Today Hannah said, "I'm getting bored of just wandering around with my parents. I want to see my baby brother." I told her she was preaching to the choir. I know he isn't THAT late, but since his sister broke loose at 38 weeks and since my cycle is shorter than usual (25 days instead of 28), I thought for sure that this little guy would at least be a few days early, if not a few weeks. That his due date came and went 2 days ago is unreal to me.
With Hannah, I kept reading that first babies were always late, and I was counting on that being a fact so when my membranes ruptured 2 weeks early and the house was a mess with nothing ready, I cried. A lot. It is an understatement to say that I was not ready. With this one we've been ready for what feels like eons, and I've been huge and uncomfortable for even longer. I was far more capable with Hannah, and my lifestyle was far less compromised, so I didn't mind being pregnant. This one has changed my whole life and rendered me useless as a member of my former active existence. I have worked hard to make peace with my new couch potato existence, but I am so looking forward to being able to walk without waddling and run around with Hannah without getting winded and peeing my pants. I am also looking forward to having all that glorious extra space in my abdominal cavity for things like
breathing, digesting, and holding my bladder for more than 11 minutes at
a time.
How do bears know when to stop hibernating?? Maybe there is a similar message I can send to this little guy to let him know that spring is here, winter is over, and it's time to leave his little den.
I walked down to The Avenue earlier today for some inducing acupuncture. I've been doing pelvic tilts and imitating hula hooping (not sure I could actually hula hoop or I'd have Eric get mine out of the garage). We are doing a few other things purported to encourage labor which I won't mention here. I guess the only thing to do now is just be patient and trust that he will come when he's ready...In the meantime, I'm trying to make peace with the fact that I may end up carrying him to his high school prom in utero.
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Friday, March 29, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Body art: The prenatal bucket list
With the help of my very awesome therapist, I managed to focus my priorities where I wanted to during the tail end of this pregnancy rather than putting my energy on the things that matter far less in the grand scheme of life and then feeling sad/angry/guilty for not treating this pregnancy like the last pregnancy that it is.
Since this is my last opportunity to experience pregnancy and birth the way that I want, I'm having a home birth, even though it's costing us A LOT more money and I have to drive A LOT farther to my appointments. To compliment that home birth and also to increase the odds of a calm and peaceful birth, one that Hannah can be present for if she chooses to, I read through the Hypnobirthing book for the second time (the first was when Hannah was in utero) and then signed us up for classes. I watched some Hypnobirthing and Hypnobabies videos on YouTube and LOVE how uneventful and boring they are. I am not going for an Oscar on this--bring on the boring!
I intended to focus more on Hypnobirthing with Hannah's birth, but my midwife at the time said that first time moms have a harder time with it and suggested I use The Bradley Method instead. We learned a lot in Bradley classes, but now that I've learned more about Hypnobirthing, I wish I'd stuck with it the first time around. The philosophy is a lot more empowering, and the concept of teaching yourself to go into a deep state of relaxation at the drop of a hat and let your body do its thing seems more useful in this circumstance than an understanding of all the potential drugs and interventions that hospitals use (although a brief understanding of that stuff is useful as well).
Classes accomplished and practice routine set up, I moved on to my next bucket list item: turning my big ol' pregnant body into a work of art by getting a prenatal henna tattoo and some artsy-fartsy, black-and-white, tastefully nude photographs. See, in spite of being incredibly uncomfortable with this extra 35 pounds pulling at me from the front, I am totally amazed by my body right now. It's unreal and amazing to me that it can look like this, and I wanted to capture it so that I never forget. I wanted to be art, if that makes sense.
I really wanted a prenatal henna tattoo when pregnant with Hannah, but I didn't prioritize it, and the one time I was at a festival where I could have gotten one spontaneously, I was wearing a dress...this made access to my belly a little difficult. I did my research and then a photographer fell into my lap while putzing around Soft and Cozy Baby picking up some prefolds. Jill Mills of Heartlove Photography works there on Sundays and is always incredibly helpful when I have questions, and she's incredibly sweet so when she mentioned that the prints on the wall are hers, I got her business card and we started emailing. She recommended a henna artist, and I managed to line up appointments for henna, haircuts, and photographs in a 2-day time period last week.
