Preg Diary 2
September 18, 2014
Pregnancy confirmed…check! First appointment with OB made…check. Prenatal vitamins purchased…check. Husband informed that our second child is on the way…ummmm….
So James has been coming home every night with heavy sighs and much complaining. I don’t think he’s disliking his job, per say, but he’s having a very busy week, and it’s taking its toll. I keep waiting for the perfect time to tell him, but it hasn’t presented itself yet. I’m hoping maybe Friday night or Saturday I can work it into the conversation somehow.
“Having a great time sleeping in this Saturday? Just wait another nine months and you can kiss that goodbye!”
No, that won’t do.
“Dinner sure turned out great tonight. Let’s enjoy it before we’re both covered head to toe in spit up and too tired to pick up a fork.”
See, I’ve already got the perfect opener for the grandparents, “You might be getting that granddaughter you’ve been wishing for!” And my sister and sisters-in-law will be thrilled to possibly add a girl to our boy-centric family. Of course, I boy would be great, too. I’ve got clothes and toys covered!
But instead I feel like a teenage mom, pregnancy discovered in September, baby due at Prom, and I’m hiding it from everyone. Obviously I’m not going to keep up this rouse. But I’m just waiting for the right opening. Perhaps I should lead with Paris.
“How about we move our Paris trip up to this fall? Why, you ask? Because I’ll be too big and fat and PREGNANT come March.”
Hmmm…not bad. I’ll keep working on it.
September 19, 2014
James took the news better than I’d anticipated. Just goes to show what a good guy I married! In fact, I think the news tapped into some primal sense of pride inherent in all men. (“High five for my super swimmers!” Right, dear.) In case you were wondering, I did lead with Paris. We’re moving it to the week of Thanksgiving, happy tenth anniversary (and birthday to me!).
Now that I’ve spilled the beans, I want to tell people in our family. But James thought it best to wait until my first OB appointment, and I’m inclined to agree. Though our reasons may differ; I’m hyper-aware of my “advanced maternal age,” and I think James is secretly hoping I got a false positive pregnancy test. Judging from my myriad pregnancy symptoms, I doubt that very much.
Course, I couldn’t wait three weeks to tell my sister, so I did confide in her. But she’s sworn not to tell anyone else until October 9. This has been such a long time coming, it’s killing me to remain quiet. But quiet I shall remain.
In the meantime, I’ve resolved to do a few things differently this time around. I had pretty awful morning sickness last time, so I’ve been taking extra vitamin B6 to stave it off. I read that if you take that before you conceive and throughout your first trimester, it can help. Here’s hoping.
I’ve also resolved to exercise more this time around. I had every intention of sticking to a regimen last time, but morning sickness, my full-time job, and complications with my third trimester presented some major hurdles. My friend Julie stayed with Pilates throughout her pregnancy, so I’m going to try my best to do the same. I found a great class at the Y twice a week, and I’ve already informed the instructor of my condition. I’ve been taking long bike rides once a week when the weather permits, and as winter descends I can utilize our exercise bike. I suspect I’m going to be feeling some fatigue in the coming weeks, but I’m going to do my best to power through.
Except for some discomfort in the boobage and some minor cramping, I’m feeling pretty good so far. I’ve cut down on my caffeine, and I’m lamenting the loss of my thrice weekly wine buzz. But it’s all for a good cause.
September 22, 2015
Well, that secret kept for about 48 hours! My mother-in-law called on Saturday to say how proud she was of Liam trying out his Tae Kwon Do class. All the while James is hovering, asking if I told her our news. Well, of course not! That’s what we agreed to, right?
Five minutes later he comes back. “You can tell her if you want to,” he says, very nonchalantly. Ok, dear. Looks like I’m not the only one who can hardly wait to spill the beans.
So then, of course, I had to call my mom and dad to tell them the news, too. Everybody’s ecstatic, and the grandmas are pulling for a girl. We’ll know this December, with any luck!
September 23, 2014
Holy Morning Sickness, Batman! This started sooner than I expected – over the weekend, and I’m just hitting my sixth week. Sheesh. Instead of languishing on the couch, I’ve gotten proactive. Last go around I remember just eating and eating and eating, anything dry, mostly oyster crackers. This time I’m going to try to find a less caloric solution. Some of the suggested remedies from the internet: peanuts, ginger ale, ginger tea, Seabands, peppermints, and exercise.
First I tried the Seabands – these are acupressure bands you wear on both wrists. According to the package, I should experience relief in 2-5 minutes. I wore them for a couple of hours…and nada. If anything, I felt a wave of nausea when I first put them on. Back to the store with you!
