Remember how I had mentioned that there has been a lot going on over here? Well, here is one of those reasons. We got a baby on the way!
I am currently in my 15th week and am due January 27th. When we first found out, Hubby and I only told our parents. Then when I hit 12 weeks, we announced it to the rest of our family and friends. Those of you who have large families like I do, know that this is no easy task. However, because of some early complications (that I will get into further detail about later on), I really wanted to wait before we said anything. I probably would have waited even longer but I am already starting to show and it was beginning to get awkward. Also, Hubby is so ecstatic he really wouldn't have been able to contain his excitement any longer no matter how hard he tried. Bless his heart.
Another one who was ready to announce it to the world is Punkin. We were actually going to wait until we were in the clear and sure everything was okay before we told her but because of an emergency doctor appointment I had to go to, we had to bring her with us. I gave her my phone hoping her endless amount of games and activities would keep her busy (and oblivious to what was going on) but as soon as she heard the doctor say, "there's the baby", her ears perked up the same way a dog perks his ears when he hears the word "walk". With a huge grin she says, "THERE'S A BABY??? MOMMY, YOU'RE HAVING A BABY!?", as she is practically jumping out of her seat. Now since she has been asking Santa, the Easter bunny, God and pretty much anyone else who she thinks might be able to grant her wish for a baby sister, she of course asked the doctor very seriously, "that's my sister in there, right?". The doctor told her, "well it's either your sister or your baby brother", to which Punkin sternly replied, "no, it's my sister". She constantly tells people that she has enough brothers (she has a step-brother and a half-brother) and that she really wants a little sister. I told her that the baby will be whatever God thinks we should have. She only told one other person about the pregnancy and felt really bad about it. I told her it was okay and I know that she's excited and that we just wanted to wait to make sure everything was okay with the baby before we told anyone else. And as hard as it was for her, she didn't say anything to anyone else. I was so proud of her. Now that I told her that it was okay she's been announcing it everywhere, including letting the check-out guy at the store know that I needed very healthy food and snacks for the baby in my tummy. Bless her heart.
Now about this pregnancy...I would just like to say that it is completely different from my pregnancy with Punkin. My first pregnancy was easy. I had no symptoms. I didn't even know I was pregnant until I was almost 3 months along (I even still continued to have a menstrual cycle, although it was somewhat abnormal). In fact, I was so sure that I was not pregnant, that I even had surgery to get my wisdom teeth removed. Which of course I worried about later only to be told that it did not affect the baby. The only time I remember getting nauseous is if I went a long stretch without eating anything. And the only time I had any problems was at the end which I think had to do a lot with the fact that I worked (in a classroom with 18 non-potty-trained-always-sick 2 year-olds) until I was in my 9th month of pregnancy. I might have just pushed that one a little too far. I also didn't even start to show until I was about or almost 6 months along. So for the most part things were good. I wish I could say the same for this time around. In addition to the complications I had mentioned earlier, I have had every single symptom ever written anywhere for pregnant women.
I now firmly believe that the people who wrote all of those expecting books have no idea what they are talking about. Who came up with "morning sickness", anyway? I think "morning, afternoon and night sickness" is a much better and realistic description. For 3 months, I was in a very serious and committed relationship with saltine crackers and ginger ale. And I found the best time to rest on the bathroom floor from the frequent vomiting was about 1am-2am. And the fatigue, oh the fatigue! I had ZERO energy. It didn't help that I wasn't telling anyone so it was very hard to hide the pain and the not feeling good all of the time. Not to mention, the people who did pick up on the fact that I was constantly in a state of wanting to puke, probably thought I had some weird disease and only pretended to be supportive but were really scared of getting the disease themselves. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm very relieved that we decided to finally come out with the news.
So I was counting down the days until the first trimester was over. Again, because...you know, everything I read said that all of the symptoms would start to subside by the 12th week. Wrong again. In fact, it got even better! The times that I don't feel super nauseous or like I spent the whole week on a strict diet of Jack Daniels (I don't actually drink while I'm pregnant for those of you who were confused by that last comment), I get incredibly bad heartburn and acid reflux. It's so bad in fact, that all I have to do is lean over and I begin violently vomiting and I look like something out of a horror movie. The only difference now that I am in my second trimester is that my boobs aren't hurting as much and now I only get up one time in the middle of the night to pee, instead of 5. Although I'm looking forward to that changing again in the last trimester when I have a baby sitting on my bladder every hour of every day. Oh, and I would just like to throw out there that I am not a big crier. I can probably count the number of times I really cried in my life and those were all because of real-life tragedies. However, the other day I was trying to relax and watch a little television when some mortgage commercial came on and I began weeping uncontrollably. Hubby was very scared. Luckily, he's more sentimental than me in general so he gets it. But it doesn't end there. Songs, commercials, movies, random conversations...at any moment any of them can put me into sobbing frenzy. I am not a fan of this.
So I have officially become a cliche. I am now one of those pregnant women that I thought was ridiculous and just looking for attention while I was experiencing my first symptom-free, easy-breezy pregnancy. To all of you women who have had horrible symptom pregnancies, I apologize. I apologize, deeply. And I can now say that I honestly know what you had to go through. Hopefully I start to feel better soon. It would be a hundred times worse if it weren't for the hubby. I don't know what I would do without him. The poor guy already works 10-hour shifts every day then also goes to school full-time and now he's been picking up the slack for me by doing laundry and making all the meals. Yes, even cooking dinner! The man is amazing and I'm very blessed.
So thank you to all of you for your continued support and thoughts and prayers. We are very excited. We are also hoping to find out if we're having a boy or a girl at the next appointment so that will be amazing. I left a lot of the T.M.I details out to keep all of you from getting ill yourselves but wanted to be honest and it definitely feels a lot better now that people know what's going on and I can share stories and experiences with other mommies and mommies-to-be out there! I will continue to keep you all updated, though I still have a lot of other posts that I would like to get posted (recipes, punkin updates etc.). Have a great Monday!