More fun
The whole pregnancy thing is getting more fun. I am assured it will not last, it is just the "second trimester boost" that most women experience. I am going to savor it for all it is worth.
At 9 weeks, we got to hear the heartbeat. We were surprised - we knew it would be soon that we could, but we really were not expecting it. At the end of my appointment, the doc got out his doppler thing and was like so, let's see. He found it right away, and I have to admit, I could not stop smiling. It was such a relief to have confirmation that feeling so sick was actually making something real!
Like I said, I started feeling better pretty soon after that particular visit, and I have been on the up-and-up since. Sounds like I have been lucky. I recently found out that one of my co-workers is about 2 weeks ahead of me, and she is still (at 15 weeks) feeling pretty icky and not interested in food and spending most of the day nauseated. Meanwhile, I am finally starting to feel like me again.
A modified me, however.
One thing I have noticed, especially in the past week, is that I have a low tolerance for stupidity. Take two posts ago, ranting about my foul-mouthed co-worker. Would I be that upset if I was not pregnant? It is not like this is new behavior from him... but it is certainly a new reaction from me.
I am also more road-ragey. I get angrier when people cut me off or are driving all over the road or just being dumb in general.
I am hoping this is not the start of me turning into a raging you-know-what!
Fortunately, I still have the presence of mind to realize that unfamiliar hormones are wreaking havoc on my body, so when I start wanting to go for the throat, I am cognizant enough to take a step back, breathe, and know that that is not how a truly feel.
At least... most of the time. :)
On Monday, we had our first ultrasound. I accidentally spent the morning freaking myself out by creating a lesson on genetic disorders for my students, which gave me such huge butterflies, I had to call in support from my mom, Les, and Jon. They reassured me that I am silly for being worried... and it really is what it is. If there was a chromosomal abnormality, it would be there from the beginning, and there was nothing I could do or change at 12.5 weeks.
So, we went to the appointment, and it was really cool.
I honestly had no idea how much that little thing moves around. It looked like it had the hiccups, actually, and it kept straightening out. Good news - two arms, two legs, two halves of the brain, and a wicked strong heart. Also, my nuchal translucency came back in normal parameters so far. That means that I am not at a higher risk (again, so far) for the baby having Down's or a neural tube deformity. Yay!
It was measuring at 63 mm, which was consistent with it being conceived on November 18th. So, I am all set to be due on August 10th, the date of the Project Philly Concert. Guess we will not be singing this summer!
Since the ultrasound, we have started to tell people, which has been fun. Part of me wants to just never put it on facebook - telling people in real life is just way too cool.
After the appointment, we stopped by my mom's work to show her the ultrasound pictures. She started making a big hullabaloo and her officemates came in to congratulate us. She then called my aunt Pat, who proceeded to start BAWLING and tell us how excited she is. She is the only "sister" with grandkids, so I think she is really excited to share this experience with my mom. Pat asked when I was due, and I said August, and her first words were, "That does not leave us that much time to shop!" She has already called my mom several times with various grandmotherly advice. It is fun. :)
We talked to my JoAnn... my mom had just sent her the ultrasound picture with no explanation. She was thrilled as well! Later, we talked to my cousin Pam who says she is very excited to be "an aunt"! She scolded me though because when we saw her mid-December, we had know at that point, but no one else knew. We then talked constipation woes.... its fun to have such an open family. Ha!
We then proceeded to make several phone calls to friends to let them know the scoop. Some people "knew" because, really, we never call people, so I guess it was obvious. I think the sharing part has gotten us more excited about the whole prospect. People seem WAY more excited than us.... :) So that spurs us on to get more excited. :) It is also a huge blessing to see how happy people are for us. I mean, you expect a good reaction, but it has been really cool to see the genuine love and caring that people have for us. Maybe it is one of those things people take for granted, or maybe we never fully thought about it before, but we are so lucky to have people in our lives who support us.
So... things are good. As I said, feeling much better, much happier.... and, thank the Lord, I am HUNGRY again. It is so nice to want to eat! Now, of course, I need to eat. If I do not get something in my belly at least every 3 or 4 hours, I pay for it.
The oddest thing so far is that while I have not actually gained weight, my weight is definitely shifting. My belly has gotten hard and it is poking out more than it ever has before. I guess I never realized how skinny my stomach was until I started looking down and was unable to see anything besides belly. My breasts are getting bigger too (a fact that my pervy uncle was "worried" about when my mom told him I am pregnant). Overall, it should be an interesting ride... watching my body morph into something unfamiliar has been pretty fascinating thus far.
Thankfully, I have also been really chill about it. No, I am not reading any books. No, I am not reading any blogs. No, I am not freaking out! I refuse to get myself worked up over what might happen or what might not happen. I am solidly committed to positive thinking and the belief that if God allowed me to get pregnant, then He also must have made sure my body is capable of doing what it is supposed to do - support a life. I know it is not going to be pretty the whole time, but if making a life were easy, it would take the mystery and joy out of it.
