Let's play some catch up from the past several weeks. We're currently 13.5 weeks along and in the beginning of the second trimester. Here's the run down of how it all happened. Get your pervy minds out of the gutters folks, I'm, hoping you all know how it happened. The "it" I'm referring to is the past two months or so. (I'm feeling extra chatty, so be prepared to read a novella on the topic)
Week 7 and by 7 I mean 6 (but I'll get to that)
"Holy sh*t.............Holy sh*t!"
Yup, those were my ever so classy first words when I saw the 2 pink lines on the pregnancy test on Monday (April 16th). Future Mom of the Year here. Whoa. Mom? Let's back up a bit.
So about a year or so ago I started to get the itch. The baby itch. Suddenly all the chubby little baby faces I would see while out and about turned from something I would go out of my way to avoid, into something that I would lean over to peek at. Matt noticed. Like right away. And it gave him heart palpitations. Suddenly a few friends were pregnant and having babies and I had regular access to those babies...and I loved them. I wanted to buy them presents and play with them and maybe steal them. And it freaked me out a bit. And it freaked Matt out a lot.
So, I poked and prodded and would bring up maaaaybe trying to have a baby. Like all the time. And Matt was not on board. And then I would tell him all the cute things our friend's babies had done. And Matt was not on board. So, I decided to stop pestering. And to try to let this idea grow on its own in Matt's handsome head. I knew he would come around eventually and I didn't want him to agree to anything unless he was really for it....Instead of just saying yes to shut me up.
And then in January, while on vacation in Hawaii, Matt suddenly came around. And suddenly we were trying, but not trying, but trying (you know how that goes). And let me tell you, that was the longest month of waiting EVER. I knew 3 friends that had gotten knocked up in the first month of trying, and that sounds nice and easy, right? I had very high expectations for that first test and then...it was negative, and it crushed me. I knew I needed to relax and just let things happen, but for some reason I had a very strong feeling that it would take Matt and I long time. No idea why, but I just did.
So I relaxed for once in my life and when February came around, well I made sure I didn't rush into any test taking. Which was good, because the period showed up again. But this time I took it in stride. It would take some patience and hard work, because something as important as this would be worth it....and let's be honest....it's not really work anyway, am I right? Raaar :)
Anyway, fast forward to Mid April. I thought I had gotten my end of March monthly visit (because my body has always been a bit erratic and unpredictable when it comes to womanly ways), but then suddenly by boobs were KILLING me, like all day everyday. But, again, my body had always been erratic and my boobs hurting wasn't new news (hey, maybe they were finally growing). Then I had a girls night and woke up feeling.....funny. Like kind of hung over, but I hadn't drank very much the night before (but hardly drink at all anymore, so feeling off wasn't too much of a surprise). Well, for the rest of the day my stomach felt kind of sick feeling, but I could have just been tired.
Then Sunday morning I woke up and felt funny in the tummy too, but I persevered and picked up McDonald's breakfast for me and Matt....and then felt awful (which isn't really unusual after McDonald's I guess) most of the morning and afternoon.
Monday morning (April 16th) I woke up at 3:30am for work, after not having slept very well because every time I tried to roll over onto my stomach (my normal sleeping position), I felt nauseous. I went straight into the bathroom and pulled a prego test from under the sink and took it. A "+" meant pregnant and a "-" meant not. And it was a very bold - and a verrrrry faint cross through it. According to the directions, this equaled a positive test. BUT with the line being so faint, I honestly figured it was a fluke. Because I had been spotting for like 6 days. Which I figured was the monthly bill.
So, 45 mins into work, I have to run to the bathroom and puke. 30 mins after that same story. 30 mins after that, pukey puke again. At this point I felt like I was dying and maybe had food poisoning, so I went home from work, trying to convince myself it was the flu. But I stopped at the drugstore and picked up a different brand of test ( - means no, and = means pregnant), just to be sure. I got home, peed on the stick, let the dogs outside and went back up to look at the result.....
= (means pregnant)
"Holy shit." My heart started racing and I paced into the guestroom and turned and came back into the bathroom.
= (means pregnant!!) (Why is it shouting at me?!)
"Hoooly shit!" I think I did the pacing thing again....maybe twice more. And I immediately wanted to call Matt...and take a picture of the stick...not sure why that was my 2nd thought.
Matt called to see how I was feeling about 20 mins later...and I acted as calmly as I could on the phone. And the funny thing is, he even asked "Did you pee on a stick?" Which I then had to lie about, because I didn't want to tell him on the phone. When Matt got home that afternoon I tried to act as normal as possible, which I think I achieved (which me acting normal should have tipped Matt off that something was up to begin with). And then I went up to the bathroom where the tests were and "calmly" said, "Hey! Can you come up here a sec? There's something you should look at."