On Thursday, Hannah and I drove to Christalene's house of Crystalooneys Creative Arts and spent the afternoon being decorated by Christalene and hanging out. Hannah's first henna! And mine too! It was a really fun afternoon. These are the pics that Christalene took with her phone after applying the paste.
On Friday afternoon, Hannah and I got our first haircuts since September and then drove to Jill's studio. I haven't seen all of the pics yet, but here's a preview of what she provided:
Since this is my last opportunity to experience pregnancy and birth the way that I want, I'm having a home birth, even though it's costing us A LOT more money and I have to drive A LOT farther to my appointments. To compliment that home birth and also to increase the odds of a calm and peaceful birth, one that Hannah can be present for if she chooses to, I read through the Hypnobirthing book for the second time (the first was when Hannah was in utero) and then signed us up for classes. I watched some Hypnobirthing and Hypnobabies videos on YouTube and LOVE how uneventful and boring they are. I am not going for an Oscar on this--bring on the boring!
I intended to focus more on Hypnobirthing with Hannah's birth, but my midwife at the time said that first time moms have a harder time with it and suggested I use The Bradley Method instead. We learned a lot in Bradley classes, but now that I've learned more about Hypnobirthing, I wish I'd stuck with it the first time around. The philosophy is a lot more empowering, and the concept of teaching yourself to go into a deep state of relaxation at the drop of a hat and let your body do its thing seems more useful in this circumstance than an understanding of all the potential drugs and interventions that hospitals use (although a brief understanding of that stuff is useful as well).
Classes accomplished and practice routine set up, I moved on to my next bucket list item: turning my big ol' pregnant body into a work of art by getting a prenatal henna tattoo and some artsy-fartsy, black-and-white, tastefully nude photographs. See, in spite of being incredibly uncomfortable with this extra 35 pounds pulling at me from the front, I am totally amazed by my body right now. It's unreal and amazing to me that it can look like this, and I wanted to capture it so that I never forget. I wanted to be art, if that makes sense.
I really wanted a prenatal henna tattoo when pregnant with Hannah, but I didn't prioritize it, and the one time I was at a festival where I could have gotten one spontaneously, I was wearing a dress...this made access to my belly a little difficult. I did my research and then a photographer fell into my lap while putzing around Soft and Cozy Baby picking up some prefolds. Jill Mills of Heartlove Photography works there on Sundays and is always incredibly helpful when I have questions, and she's incredibly sweet so when she mentioned that the prints on the wall are hers, I got her business card and we started emailing. She recommended a henna artist, and I managed to line up appointments for henna, haircuts, and photographs in a 2-day time period last week.
On Thursday, Hannah and I drove to Christalene's house of Crystalooneys Creative Arts and spent the afternoon being decorated by Christalene and hanging out. Hannah's first henna! And mine too! It was a really fun afternoon. These are the pics that Christalene took with her phone after applying the paste.
On Friday afternoon, Hannah and I got our first haircuts since September and then drove to Jill's studio. I haven't seen all of the pics yet, but here's a preview of what she provided:
Pretty cool, right!! She sent me two others that I really love, but they are a bit more revealing, and I know a lot of family members read this blog so I figure I'll share those on an individual basis with people who are not weirded out by nudity/my nudity. I'm thinking I'm going to have them all printed in a book, like a coffee table art book. See, if they were pics of someone else, I'd want to decorate with them, but since they're me, it seems a little conceited...and also, it would really freak out my brother, so for his sake, I'll keep the nipple shots in a book.
Jill also took some straight-forward belly shots for Christalene to use in her portfolio and to print in a magazine that she has advertising space in. Here's what the henna looks like now that the paste is off:
And there it is--I checked off everything from my to do list, I tackled my bucket list, and I blogged about both! Bring on the baby!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Having a home birth!!!
