Oh Baby!

It’s been no secret that I’ve had a hard time with this pregnancy. It was a shock. This baby was not planned but I know “it” is meant to be. I want him/her so much now!

This pregnancy is completely different from my pregnancy with Livi. Basically, in comparison, I’m convinced that Livi miraculously appeared in month nine and was flown out of my womb by pink fluffy butterflies. I had next to no symptoms with Livi. That pregnancy was so easy. This one is not. I have had EVERY symptom in the book. Maybe that is because I’m having a boy, which is my prediction, or maybe that is because I am 4 years older and in my 30’s. Whatever the case, I’m thankful this is my last pregnancy!

* Warning * Honest and blunt symptoms of pregnancy in the next paragraph. * 
I figure every birth mother has to go through it so deal with it and read on!

I started out in April with shock, fear, and honestly, a little resentment. I was not ready for another baby or pregnancy. My boobs got bigger, were sore and now they’re even leaking a bit! Gross! I was tired ALL THE TIME, nauseous, gassy, moody (which is a nice way of saying I was a TOTAL bitch), and uncomfortable in my own skin. I got carpel tunnel in my hands in the first trimester, which happened when I was pregnant with Livi too but not until almost the third trimester. I was constipated the first month, then plagued with two months of the other extreme. Now my body likes to keep me guessing… Is it going to be a constipated day or a runs kind of day? Won’t know until I waddle to the bathroom! Fun! Fun! During the heat wave my ankles and feet swelled, although I think they are back to normal now. If this baby were sitting any lower I think it would be crowning. Getting kicked in the anus from the inside is a fabulous feeling. Sometimes the baby likes to block my bladder so I feel like I have to pee but can’t! Awesome. Also, since probably a couple of months in my abdominal muscles feel like they are being ripped apart, I’ve had to pee every half hour and sciatica has started plus my left hip is in agony some nights. I didn’t have any back pain with Livi, amazingly, despite my herniated disc. I’m scared that this is going to get worse with this pregnancy since I’m already having some pain. This is a HUGE concern. If my back goes out, I can’t function. Pray this doesn’t happen.

Pregnancy isn’t all bad. from about 17 weeks I’ve been feeling the baby kick and move. I think I actually felt it earlier than that but I was confused as to whether it was the baby or gas! Now, at 20 weeks I’m sure what is the baby and what isn’t. I think I can almost feel it kicking on from the outside too now! Hopefully Jon and the girls will be able to feel it soon! Livi keeps trying to hear the heartbeat and Sofie gives my belly kisses.

I’m starting to get excited to hold my baby and see the first smiles. I want to hold him/her and smell the top of its soft head. I’m excited to see Sofie give him kisses and Livi rock him to sleep. I’m excited to win the battle of breast feeding this time! I’m still quite terrified of how I will manage three children 4 years old and under. I know Livi will be a huge help to me but it is a careful line with that. I’m very conscious of trying not to put too much responsibility on her, although I’m realizing it is a natural progression of family dynamics for the oldest child. I am working extra hard to ensure it is her choice to help and not that she feels the responsibility on her shoulders.

I am half way through this pregnancy! On Friday I reached 20 weeks. We had my 20 week ultra sound today. I was really hoping to find out the gender but the lady said she couldn’t see… I don’t think she really looked. Oh well, I’ll find out in 3 weeks when I get to go for a 3D ultrasound! Livi was very excited to see the baby today! As far as I was told baby is looking good! 143 heart beats per minute and measuring at 21 weeks. I’ve only gained 2 pounds so far. I gained 15 with Livi but lost 5 pounds after Dad died at 37 weeks then ate lots of shortcake to gain a few pounds back! In the end I only gained 12 pounds and I think I’m pretty on target so far too!

 My prediction is a boy, born no later than January 5 (due Dec 30 from the 6 week dating ultra sound, 28th based on my cycle). I was a eight to twelve days over due with Livi depending on what due date you look at. And I predict a 10 pounder! Livi was 9 pounds almost 12 ounces. What are your predictions?

