Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Psalm 139: For you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

I almost forgot how wonderful the sound of a beating heart heard from a Doppler was until today when Scott and I sat and listened to Baby Ferstle part dos and it's beautiful heartbeat pounding strongly at 164 bpm...

I started getting the "itch" for another baby shortly after Sean's first birthday.  My logic was I'm already in "baby mode" so we might as well complete our family, have them close in age, and get the whole breastfeeding, diapers, and baby toys out of the way.  It took Scott a little longer than me to warm up to this idea, but after a month of deliberating, he agreed it was the best time.  With the holidays approaching, it was difficult not to drink, but with the possibility of being pregnant I didn't want to risk it.  New Years Eve sober was kind of lame, but it paid off when I got my BFP (Big Fat Positive) a few days later.  Scott was at work since his break was over, Sean was at daycare for the first day in two weeks, and I had the day off to cook toddler food.  I tested when Scott got up to get ready for work, impatiently thought two minutes had passed with a negative result, and hurried up to go back to bed.  I woke up a few hours later, looked at the test from earlier that morning, and almost fainted when I saw two lines.  I knew the risk of an evaporation line from not reading the test within the time limit, so I quickly re-tested with both an internet cheapie and a digital and, again, almost fainted when two lines and the word "Pregnant" came up almost immediately.  I. Freaked. Out.  No one was home to share this with me!  I made a quick decision to call both Trisha and my mom to tell them.  The rest of the day was a blur as I cooked Sean's food, froze it, washed the dishes, and figured out how I was going to tell Scott.  Over the phone didn't seem quite right.  So, I waited until he came home from work, put Sean in a "Big Brother" onesie, tied the positive tests to Scott's favorite 6 pack of beer, and baked Cinnamon Rolls in the oven.  It was quite the surprise!




I started out at a new practice this time since we moved and it wasn't as smooth as I hoped it would be.  To be honest, I didn't feel comfortable and felt that I was still driving a ways to get to the hospital for delivery so I might as well drive all the way back to Royal Oak so I could use my old practice. Back at Somerset OB/GYN after starting this pregnancy in Ann Arbor, I feel so much more comfortable and relaxed. We had a confirmation ultrasound when I was 6 weeks 3 days and we saw the heartbeat! 

Since then I've been battling the exhaustion, which by the way is 10 times worse this time around since I'm running after a non-stop toddler.  He's Mr. Busy these days and I can hardly keep up.  I also was rudely introduced to morning sickness, or afternoon sickness in my case.  Not enough to make me throw up, it's there to nag me from lunch time until bedtime rearing it's ugly head the most around dinner time.  Needless to say, Scott and Sean have been extremely understanding when they come to find dinner is pancakes and eggs or poptarts for me.  It is still going strong and I'm hoping that as my first trimester comes to end, so do these symptoms.  Here's a few snapshots at the quickly growing bump...




With the confirmation from my doctor that it's completely normal to be showing as much as I am this early and the reassurance that I can attempt a VBAC, we breezed through my 10.5 week check-up today.  And my bump from today...a huge difference from last week in my opinion ( I didn't get to use the chalkboard since we were in San Antonio over the long weekend, but a mirror shot will do...):

Well, it's 8:30pm, my new bedtime.  So, I'm off to bed to rest up for another fun-filled day with hormonal teenagers.
Goodnight lil' prune...(the size of baby this week)

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