It's official: little brother will be born at home, in "the green house" as it is so lovingly referred to by Hannah. I watched The Business of Being Born AGAIN a few weeks ago and started getting really bummed about the idea of having another hospital birth. Since this pregnancy is more than halfway over, I figured I can do something about it now or just get over it.
Assisting with a home birth is illegal in Maryland, and the climate against home birthing midwives has been extremely hostile lately so finding someone wasn't easy. The only one I could find is located about 5 miles south of the Delaware state line which is about an hour and 15 minutes from the green house....this is problematic for a person like me who thinks that anything farther than about a 15-minute drive is too far. Sure, she comes to us during the birth, but I'd have to go to her for all appointments and in the end, when you're checking in weekly...well, I knew that wouldn't work for me so I dismissed the idea and returned to the midwives who delivered Hannah and have an office 5 minutes from our house. They're great midwives, and Mercy has a new fancy-pants labor and delivery center so it's a fine option; it's just not my ideal option, and since we don't intend to have any more children, I really, really, really want to do everything I can to have my ideal birth.
I decided I owed it to myself to at least fully explore the home birth option before dismissing it based on location, so I contacted the midwife up north again and set up an appointment to test drive the drive and meet her. I had fingers crossed that we wouldn't connect, and the decision would be easy, but I loved her. The drive really was too much though, and in addition to that, we couldn't afford the fee. I had no idea how expensive a home birth is! When I was pregnant with Hannah, a home birth midwife quoted me $1,800. Apparently that is not the norm. The norm is a little over $4,000. I get why it costs that much, but we definitely don't have that sitting around.
Although we didn't go with her, she was able to refer us to another home birth midwife who is a little closer (about a 45-minute drive) and who bills insurance. Hannah and I went to meet her on Thursday and loved her. The drive is still a bit much, but manageable, and our out-of-pocket costs are $2,000, also more manageable.
Today I had my last appointment with the other midwives and was relieved that everyone in the office was incredibly supportive of my decision. I have copies of my records and an appointment next month with the midwife who will help us deliver this baby boy right here in the comfort of our own home. Wahoooo!!!!!
Assisting with a home birth is illegal in Maryland, and the climate against home birthing midwives has been extremely hostile lately so finding someone wasn't easy. The only one I could find is located about 5 miles south of the Delaware state line which is about an hour and 15 minutes from the green house....this is problematic for a person like me who thinks that anything farther than about a 15-minute drive is too far. Sure, she comes to us during the birth, but I'd have to go to her for all appointments and in the end, when you're checking in weekly...well, I knew that wouldn't work for me so I dismissed the idea and returned to the midwives who delivered Hannah and have an office 5 minutes from our house. They're great midwives, and Mercy has a new fancy-pants labor and delivery center so it's a fine option; it's just not my ideal option, and since we don't intend to have any more children, I really, really, really want to do everything I can to have my ideal birth.
I decided I owed it to myself to at least fully explore the home birth option before dismissing it based on location, so I contacted the midwife up north again and set up an appointment to test drive the drive and meet her. I had fingers crossed that we wouldn't connect, and the decision would be easy, but I loved her. The drive really was too much though, and in addition to that, we couldn't afford the fee. I had no idea how expensive a home birth is! When I was pregnant with Hannah, a home birth midwife quoted me $1,800. Apparently that is not the norm. The norm is a little over $4,000. I get why it costs that much, but we definitely don't have that sitting around.
Although we didn't go with her, she was able to refer us to another home birth midwife who is a little closer (about a 45-minute drive) and who bills insurance. Hannah and I went to meet her on Thursday and loved her. The drive is still a bit much, but manageable, and our out-of-pocket costs are $2,000, also more manageable.
Today I had my last appointment with the other midwives and was relieved that everyone in the office was incredibly supportive of my decision. I have copies of my records and an appointment next month with the midwife who will help us deliver this baby boy right here in the comfort of our own home. Wahoooo!!!!!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
It's a boy!
