Thoughts from my (Second) First Trimester

Good morning!  

Thank you so, so much for your sweet comments, messages, etc. on our announcement yesterday.  You guys are the best.  I am very happy to finally be able to talk about my pregnancy here.  I hate not being completely honest, but for many reasons, had to keep this news a secret. 

During my first trimester, I made a few notes along the way.  Here they are:

4 weeks

• Yay!  I am so excited!
• What did I do?  What was I thinking?  Can I actually take care of two children and have a job and have a life?  How is this going to be possible?
• Ina will be so excited to have a baby sister/brother.  Dan doesn’t believe that I am pregnant.
• How am I already tired?  It must be in my head. 

(the Ina-leftover-bump)

5 weeks

• I bought maternity clothes because Gap was having a huge sale and for some reason that made this pregnancy feel much more real.
• What am I doing?
• I miss my 3 (OK 4) cups of coffee each day (I cut it down to one in the morning and one in the afternoon, which is very necessary if I want to stay awake past 6 PM)
• I feel great.  I feel like crap.  I feel great.  

6 weeks

• How in the world did I think it was a good idea to get pregnant days before I am going to a foreign country?  What was I thinking?

7 weeks

• I saw the baby during an ultrasound at my first prenatal appointment!   And his/her very little heartbeat!  I told Dan I saw the baby and he said, “So you really are pregnant?!?  Yay!”
• I am so glad Ina was wrong when she said there were two babies in my belly.  And was counting them every day.  
• I don’t want to exercise.  At all.  But I do, at least every other day.  Most of the time it is yoga or walking.  
• I am having waves of nausea, but nothing that has made me think I better find a bathroom pronto.  
• Dan lost his job.  Many minor freak outs occurred.
• Dan got another job. Yay!

8 weeks

• I love cottage cheese
• Changing diapers just got a lot harder
• I can no longer cook raw meet with out gagging
• Chewing ice is the only thing that doesn’t make me want to hurl

9 weeks

• I had a dream that the baby has holes in it.
• Having the stomach bug while pregnant is not so fun.  
• Ina is starting to tell people that I have a baby in my belly.  
• My sister told me that the uterus doesn’t move until 12 weeks, so I shouldn’t even kind of show until then.  I am going to ignore that.  

10 weeks

• I went to brunch at a restaurant that makes homemade eggnog and ordered some.  It came with alcohol.  Hmph.
• I ate an entire jar of (room temperature) pickles on the drive home from the grocery store

(I got a Snoogle for Christmas and Dan is already trying to steal it!)

11 weeks

• Pregnancy insomnia is real 
• The last thing I want to do is exercise.  
• It is insane how much bigger my belly feels at the end of the day compared to the beginning of the day.
• I swear I have already felt the baby kick.  My midwife says that it isn’t uncommon for 2nd time moms to say that this early.  However, I “felt” Ina kick for about 6 months after she was born, so who knows?
• I heard’s the baby’s heartbeat again!  Such a lovely sound.

12 weeks

• I have slept so well the past two nights, I feel like a new woman.  I think my lack of motivation to exercise mainly came from not getting enough sleep.  
• Pregnancy dreams are weird

I also can’t help but compare this pregnancy to Ina’s:

Last time and this time I told Dan within minutes of finding out, even though I wanted to surprise him in some grand way.

Last time I wrote a post for every single week and this time I lumped them all into one.  Last time I obviously had more free time to write.

Last time I was more tired, but less nauseous.  This time I was less tired and more nauseous, but I think I have a new “baseline” for tired.

Last time I was so excited to tell everyone about my pregnancy and made “announcements” with my family and friends. This time I told people as I saw them, and it was awkward.  How do you casually bring up pregnancy in a conversation?

Last time I trained for a half marathon during my first trimester.  This time I ran maybe 10 times total, never more than 4 miles, and mostly walked and did yoga.  Running doesn’t hurt or anything, but I just feel like I want to relax a little more this pregnancy.

Last time I ate like crap (lots of PopTarts, pretzels, and cereal).  This time (with the exception of the holidays), I have done a decent job of eating my fruits and vegetables.

Last time I thought it might be a boy.  This time I am pretty sure it is a boy.

Last time we named the baby Margaret while she was in my belly, this time the name is “Baby Gary."

Last time I had no idea how my life was about to change, so I was equally excited and scared.  This time I think I have a pretty good idea, and because of that I am equally excited and scared.