I also tried ginger chewing gum…which was honestly pretty gross. Although the flavor lessened over time, so I may keep those handy. Ginger ale seemed to work, though I had it at lunch, so it may have simply been the meal I ate that helped. And the ginger tea seemed to work the best. I had some before bed last night, but then I was up most of the night with bladder pain, probably due to the ginger ale. Carbonated beverages usually set me off. A couple of Tylenol set me right, but I don’t want to have to do that every night. Back to the drawing board.
Peanuts made a decent snack, though I didn’t notice them making more of a difference than any other dry snack food. But they are healthy, so I’ll definitely keep munching them. Peppermints seemed to help pretty well, especially through my Pilates class. I’ve got a whole box of mini candy canes from last Christmas to tide me over. Exercise has also proven effective, either walking Liam to school, biking around the neighborhood, or taking classes at the Y. I even hopped on the exercise bike the other night while watching TV and it did seem to help.
Another solution that I ended up gleaning from my pregnancy blog with Liam, I switched prenatal vitamins. There must be something with the fish oil in DHA that upsets my stomach, so I tried a more basic prenatal vitamin. The sickness is still there, but I was noticing I’d get a severe wave of nausea shortly after I’d taken my pill, and that didn’t happen last night with these new pills.
And, of course, tried and true snacking seems the most effective, though if I pair it with the tea or ginger ale, I find I don’t need to eat so much.
If my last pregnancy was any indication, this morning sickness is going to get worse before it gets better. But with any luck, it will also only last until week 12. It was almost like clockwork last time. Here’s hoping!
September 30, 2014
Seven weeks in and I feel like I’m already showing. My pants are definitely feeling tighter, anyway. I may have to break out the maternity pants sooner than expected. Sheesh.
Airline and hotel for Paris are booked!! It’s officially official! Our last big vacation before our lives get very busy. We’re planning the trip over the week of Thanksgiving so Liam can spend time with my family while we’re away. I should be in the second trimester by then and hopefully feeling less of the wonkiness associated with the first.
Although on that front, things aren’t too bad. I’m experiencing far less nausea now, perhaps due to all of the precautions I took earlier. I’m still taking lots of vitamin B, drinking ginger tea most mornings and ginger ale most afternoons, and sucking on peppermint candy canes if I start to feel sick. But I’m usually okay unless I haven’t eaten in awhile or I just took my vitamins.
The bigger issue this time around has to do with temperature. One minute I’m absolutely chilled to the bone, goose bumps popping up all over my arms and chest, and the next minute I’m throwing off my blankets and sweating profusely. And, no surprise, I’m getting up to pee three or four times a night. So sleeping hasn’t been too fun. My energy levels fluctuate. I find if I push myself to get some exercise then the tiredness subsides. I’m resisting the urge to nap after I drop Liam off at school, although if I’ve had a particularly restless night, I’ll give in.
Next week we’re going to see the doctor. My general practitioner recommended Dr. Depew, and his credentials look especially promising given all his experience with high-risk pregnancies. Knock on wood everything goes normally, but I am over 35, so I do technically fall in that category. Plus, I can’t shake the feeling that we may be in store for a surprise. I once had a psychic tell me we’d have three children, and James and I agreed the only way THAT would happen is if we had one child and then twins. I don’t even want to think about it!
October 9, 2014
We heard baby’s heartbeat today! And it was a great relief. I kept having dreams that the doctor was going to tell me that I wasn’t pregnant, that it was all in my head. Pregnancy neurosis already! We were also relieved to see there was only one baby in there. I suppose there’s still a slight chance of multiples, but he seemed pretty certain there was only one baby, and from what I could see on the monitor, it looked like he was right. James came with me, and we both agreed that we really like this doctor. The hospital is nicknamed “the baby hospital” so I think we came to the right place!
Right now I’m feeling the worst of the first trimester symptoms. I’m super tired, still only mildly nauseous, and occasionally dizzy. I get chills now and again, though those seem to be getting better. I’m also feeling a bit of uncomfortable pressure in my diaphragm. When I told the doctor, he replied, “Already?” That probably explains why I’m showing so much earlier. Ugh.
We elected to get some genetic testing done since we’re both over 35, just to be in the safe side. There are some blood tests they’ll run at our next appointment, and we can determine from that if we want to proceed with an amniocentesis at week 16. It’s a bit risky, with a 1 in 300 chance of miscarriage, so we’ll have to think carefully about it. But it would really put my mind at ease, especially if we come back with some sketchy results from the blood work. It’s funny – I didn’t expect that we’d have much of a choice about doing the amnio. I thought if you were over 35, you pretty much had to. But it looks like it’s completely up to us.
October 16, 2014
Poor Kate Middleton. I read that the Duchess is suffering extreme morning sickness and has been confined to her bed for the first trimester of her now second pregnancy. Little Prince George is just 15 months old. But, of course, they have a royal super nanny, so Kate can languish in bed with the reassurance that her son is being well cared for.
