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:
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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!
- 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
- 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.
- 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!)
- 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.
- 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.