In case you haven't heard yet, this one is a boy. We had the sonogram last Tuesday. Eric has been grinning ear-to-ear since the sonogram tech pointed to the space between the baby's legs and asked what we thought that was. Prior to pointing out his little penis, the tech asked Hannah if she wanted a brother or a sister. Hannah had the same answer as usual: sister. In spite of that, she wasn't upset by the news that she'd be having a brother. She is still very excited for us to have a baby.
I am also excited in many ways and incredibly intimidated in others. It'll be nice to have the opportunity to have a hand in raising someone who I hope will turn out to be a totally awesome, well-adjusted, emotionally stable, compassionate, and intelligent man. At the same time, I have a brother, and being his sister from the time he was about 13 until he was mid twenties while he battled severe drug and alcohol addiction was brutal; I can't even imagine how much harder it must have been to be his mother. Really, I don't know a lot of men who don't have addictions or haven't had an addiction at some point in their lives (though none as drastic as my brother). Even a lot of the guys I know who are totally put together, fully functioning members of society drink waaaaaaay too much a little too often. And yeah, I realize that addiction has nothing to do with gender (and yes, I remember my own own days of over-partying and drinking way too much way too many nights out of the week) and that Hannah has every bit as much chance of ending up with a problem as the little boy in the belly, especially given all the genes for alcoholism that are coming at these kids from both my side and Eric's side; I know that logically, but emotionally, I'm carrying a bit of childhood baggage. Don't worry, I'm working it out with my therapist, and in spite of that un-realistic and unfound paranoia, I am looking forward to a new challenge and to learning as much as I can about raising a boy.
Mmmmkay, enough of my ranting and public worrying. Without further adieu, here are the first pics of the little guy.
He's yawning in this next one. Cute, huh?
These next pics are a little weird, and really, I don't understand how they did it and wish they would have asked prior to doing it because it seems to me that it can't be healthy for the baby, but I don't really know, maybe it's no different than the other kind of sonogram. Anyone know?
I wasn't surprised when she said it was a boy though. This pregnancy has seemed a lot harder than the first. I'm not sure if it's just because I also have a 3-year-old and take no naps (I napped daily when pregnant with Hannah), or if it really is worse, but it definitely feels a lot more brutal. Even now, when the food aversions and the first trimester sicky-sick feelings are long gone, I still have no energy. I get winded going up the stairs and my quads burn when I get to the top. Pathetic. Yesterday I went on a measly 4-mile hike, and today I have sore legs and shin splints. Who am I?? Being pregnant with Hannah didn't slow me down at all--I was still making it to a couple of spin classes a week and a couple of Body Pump classes too. These days, I'm lucky if I make it to the gym twice a week, and I'm barely making it through my usual Pilates/barre workout. I hate feeling so weak. I'm trying to be kind to myself and patient and compassionate, I really am, but it's hard. It's hard to be incapable of things I've always been more than capable of.
On that note, it's off to bed with me. That hike yesterday seriously took it out of me, and my eyes are beyond heavy.
Updated 11/12/12:
I forgot a pic yesterday! I took this one of Hannah while we were waiting and waiting and waiting in the waiting room for our sonogram tech who was running late. Grammy folded a newspaper into a funny little hat, and then Hannah made a funny face.
I am also excited in many ways and incredibly intimidated in others. It'll be nice to have the opportunity to have a hand in raising someone who I hope will turn out to be a totally awesome, well-adjusted, emotionally stable, compassionate, and intelligent man. At the same time, I have a brother, and being his sister from the time he was about 13 until he was mid twenties while he battled severe drug and alcohol addiction was brutal; I can't even imagine how much harder it must have been to be his mother. Really, I don't know a lot of men who don't have addictions or haven't had an addiction at some point in their lives (though none as drastic as my brother). Even a lot of the guys I know who are totally put together, fully functioning members of society drink waaaaaaay too much a little too often. And yeah, I realize that addiction has nothing to do with gender (and yes, I remember my own own days of over-partying and drinking way too much way too many nights out of the week) and that Hannah has every bit as much chance of ending up with a problem as the little boy in the belly, especially given all the genes for alcoholism that are coming at these kids from both my side and Eric's side; I know that logically, but emotionally, I'm carrying a bit of childhood baggage. Don't worry, I'm working it out with my therapist, and in spite of that un-realistic and unfound paranoia, I am looking forward to a new challenge and to learning as much as I can about raising a boy.