Which Matt replied, "Ughhh, can you show me down here? My foot hurts."
So I walked up to him and held out the tests, probably with a psychotically huge smile on my face. Matt stared at them for about 15 seconds and says, "What does that mean?"
"What do you think it means?" (Probably shrieking)
"You're pregnant?"
And then I can't remember what happened....I'm sure I did some come loud shrieking for a while and then Matt looked a bit like he was going to pass out or have a heart attack. It felt surreal.
The next morning I called the Dr, kind of not believing the tests were telling the truth. We had a 9 week appointment set up in two weeks (thinking we were at 7 weeks when we found out).
Week 8 and by 8 I mean 7
Lots of morning sickness...lasting from when I got up at 3:30 and lasting until about 10:00am when I normally take my break. My appetite decreased a ton and I only wanted super bland foods like bread and pasta. Felt alright in the afternoon and then had another bout of "morning" sickness when I went to bed.
Week 9 and by 9 I mean 8 (I'll finally get to that now)
At the first appointment we found out there was indeed only one little peanut in my shell (Hallelujah!) and we were actually only 7 weeks along, not 8.5 like we had thought (based on the size of the peanut)....Giving us a due date of December 11, 2012.
Long story short (since this is getting too long already) we went to the same clinic I normally go to for my annual girl appt and used the doctor my Nurse Practitioner recommended....and hated him. With a serious passion. He was creepy and unsupportive and made us super uncomfortable. So I made an appointment with a doctor a friend from work recommended, at a different clinic (which was actually a lot closer to our house) for a couple weeks later. (Which ends up being amazing...but we'll get to that).
The REAL week 9
See Week 7...and I also napped from 3-7pm almost everyday this week (and last) then woke up to eat dinner and go to bed.
Week 10
Sunday night I had some heavy spotting (please note that I had still been having light spotting up until this point, which the Doc assured me was normal for a lot of women), but suddenly it was BRIGHT red (sorry for the TMI) and A LOT more than usual. So, I waited until Monday morning, to see if it was a fluke...and I still had it. I called the Doctor (who I still hadn't met, our first appt with her wasn't until the following week). The nurse told me I should come in for an ultrasound, just to make sure everything was alright. They were all booked at my new clinic, but could get me in that same afternoon at another clinic. So Matt and I went in and had a normal over the stomach ultrasound and then had a huge surprise when the tech said she was going to do a vaginal ultrasound. Yeah, Matt and my faces were probably identical in "What the...what?" But though it was awkward and uncomfortable, we were able to see our little peanut in 3D, which was awesome.
Sorry, for the picture of a picture. He/She was only about 2 inches or so long here too...how crazy is that?! Hopefully he/she grows into that bobblehead a bit :)
Here's the other pic.
The typing/info on the picture is upside down because he/she was chillin' upside down at that moment. Then he/she flipped around for the 3D picture.
The bleeding turned out to be from a hematoma that a lot of women get when the sac/egg attaches to the uterine wall. It eventually goes away (aka spotting). And about 3 days after this appointment, any and all spotting was 100% gone for me.
Morning sickness/being tired was still going strong. I puked at work twice this week : / But we did make our first baby purchase! We found an almost new fancy umbrella stroller at a garage sale in town for $15.00 (originally $125). You can just flick your wrist and it pops open. We figure it will be good to keep in the car as he/she gets older and for travelling. We also picked up a bunch of barely used neutral clothes at another sale for like $3.00. And a counter top boat/tub for baby baths.
Week 11
Met our new Doctor and fell absolutely in love with her. She was super friendly and wanted to get to know us and made us both comfortable and laughed with us etc... She was and is awesome. She tried using the Doppler so we could hear the heartbeat, but of course it turns out that I have a very tilted uterus, which can make it hard to hear the heartbeat until later on in the pregnancy. So we were not able to hear it that day, but she did a quick ultrasound, just to make sure everything was ok, and it was. We got the see him/her all stretched out (arms and legs), then he/she tucked into a ball and then flung his/her legs and arms out again. Sososososo cool. :) We made our next 4 monthly appointments at the end of this one too. Our next one will be at the middle/end of June.
Week 12
Morning sickness was still going full force and lasting for about 6 hours every morning, and then for about an hour before/around bedtime. Tiredness seemed to be letting up a tiny bit. This was the last week of our first trimester already! Time seems to be flying by, yet dragging all at once. :)
~M, S, and Littlest Kendall
This is so exciting! I'm glad someone is blogging about it. You both will be so happy! I'm dying to have a wee one for myself but I have to wait just a little longer (ink has to dry on that marriage certificate). :)
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