At 9 weeks, we got to hear the heartbeat. We were surprised - we knew it would be soon that we could, but we really were not expecting it. At the end of my appointment, the doc got out his doppler thing and was like so, let's see. He found it right away, and I have to admit, I could not stop smiling. It was such a relief to have confirmation that feeling so sick was actually making something real!
Like I said, I started feeling better pretty soon after that particular visit, and I have been on the up-and-up since. Sounds like I have been lucky. I recently found out that one of my co-workers is about 2 weeks ahead of me, and she is still (at 15 weeks) feeling pretty icky and not interested in food and spending most of the day nauseated. Meanwhile, I am finally starting to feel like me again.
A modified me, however.
One thing I have noticed, especially in the past week, is that I have a low tolerance for stupidity. Take two posts ago, ranting about my foul-mouthed co-worker. Would I be that upset if I was not pregnant? It is not like this is new behavior from him... but it is certainly a new reaction from me.
I am also more road-ragey. I get angrier when people cut me off or are driving all over the road or just being dumb in general.
I am hoping this is not the start of me turning into a raging you-know-what!
Fortunately, I still have the presence of mind to realize that unfamiliar hormones are wreaking havoc on my body, so when I start wanting to go for the throat, I am cognizant enough to take a step back, breathe, and know that that is not how a truly feel.
At least... most of the time. :)
On Monday, we had our first ultrasound. I accidentally spent the morning freaking myself out by creating a lesson on genetic disorders for my students, which gave me such huge butterflies, I had to call in support from my mom, Les, and Jon. They reassured me that I am silly for being worried... and it really is what it is. If there was a chromosomal abnormality, it would be there from the beginning, and there was nothing I could do or change at 12.5 weeks.
So, we went to the appointment, and it was really cool.
I honestly had no idea how much that little thing moves around. It looked like it had the hiccups, actually, and it kept straightening out. Good news - two arms, two legs, two halves of the brain, and a wicked strong heart. Also, my nuchal translucency came back in normal parameters so far. That means that I am not at a higher risk (again, so far) for the baby having Down's or a neural tube deformity. Yay!
It was measuring at 63 mm, which was consistent with it being conceived on November 18th. So, I am all set to be due on August 10th, the date of the Project Philly Concert. Guess we will not be singing this summer!
Since the ultrasound, we have started to tell people, which has been fun. Part of me wants to just never put it on facebook - telling people in real life is just way too cool.
After the appointment, we stopped by my mom's work to show her the ultrasound pictures. She started making a big hullabaloo and her officemates came in to congratulate us. She then called my aunt Pat, who proceeded to start BAWLING and tell us how excited she is. She is the only "sister" with grandkids, so I think she is really excited to share this experience with my mom. Pat asked when I was due, and I said August, and her first words were, "That does not leave us that much time to shop!" She has already called my mom several times with various grandmotherly advice. It is fun. :)
We talked to my JoAnn... my mom had just sent her the ultrasound picture with no explanation. She was thrilled as well! Later, we talked to my cousin Pam who says she is very excited to be "an aunt"! She scolded me though because when we saw her mid-December, we had know at that point, but no one else knew. We then talked constipation woes.... its fun to have such an open family. Ha!
We then proceeded to make several phone calls to friends to let them know the scoop. Some people "knew" because, really, we never call people, so I guess it was obvious. I think the sharing part has gotten us more excited about the whole prospect. People seem WAY more excited than us.... :) So that spurs us on to get more excited. :) It is also a huge blessing to see how happy people are for us. I mean, you expect a good reaction, but it has been really cool to see the genuine love and caring that people have for us. Maybe it is one of those things people take for granted, or maybe we never fully thought about it before, but we are so lucky to have people in our lives who support us.
So... things are good. As I said, feeling much better, much happier.... and, thank the Lord, I am HUNGRY again. It is so nice to want to eat! Now, of course, I need to eat. If I do not get something in my belly at least every 3 or 4 hours, I pay for it.
The oddest thing so far is that while I have not actually gained weight, my weight is definitely shifting. My belly has gotten hard and it is poking out more than it ever has before. I guess I never realized how skinny my stomach was until I started looking down and was unable to see anything besides belly. My breasts are getting bigger too (a fact that my pervy uncle was "worried" about when my mom told him I am pregnant). Overall, it should be an interesting ride... watching my body morph into something unfamiliar has been pretty fascinating thus far.
Thankfully, I have also been really chill about it. No, I am not reading any books. No, I am not reading any blogs. No, I am not freaking out! I refuse to get myself worked up over what might happen or what might not happen. I am solidly committed to positive thinking and the belief that if God allowed me to get pregnant, then He also must have made sure my body is capable of doing what it is supposed to do - support a life. I know it is not going to be pretty the whole time, but if making a life were easy, it would take the mystery and joy out of it.
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