Mmmmkay, enough of my ranting and public worrying. Without further adieu, here are the first pics of the little guy.
He's yawning in this next one. Cute, huh?
These next pics are a little weird, and really, I don't understand how they did it and wish they would have asked prior to doing it because it seems to me that it can't be healthy for the baby, but I don't really know, maybe it's no different than the other kind of sonogram. Anyone know?
I wasn't surprised when she said it was a boy though. This pregnancy has seemed a lot harder than the first. I'm not sure if it's just because I also have a 3-year-old and take no naps (I napped daily when pregnant with Hannah), or if it really is worse, but it definitely feels a lot more brutal. Even now, when the food aversions and the first trimester sicky-sick feelings are long gone, I still have no energy. I get winded going up the stairs and my quads burn when I get to the top. Pathetic. Yesterday I went on a measly 4-mile hike, and today I have sore legs and shin splints. Who am I?? Being pregnant with Hannah didn't slow me down at all--I was still making it to a couple of spin classes a week and a couple of Body Pump classes too. These days, I'm lucky if I make it to the gym twice a week, and I'm barely making it through my usual Pilates/barre workout. I hate feeling so weak. I'm trying to be kind to myself and patient and compassionate, I really am, but it's hard. It's hard to be incapable of things I've always been more than capable of.
On that note, it's off to bed with me. That hike yesterday seriously took it out of me, and my eyes are beyond heavy.
Updated 11/12/12:
I forgot a pic yesterday! I took this one of Hannah while we were waiting and waiting and waiting in the waiting room for our sonogram tech who was running late. Grammy folded a newspaper into a funny little hat, and then Hannah made a funny face.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Pirate Hannah visits Annapolis
Unplanned weekends have been rare for us this summer, so rare that when one presented itself, we often spent it supine on the couch rotting our brains in front of the boob tube and attempting to recover from all the fun-related exhaustion. Miraculously, we had two unplanned weekends in a row in August and since we rested on the first one, we woke up on the second one ready for adventure. It was by far the most beautiful day of the year with perfect temperatures in the high 70s/low 80s and a bright, sunny sky, so we decided to take Hannah her first trip to our state's capital.
We went to the visitor center first to grab a map and a brochure for the pirate adventure we'd heard of, then, since we were starving, we crossed the street to Ramshead and had lunch out back on their secret garden-esque patio. We'd normally have eaten somewhere more original, but when you're pregnant and hungry, you don't mess around--you just eat. Although an un-original choice, it was a good one. We were the only people on the patio for a while which meant Hannah could run a ruckus, and like I said, the weather was beautiful so it was a great day for lunch in the secret garden.
During lunch I called the pirate adventures place and attempted to score us a reservation but as it turns out, that's the kind of thing you need to plan far in advance because they were booked up all day and had a waiting list. Eric insisted we go there anyway and check it out. Hannah picked out a pirate hat and flag and we bought it figuring if we couldn't follow up on our promise to get on the pirate boat, we could at least let her pirate around town.
Baltimore has a similar pirate adventure so maybe we'll check that out next time we find ourselves with an unplanned weekend where all parties have energy.
We left the car by the pirate place in Eastport and walked across the bridge to Annapolis stopping briefly for a photo op. Arggh!!!
On the other side of the bridge, we stopped to play at a giant playground. It's nice to go someplace with no agenda other than to putz around and to be free to follow whatever whim strikes your fancy.