Kinda puts my own experiences in perspective. I don’t have a super nanny, but I do have a full-time Kindergartner, so for seven hours a day I have a nice, quiet house to myself. I’ve felt a little nausea, but nothing a few peppermints or a small snack can’t scare away. And while some days I feel like taking a long nap (which, with no full-time job this time around, I can actually take!), other days I’m ready for a marathon bike ride (20 miles round trip into downtown Wichita last week) or a thorough cleansing of the house. Being six years older this time around, I felt certain this pregnancy would take a greater toll on my body. And it still might – once that little one starts growing, I won’t be surprised if I get some sciatica or low back pain out of the deal. But the first nine weeks have been decent. I feel like I’m taking better care of myself this time around, getting more exercise, being more mindful of what I eat (lots of high fiber foods this time around!), and taking it easy when I need to. I’ve kept up with my twice-weekly Pilates routine, and I plan to start prenatal yoga in November. I even jumped on the exercise bike the other day for about an hour. Here’s hoping this time around will be smooth sailing.
October 19, 2014
The other day Liam was getting out of the car and he offhandedly remarked, “You know, mom, we need to have a garage sale. You can sell my old tricycle and my old stroller and all my old baby stuff.” I told him perhaps we should save those for a baby brother or sister. “I don’t want a baby brother or sister,” he replied.
Since that day I’ve been slowly working to change his mind. I told him how much fun it will be to be a big brother, to show the baby how to work all his baby toys, to teach the baby sign language. Liam could help me make baby food in the blender. He asked me if he’d be able to feed a baby. “Sure,” I replied, “It’s as easy as holding a bottle.”
So yesterday I asked him again, do you want a baby brother or sister? He thought about it for a minute, then said, “How about we get a baby dog? Or a baby cat? Or a baby fish instead?”
Oh, child. You’re in for a rude awakening.
James and I decided to put off telling Liam until the second trimester. Ideally I’d even like to wait until we’ve gotten all the results back from our genetic tests. But Jill and the kids are coming for Halloween, and she already spilled the beans to Evie. I’m sure we could tell Evie to keep her mouth shut, but I think Liam might like to have the chance to confide in his cousin who, after all, has experience with little brothers. So I think we’re going to sit him down the night before Halloween. Hopefully all this hinting and hypothetical sibling stuff will have prepared him for the news. Besides, he probably already suspects. Yesterday James noticed that my belly was already starting to pop out, and I invited him to feel it. Liam shouted, “Oh, can I feel it, too?” And he did, completely oblivious to what he was feeling. At least, that’s what it seemed.
October 30, 2014
The cat is officially out of the bag for Liam. Last night he got a special present all wrapped up like a birthday gift. It was a shirt that read, “I’m being promoted to BIG BROTHER.” He was a bit puzzled until we explained it. And then…well, to say he was thrilled would be an understatement. He was absolutely bouncing off the walls with joy! “I can’t wait to tell my teacher tomorrow! I’ll have someone to play with now!”
So then we had to explain that, in fact, it would be a couple of years before the baby would be ready to play with him. But he’ll get all sorts of other great big brother duties, like holding the baby, fetching the diapers, and giving it bottles. He asked if he was getting a brother or sister, and we told him we’d know around Christmas time. I invited him to feel my belly, telling him the baby was only about two inches long right now. “Is that why your belly is getting so fat?” he asked. Thanks, kiddo. That was the first of many, many, MANY more questions. At bedtime he didn’t want me to leave him until he’d gotten one more question answered. Then another. And this morning, he wouldn’t get out of bed until I’d answered more questions.
“How is the baby going to get out of there?”
“How in the heck did the baby get in there? Did you swallow it?”
After explaining the umbilical cord and how the baby eats and drinks whatever I eat and drink, he asked, “Once the baby comes out, how does it get unattached to you?”
Ever the pragmatist, I answered his questions as scientifically as I could without going into detail about the actual birds and the bees. He seemed satisfied with my answers, though he asked some of the same questions again in the morning. And he seemed especially perplexed by daddy’s role in “helping” get the baby in mommy’s tummy. I told him that’s a conversation for another day.
As he was dressing this morning, he had a few suggestions for baby names. But I told him we couldn’t name the baby Liam because we already had a Liam in this house, and we couldn’t name the baby Lucy because that’s his dog’s name, and we couldn’t name the baby Poopybutt because that’s just mean. I’m sure he’ll have many other interesting suggestions in the coming months.
November 2, 2014
The other night before bed, Liam had his usual nightly questions about the baby. I had to explain that although I say the baby is “in my tummy,” it’s actually in my uterus and not my stomach. He still had trouble understanding how the umbilical cord works and what happens after it’s cut. He said, “Once the baby comes out of your U-tube, how can it still be attached with a cord? Doesn’t it get stuck?”