I’ve been cleared of gestational diabetes for now too! My original midwives referred me to a specialist who agreed with me! My numbers are high but not at the gestational diabetes stage! Stupid midwife! The specialist called it Impaired Glucose Tolerance. Basically borderline gestational diabetes. He wants me to do the regular 24 week glucose test when the glucose intolerance typically peaks. I’m so glad to have my own research validated by a specialist!

I switched midwife groups and returned to the practice that I was with for Livi’s birth. They have one doctor and four midwives now! I have opted to only see the midwives but do know the doctor since he is the one that was there for Livi’s birth. I’m very happy and confident with my decision. Although it means I can’t have a home birth in my home I could have it in the town the practice is in… at a friends or sisters house maybe? I actually think I’m leaning towards a hospital birth right now (still hopefully in the water) but I have a few more months to decide 🙂 Not sure how I’m going to survive the 20 minute drive to the next town, especially if I have back labor again. I will have a doula to help, who I haven’t met yet but I’ve heard fabulous things about! Jon’s aunt was our doula for Livi but she is an hour away now and we thought that was a bit far.

I think that’s everything so far! I’ll update you on the gender and the name as soon as we find out!

Supposed To Be Excited

So, I’m still having a bit of a hard time with this pregnancy thing. I had to tell my dentist I was pregnant today because he had to use some freezing. Him and the hygienist proceeded to talk about all the fun shopping I was going to get to do and how expensive the gear was. Meanwhile, I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t ready to hear all of that and be forced to think about it.

I know I’m supposed to be excited. A big, huge part of me really does feel so blessed. But, I’m a control freak. I don’t do well with such a huge upset to “the plan”. I’m annoyed that I have to be happy right now. I’m annoyed that I’m not excited yet. I will be happy, but I’m not right now. I’m annoyed. Why can’t that be okay?

I know fertility is a hard topic for some people. I have many friends who have struggled and continue to struggle with fertility issues. I can’t begin to understand the pain that goes along with wanting to feel a baby growing inside you and not being able to. But there is a flip side. Having an unplanned pregnancy can potentially be just as devastating. I’m not saying this is the case for me. I’m just wanting to put something in to perspective. Whether a pregnant woman chooses to keep, abort or put her baby up for adoption, her life is forever changed. Maybe being infertile is a blessing. An infertile mother may look at adoption as an option that they didn’t see before. Adopting a child doesn’t make her any less a mother. Maybe this is incredibly arrogant of me but I’m in an annoyed, hormonal, stressed state of mind. So have grace and maybe consider that infertility and an unplanned pregnancy are a little more similar than they first appear.

To add to my emotions relating to this pregnancy, there are a lot of unknowns with this pregnancy. I know the only possibility of getting pregnant last month was March 26th. Day 4 of my cycle. I understand that I didn’t conceive that day but best case scenario, I still would have had to ovulate at least ten days early. My midwife was dating me by my last period and seemed fine to leave it at that. Knowing I was further along than that, I went to my doctor to order a dating ultra sound. I was scared that my midwife might let me go 4 weeks over due if it came to that, and I didn’t want to be that kind of uncomfortable.

My doctor figures it is much more likely that the period I had was heavy spotting, or even miscarrying a twin, than a real period. It was a weird period, short with lots of spotting before and after. He figures I’m 11 weeks pregnant! How could I be almost done my first trimester and not even know it! I feel stupid. Unaware. I’ve put my baby in danger. This will be my last pregnancy and I missed a quarte of it!

There are things about being 11 weeks pregnant that makes sense to me and there are things about being 7 weeks pregnant that make sense. I’m confused. I won’t get any definite answers for three more weeks when the ultra sound is scheduled. I’m trying to get in to the hospital earlier but I still haven’t heard. My first midwife appointment isn’t for three and a half weeks. I think I’ll feel better about all this once I have some answers and I’ve connected with the midwife.

Give me another month… I’ll get there.

