- Arrived at the correct time for my checkup.
- I lost a pound, which is okay since I gained too much the first time.
- The baby’s heartrate is significantly slower (to be expected in the 2nd trimester), so there goes the gender by heartrate theory.
- They let the student nurse attempt to draw my blood.
- Notice I said attempt.
- After two tries, she gave up to let the nurse finish the job.
- The nurse had a bit of trouble too. Apparently the first vein just suddenly stopped producing blood after 1/2 a vial.
- She switched arms (again) and filled all 6, leaving me looking like a drug addict.
- I have an ultrasound scheduled in 4 weeks.
- This one should tell us if we can change this blog skin to another color.
- November is still forever away.
I showed up for my doctor’s appointment today—about 24 hours early! When I realized I had the day wrong I knew we had a problem. Tomorrow is Stacia’s last day of school, which brings afternoon parties and early dismissal. The receptionist cancelled the appointment and rescheduled me like she does it every day. Then I realized, with the idiocy pregnancy brings on, she probably does!
I had some watermelon a few weeks ago. It was not great melon—pink, hard, not very juicy—but I could not get enough! I called my dad—official supplier of watermelon—to get some good stuff. None. The local season hasn’t started yet and they don’t have anything in the warehouse. Never fear! Grandpa to the rescue!
My grandfather had a Georgia melon transported up last week just for him. He promised to send a slice with my dad. If you knew Papaw, you would now what a total sacrifice this would be. I was expecting a small sliver, just a bit to curb my craving. I got the biggiest, juciest, best-tasting slice of watermelon you’ve ever seen! It was so good, I’ve had to control myself to make it last. I can’t wait until the Indiana season starts. I don’t take advantage of the free produce much, but I’ll make up for lost time this summer!
I’ve also been craving tomato-based products—chili, coneys, BLTs. The only thing the two fruits really have in common is lycopene. I didn’t think you could crave a pigment, but at least this baby should never have to worry about cancer. I’ve got your antioxidants right here!
There’s not much to write about here right now. It’s pretty much all puking all the time, and who wants to hear about that every day. There is something on our 2nd floor that makes me gag, but no one else can smell it. I can crave something like crazy one day, and it will make me throw up the next. Take apples, for example. I have been craving green apples and eating them every day. Then one day, I suddenly started throwing up every apple I eat. Yet, I still want the apples. Makes no sense.
I guess it’s a good thing the girls keep eating all my apples. If making me sick doesn’t keep me away from apples, not having any sure will.
There’s nothing like waking up to a period when you’re already pregnant. I called my doctor and she thought it was light enough that nothing was wrong. She ordered bed rest for the day and an ultrasound on Monday. The ultrasound showed nothing wrong. Baby’s heartbeat is strong. I’m not quite as far along as we thought though. The ultrasound tech says at this stage babies grow at a consistent rate so the measurments are highly accurate.
She says I’m only 7 weeks so no possibility for placenta previa, since the placenta doesn’t even develop until 9 weeks. That would have been an obvious reason for the bleeding, and one I’ve dealt with before. My doctor thinks it was just one of those things and probably means nothing. I hate not having an answer. She kept my originally scheduled ultrasound in a few weeks though so we can keep a close eye. I’m supposed to take it pretty easy, but nothing as far as bedrest.
Like I needed an excuse to sit around and do nothing. It’s basically the only thing I can do to keep from throwing up. So glad that gets to last 2 weeks longer now. This pregnancy is going to last forever. I guess I’m technically not looking at any longer for the rest of it since I’ll be induced about 2 weeks early anyway. My first was nearly 10 pounds and right on time. The next time around I was induced 10 days early and she was still nearly 9 pounds. They’ll be keeping close tabs on this one’s size, along with everything else.
I had an ultrasound today. Turns out I’m not as far along as we thought—by 2 whole weeks. Nothing like stretching out the morning sickness.
I went to my cousin’s wedding this weekend. It was a lot of fun, though I didn’t have nearly as much fun as my sis! Let’s just say she had a little bit to drink and leave it at that.
Subway no longer carries their BBQ Chicken sandwich. I know this because I checked 6 different ones today on my way back to town. Someone needs to tell Baby to pick a new craving.
Hubby is still sick. With both of us feeling lousy, things are starting to pile up something fierce. He’s going to have to stay home from work just because there are no clean clothes in the house.
I’ve got no clothes, period. I should not need maternity clothes this early, which is why I had let my best friend borrow them. Even when I found out I was pregnant, I thought I’d be good until she delivered next month. Not so much.
The kids stayed with my parents. They’ll be back tomorrow night. Since I’ll get to sleep in tomorrow, I’m hoping I’ll feel up to posting something a little more coherent then.
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Why do they call it morning sickness?
I had been noticing a severe lack of nausea with this pregnancy. With my other two I pretty much threw up nonstop for 4 months. This time around? Nothing. It was starting to freak me out. Well, never fear ladies and gentlemen. Morning sickness is upon us. Sort of.
I’m still not puking, thank goodness, but I don’t think the constant nausea and random gagging are much better. If I’m not eating or sleeping, I feel like puking. Only I don’t. I just gag. We’re having loads of fun, baby and me.
So you know the solution to this problem, right? Just eat. All. Day. Long. Only I’m not one to nibble on saltine crackers day and night. No siree. I’ll have a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, please. Oh, and could you pass the chicken livers?
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Duh!
It amazes me all the little things I should have noticed before I peed on a stick. There was always something else that could explain it away, until it dawned on me one evening that there was an awful lot adding up.
The biggest one was how incredibly exhausted I am. All. The. Time. At first I thought it was because I’d been sick, but it was getting so extreme that I couldn’t make it through a day without at least one nap, sometimes two.
I don’t know how I thought my toddler just suddenly started hitting me in the boobs to the point of pain. It should have dawned on me long before now that they were just more tender than usual.
Then, of course, there’s the cravings. You would think the night I drove to two KFCs and three grocery stores looking for chicken livers, I would have known something was up. I chalked it up to an iron deficiency, which I’m sure it partially is. Yet that doesn’t explain the 4 times I forced my family to eat Pizza Hut because I wanted a Deep Dish Meat Lovers. PepsiCo sure is going to make money off me this year!
Now that the secret is out, baby has decided to make an appearance. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t pregnant if I tried. I’ll be in maternity clothes before I even have my first doctor’s appointment!
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