is currently May 4, 2012 which is my grandma's birthday - kinda fun!
I just entered week 11 and it's been interesting to see how different this pregnancy is than the first. I'm exhausted, I feel nauseated (mostly in the late afternoons/evenings), and I'm 99% sure I'm going to throw up before bed (yet I never do). I can't stand the smell of anything fried or sauteed or anything else made on the stove. Our garbage always stinks, our house always smells funny, and the sight of K's plate at the end of the meal is the grossest thing I've seen all day, but yet I make it through most days just fine. I tell people that I think it's because I don't have time to be lazy like I could be during the last one. I have a million things to do each day so lying around just isn't an option. I wish I had time, but I don't. And that's okay with me. I'd much prefer to be busy and not remember that I don't feel well than lying around, soaking in my misery. Although, I wouldn't mind spending a weekend lying around on the couch, eating potato chips, and watching television shows.
This pregnancy isn't anything like the last one. So when I went to my first doctor's appointment on September 23, I wasn't excited. I was nervous, scared, and terrified to know what speech a doctor has to give someone who doesn't have a living fetus. I kept hoping the number of people walking into the office to wait their turn would lessen because I didn't want to make anyone feel bad for me when I walked out crying.
For the first appointments, these group of doctors, well, the one doctor that is working with you for the day, sits down with you in their office, discusses the upcoming rest of the pregnancy, and then you get to go see your baby. We sat in the office and because the doctor didn't have any problems and issues to discuss with us because I'm healthy and I had a great previous pregnancy, he kept asking us if we had questions. We didn't. I just wanted to get on to the next part. Before he let us go to the next room, he asked if everything was okay. I said I was scared because this pregnancy feels so much different than the previous and he reassured me that was normal.
We walked over to the next room, I laid down on the bed thing, was warned that the "gel warmers" weren't working so the gel was going to be really cold (and boy was it cold!) and then he began the ultrasound. I held my breath as Mike, K, and Dr. Bean stared intensely at the screen. It probably had only been 5 seconds but it felt like minutes.
"Why isn't anyone talking?" I thought to myself. No one had any expressions or anything!
Finally Dr. Bean turned the monitor towards me and showed me the little heart beating away. It was just a little gummy bear with a quickly beating heart.
My due date is currently May 4, 2012 which is my grandma's birthday - kinda fun!
I just entered week 11 and it's been interesting to see how different this pregnancy is than the first. I'm exhausted, I feel nauseated (mostly in the late afternoons/evenings), and I'm 99% sure I'm going to throw up before bed (yet I never do). I can't stand the smell of anything fried or sauteed or anything else made on the stove. Our garbage always stinks, our house always smells funny, and the sight of K's plate at the end of the meal is the grossest thing I've seen all day, but yet I make it through most days just fine. I tell people that I think it's because I don't have time to be lazy like I could be during the last one. I have a million things to do each day so lying around just isn't an option. I wish I had time, but I don't. And that's okay with me. I'd much prefer to be busy and not remember that I don't feel well than lying around, soaking in my misery. Although, I wouldn't mind spending a weekend lying around on the couch, eating potato chips, and watching television shows.
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