Pee Hills Pt. 2

More on those life changing pee hills I mentioned in my last post.

Photoshopped because not enough room for the writing … but you get the idea.

Just to make our life a little more interesting, right in the middle of our two days of house buying and selling we had our biggest “pee hill”. We found out we are pregnant.

Yup. Unexpectedly, blessedly, terrifyingly pregnant.

We had no idea. We were actively trying not to get pregnant. We weren’t even sure we wanted to be pregnant again. We knew we wanted another child, we just didn’t know how we wanted that child to come to us. Adopting from the foster system had been swimming around in our heads. I guess it was decided for us!

Although this has been quite the shock and I was having a hard few days with the idea, I am taking comfort in the fact that this really does feel meant to be and God-lead. Sunday we made an accepted offer and listed our house. Monday we found out we were pregnant and Tuesday we sold our house. I’m sure Jon would not have made an offer on the house if he knew we were pregnant.

The only reason we found out on the Monday was because I was sick with a sinus infection and went to the clinic for some antibiotics. I knew I was one day late and I hadn’t had any of the usual pre-menstrual spotting but I figured it was because of the stress and excitement of finding and buying a new house. I thought I’d just be extra responsible and get a quick test before the doctor put me on antibiotics, just to be safe.

As I walked in to the exam room I saw “PT poss” on the paper the nurse had hung on the door. It didn’t register with me at all. I remember thinking that was a weird short hand to say I wasn’t pregnant. I was in a bit of denial I think. Then BAM. The nurse says “yes, your pregnant”. I started hyperventilating and the nurse stared at me terrified she’d done something wrong. She thought I was expecting a yes and that I was a bright, fast yes on the test. I reassured her that it was a good thing but that I just wasn’t expecting it.

My head was swimming. I just sat in the room for a few minutes mumbling “holy shit” over and over.

While waiting for my meds I grabbed a Congrats card for the Daddy to be. I quickly wrote a silly note about  Jon getting to be snipped sooner than we thought. He actually took a full 60 seconds to register the card was talking about him. We are both shocked and still processing it but we are getting excited now.

So, knowing my conception date, I’m 7 weeks pregnant. I was only on day 4 of my cycle when I got pregnant! I still had my period that morning. I ovulated two weeks early. We had been using this rhythm method with “capping” it for birth control for 6 years. I am very regular… or at least was… and we thought we had this whole birth control thing in the bag. Apparently, your body changes as you get closer to 30 though! Oops. I’m  only 5 weeks pregnant based on my last period but I know when we conceived. Not sure if we are going to do a dating ultrasound or not. I doubt it. Either way I figure I’m due around Christmas.

I still have mixed feelings. Of course I am so excited to be blessed to bring new life in to this world again. I can’t wait to feel baby kick inside me and see who he or she grows to become, but I feel guilty. So many children have already been born and need a family. This world is so over populated already. And then there is Sofie. She still needs me.  She still needs to be carried, sleeps in the crib, fights me and tantrums. How is a new baby going to affect her still present need to be constantly reassured. She is not ready to share me yet.

I’m scared too for the health of this baby. Because the possibility of being pregnant was so far out of my mind, I was not watching what I ate, drank or did. We made a retaining wall this month and I moved big heavy allan blocks. I had sashimi twice around 5.5 weeks pregnant. I wasn’t on a prenatal vitamin until this week. I even had a Bailey’s paralyzer almost every night for about 2 weeks in there. If you know anything about how I mix drinks you know I don’t cheap out on the alcohol. It is out of my control now and I need to let go. God knows what He is doing. I’m trying to trust Him to keep my baby safe.

I’ve cried tears of anger and confusion, fear and resentment but I think that is all ending now. Joy and excitement are creeping in and I’m looking forward to hearing this ones heart beat in the next few weeks. I’m feeling like we are where we are supposed to be in God’s hopes for us even though I don’t understand it. This baby is meant to be here and he is going to be something amazing in my life.

I am so blessed.