After tiring of the playground, we continued our trek to the main street and into a sunglass shop because Eric has been desperate for a pair of shades since losing his a few weeks prior. Hannah picked out the neon green and pink 80s shades that she's wearing in most of the pics. Eric picked out a fancy pants pair of expensive shades that he is completely smitten with. He's an avid loser of sunglasses, but so far he seems to be keeping pretty good track of these.
Ice cream was our next stop. Yum. I opted for sorbet since dairy has been particularly disruptive to my pregnant gut causing insane gas pains. Hannah got a blueberry ice cream with graham crackers that was delish. I totally coveted it.
We cruised down to the boats after our snack (maybe this is Ego Alley?? I'm never sure of what they're referring to when they say that and it isn't on the maps) hoping to score a ride for Hannah who was insistent that we get on a boat.
After a tourist shot of Eric, I posed for my very own tourist shot. I don't get many of those, and this one was not without its drama. As I knelt down, the wind swooped Hannah's hat off her head and into the water. I laid down on my stomach and stretched my arm as far as I could, but the water was too low for me to reach. Once Eric realized what had happened, he assumed that position and, with me and Hannah sitting on his legs to keep him on the deck, retrieved the hat. Go, go Gadget arms!
We considered shelling out the dough for a boat tour since Hannah wasn't giving up on the boat ride and was getting fussier and fussier at our inability to fulfill her wishes, but instead we settled for a $2 ride on a water taxi that schlepped us back to our car in Eastport.
At first we were the only people on the boat so we were small talking with the captain and mentioned that Hannah was desperate to drive a boat. Once away from the dock, he let her be the water taxi captain. She's too short to sit on the seat, but she loved standing up to steer the vessel! She even got a "captain for the day" sticker.
All dreams and expectations fulfilled, we shuffled slowly back to our car and drove home where we promptly crashed on the couch to rot our brains and rest our bodies in front of the evil boob tube.
We went to the visitor center first to grab a map and a brochure for the pirate adventure we'd heard of, then, since we were starving, we crossed the street to Ramshead and had lunch out back on their secret garden-esque patio. We'd normally have eaten somewhere more original, but when you're pregnant and hungry, you don't mess around--you just eat. Although an un-original choice, it was a good one. We were the only people on the patio for a while which meant Hannah could run a ruckus, and like I said, the weather was beautiful so it was a great day for lunch in the secret garden.
During lunch I called the pirate adventures place and attempted to score us a reservation but as it turns out, that's the kind of thing you need to plan far in advance because they were booked up all day and had a waiting list. Eric insisted we go there anyway and check it out. Hannah picked out a pirate hat and flag and we bought it figuring if we couldn't follow up on our promise to get on the pirate boat, we could at least let her pirate around town.
Baltimore has a similar pirate adventure so maybe we'll check that out next time we find ourselves with an unplanned weekend where all parties have energy.
We left the car by the pirate place in Eastport and walked across the bridge to Annapolis stopping briefly for a photo op. Arggh!!!
On the other side of the bridge, we stopped to play at a giant playground. It's nice to go someplace with no agenda other than to putz around and to be free to follow whatever whim strikes your fancy.
After tiring of the playground, we continued our trek to the main street and into a sunglass shop because Eric has been desperate for a pair of shades since losing his a few weeks prior. Hannah picked out the neon green and pink 80s shades that she's wearing in most of the pics. Eric picked out a fancy pants pair of expensive shades that he is completely smitten with. He's an avid loser of sunglasses, but so far he seems to be keeping pretty good track of these.
Ice cream was our next stop. Yum. I opted for sorbet since dairy has been particularly disruptive to my pregnant gut causing insane gas pains. Hannah got a blueberry ice cream with graham crackers that was delish. I totally coveted it.
We cruised down to the boats after our snack (maybe this is Ego Alley?? I'm never sure of what they're referring to when they say that and it isn't on the maps) hoping to score a ride for Hannah who was insistent that we get on a boat.
