So I really need to get posting (blogging, journaling, whatever) about this pregnancy. I thought I'd do it on my family blog, but decided to make a new, special one just for this topic. I don't know yet if I'll publicize it or not. I'm not really sure it's actually that interesting to anyone but me. But for posterity's sake, I really need to journal.
So, from the beginning. We'd been trying since PJ's vasectomy reveral on January 6 (well, 2 weeks after that). We hadn't had much luck, but had been told it could take 6 months or more to be successful - we weren't to worry until at least then.
We remodeled the kitchen the first couple weeks of May, which was the most insanely stressful thing I've ever been through, and I was doubting I'd even ovulate with all the stress. Then I got an infection the very day I was scheduled to ovulate, so I was absolutely certain we'd missed that month, too.
Well, come early June and I'm 1 day late, then 2. I take yet another test, hoping against hope, and there it is - success!!
With what happened last time, and the fact that I'd been taking medicine for my infection, I decide to call my midwife's office and let them know. The nurse sort of laughs at me when she asks how far along I am and I answer, "A minute and a half." Then she checks the wheel, finds out I'm 4 1/2 weeks, and says, "yeah, you are about a minute and a half pregnant." Anyway, they assure me everything should be fine and schedule me to come in on June 30, when I'll be 1 day shy of 9 weeks - the exact same timing for my first appointment with the last pregnancy. Eek!
So now for the symptoms: from the get go, my boobs were really sore and I was super tired. Then I moved on pretty quickly to feeling very nauseated much of the time. And a new fun thing this time - I was super sensitive to smells. I felt much like an animal - I could smell all the scents in a room all at the same time. It was horrible. I couldn't stand the dog to be around me, I had a hard time being in groups of people, I could smell every little thing around me, and it all made me sick. That was really fun.
My "morning sickness" has been primarily in the evening. I wake up feeling pretty good, but by about 3 pm, it all starts going to crap. And by the kids' bedtime, I'm completely useless. In the last couple of days, it's stopped being the whole evening and is primarily just from 7-9 pm. That's good, right?
Worst so far (besides the smells)? The gas. I can remember having gas pains with the other pregnancies, but not this early, this consistent, or this painful! Almost from the very beginning, by nighttime, my stomach would be hard and extremely painful, with bubbles gurgling through my guts, but never resolving or offering me relief. This has gradually gotten better, but it's still there.
So, here we are at 11 weeks, 4 days. I've heard the heartbeat twice, have seen the little bugger squirming around, and am hopeful for a good outcome this time.
So, from the beginning. We'd been trying since PJ's vasectomy reveral on January 6 (well, 2 weeks after that). We hadn't had much luck, but had been told it could take 6 months or more to be successful - we weren't to worry until at least then.
We remodeled the kitchen the first couple weeks of May, which was the most insanely stressful thing I've ever been through, and I was doubting I'd even ovulate with all the stress. Then I got an infection the very day I was scheduled to ovulate, so I was absolutely certain we'd missed that month, too.
Well, come early June and I'm 1 day late, then 2. I take yet another test, hoping against hope, and there it is - success!!
With what happened last time, and the fact that I'd been taking medicine for my infection, I decide to call my midwife's office and let them know. The nurse sort of laughs at me when she asks how far along I am and I answer, "A minute and a half." Then she checks the wheel, finds out I'm 4 1/2 weeks, and says, "yeah, you are about a minute and a half pregnant." Anyway, they assure me everything should be fine and schedule me to come in on June 30, when I'll be 1 day shy of 9 weeks - the exact same timing for my first appointment with the last pregnancy. Eek!
So now for the symptoms: from the get go, my boobs were really sore and I was super tired. Then I moved on pretty quickly to feeling very nauseated much of the time. And a new fun thing this time - I was super sensitive to smells. I felt much like an animal - I could smell all the scents in a room all at the same time. It was horrible. I couldn't stand the dog to be around me, I had a hard time being in groups of people, I could smell every little thing around me, and it all made me sick. That was really fun.
My "morning sickness" has been primarily in the evening. I wake up feeling pretty good, but by about 3 pm, it all starts going to crap. And by the kids' bedtime, I'm completely useless. In the last couple of days, it's stopped being the whole evening and is primarily just from 7-9 pm. That's good, right?
Worst so far (besides the smells)? The gas. I can remember having gas pains with the other pregnancies, but not this early, this consistent, or this painful! Almost from the very beginning, by nighttime, my stomach would be hard and extremely painful, with bubbles gurgling through my guts, but never resolving or offering me relief. This has gradually gotten better, but it's still there.
So, here we are at 11 weeks, 4 days. I've heard the heartbeat twice, have seen the little bugger squirming around, and am hopeful for a good outcome this time.
Beginning Measurements:
Waist: 26.5"
3" down: 33.5"
Hips: 39"
Weight: 132 lbs.
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