After a tourist shot of Eric, I posed for my very own tourist shot. I don't get many of those, and this one was not without its drama. As I knelt down, the wind swooped Hannah's hat off her head and into the water. I laid down on my stomach and stretched my arm as far as I could, but the water was too low for me to reach. Once Eric realized what had happened, he assumed that position and, with me and Hannah sitting on his legs to keep him on the deck, retrieved the hat. Go, go Gadget arms!
We considered shelling out the dough for a boat tour since Hannah wasn't giving up on the boat ride and was getting fussier and fussier at our inability to fulfill her wishes, but instead we settled for a $2 ride on a water taxi that schlepped us back to our car in Eastport.
At first we were the only people on the boat so we were small talking with the captain and mentioned that Hannah was desperate to drive a boat. Once away from the dock, he let her be the water taxi captain. She's too short to sit on the seat, but she loved standing up to steer the vessel! She even got a "captain for the day" sticker.
All dreams and expectations fulfilled, we shuffled slowly back to our car and drove home where we promptly crashed on the couch to rot our brains and rest our bodies in front of the evil boob tube.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Pregnant!
Alright, it's been more than a week since I threatened to bombard and overwhelm you with blog posts and obviously, there has been no bombardment. I spent less time than anticipated on the computer while in Michigan last week (probably a good thing), and I've been more exhausted than usual. I don't know if it's from finally being finished with class and having the time to allow myself to be tired, or if it's from traveling all the way to Michigan and back BY CAR, or if it's because I'm pregnant. That was pretty fast, eh? I am obviously what you would call a fertile myrtle...
I had a feeling I was preggo about 2 weeks ago when all the signs started presenting themselves, but I assumed that it was too early for there to be signs and that there must be some other reason for the excess peeing and eating and the heightened sense of smell and the frequent spells of dizziness when I haven't consumed enough calories and the incredibly vivid though seemingly meaningless dreams (I don't usually dream) and the EXHAUSTION because there are tons of possible explanations for each of those things, right? Anyway, I also assumed I was ovulating during the power outage, and since Eric and I were definitely not knocking boots during those days when the house exceeded 100 degrees, I thought there was a good chance that I wouldn't get pregnant on my first month with no goalie in place. All of those assumptions were wrong. The signs were indeed pregnancy signs and who knows when I dropped an egg, but obviously there was a spermy there to greet it when it dropped.
This time around I know exactly when my last period was so there's no question about how far along I am. Using that strange method that doctors in this country use (where you count the first day of your last period as day 1), I hit 6 weeks tomorrow.
Hannah is happy though not completely clear about what's going on and is insistent that this baby be a sister...We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
In the meantime, I'm going to try to power through this exhaustion this week because I have at least 5 posts that are waiting to be posted and a ton of pics for each, and the backlog is starting to really stress me out, so maybe this will be the week I overwhelm you.
I had a feeling I was preggo about 2 weeks ago when all the signs started presenting themselves, but I assumed that it was too early for there to be signs and that there must be some other reason for the excess peeing and eating and the heightened sense of smell and the frequent spells of dizziness when I haven't consumed enough calories and the incredibly vivid though seemingly meaningless dreams (I don't usually dream) and the EXHAUSTION because there are tons of possible explanations for each of those things, right? Anyway, I also assumed I was ovulating during the power outage, and since Eric and I were definitely not knocking boots during those days when the house exceeded 100 degrees, I thought there was a good chance that I wouldn't get pregnant on my first month with no goalie in place. All of those assumptions were wrong. The signs were indeed pregnancy signs and who knows when I dropped an egg, but obviously there was a spermy there to greet it when it dropped.
This time around I know exactly when my last period was so there's no question about how far along I am. Using that strange method that doctors in this country use (where you count the first day of your last period as day 1), I hit 6 weeks tomorrow.
Hannah is happy though not completely clear about what's going on and is insistent that this baby be a sister...We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
In the meantime, I'm going to try to power through this exhaustion this week because I have at least 5 posts that are waiting to be posted and a ton of pics for each, and the backlog is starting to really stress me out, so maybe this will be the week I overwhelm you.
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