“You know, where the baby comes out.”
“Ah, yes. That.”
So I did my best to explain that when the baby comes out it’ll cry, which is a good thing, and then they cut the cord, which is long enough to come out with the baby. Then they clean the baby up, wrap the baby up nice and tight, and then I get to hold the baby. He puzzled about this for a bit, then said, “I think I’m going to have to see this for myself.”
“Ummmm…Well, daddy says it’s pretty gross, so I don’t think you’ll want to see it. Besides, I don’t think they’ll let you in there with all the doctors and nurses helping to get the baby out.”
He thought a bit more, then replied, “Maybe I can just watch from the door.”
Oh, Liam. Your curiosity knows no bounds.
November 7, 2014
Best question of the week: “When the baby comes out of your tummy, will it be naked?”
I got a couple of children’s picture books from the library all about welcoming a new baby to the family. Liam loved looking at the pictures of the babies in utero, and was especially taken with the idea that the baby could hear him talking to it. This morning he asked if he could tell the baby something. He leaned down so his mouth was right next to my belly, then he whispered, “Did you know you’re going to be my baby brother or sister?” As we were putting on socks for school, he wanted another go. “I love you,” he whispered. Adorable.
Yesterday I had my 12-week exam. We elected to get some first trimester genetic testing, so we got another sonogram and a blood test. The sonogram came out normal, and we expect to hear about the blood test results next week. From there we can determine if we want to go through with the amnio, though I’m feeling more optimistic that this baby is a-okay. They sent me home with a bunch of sonogram photos, and the baby is actually looking like a baby! I didn’t have a sonogram with Liam until around week 20, so it was amazing to me to see this little guy or gal turning and kicking around in there already. I showed Liam the photos when he got home from school, pointing out the little head and the feet. He wasn’t as impressed as I thought he’d be – but who can blame him? Sonogram photos leave a lot to be desired.
Entering my second trimester, I’m already feeling much better. The nausea has pretty much completely subsided, and while my energy levels still vary, I’m noticing I’m not tired so frequently anymore. I have noticed my sinuses feel swollen, which I remember happening around this time of year last time. It was much worse then because I was much further along by early November—I remember I could barely breathe through my nose for a couple of months. It was pretty miserable. This time I just feel a little stuffy, like the beginnings of a head cold.
I gained six pounds, two more than I should have. I’ll chalk that one up to Halloween candy. And my exercise regimen kind of fell by the wayside in favor of nap-taking. But I’m determined to get back into a healthy routine: Pilates twice weekly, prenatal yoga on Saturdays, and an hour on the exercise bike whenever I can manage. One thing I’m noticing that could be a problem, though. My legs bump uncomfortably on my stomach as I’m cycling on the recumbent bike, which is only going to get worse as I get bigger. I may have to seek some alternatives, perhaps walking around the mall in the mornings. Maybe I can enlist my friend Tracy to join me. I’m supposed to keep myself down to gaining one pound per week. But with Halloween, our trip to Paris, and Christmas coming up, it’s going to be a challenge. Wish me luck! I’m gonna need it.
November 13, 2014
The test results are in, and I’m cautiously relieved. There was nothing to indicate an increased risk of Down Syndrome or other genetic problems associated with “advanced maternal age,” which is good. However, these preliminary screenings don’t completely rule out any anomalies. According to the doctor, my chances are now pretty low, but it’s still up to us if we’d like to proceed with the amnio, which will give us a more complete and accurate picture. There is a slight miscarriage risk, which has me a little worried. We’ve tabled the issue until we see the doctor again, around the first week of December and after our Paris trip.
We’ve had a tremendous cold snap this week, and I’m sad to say we may have gone on our very last bike ride last weekend. Time will tell if I’ll feel up to getting back on my bike when the nice weather returns, likely in March when I’ll be starting my third trimester. At the very least, though, I can follow Liam on foot. Which is probably just as well – ever since our little experiment sans training wheels, he’s gotten scared of hills and bumps and he keeps getting off to walk his bike over the “scary” sections of the trail. What I’ll really miss is having him in his child seat on the back of my bike. I took him on the downtown trail a few weeks ago, and the balance was a little dodgy. He’s right on the edge of the weight limit, and I can guarantee that by next spring I won’t be able to manage both a bulge in the front and a heavy kid on the back. Let’s hope the next kid enjoys the child seat as much as Liam did, perhaps in the summer or fall of 2016. The seat says you can start around 12 months, but judging on Liam’s size, the next one probably won’t be ready until closer to 18 months.
November 15, 2014
Time for prenatal yoga! While Pilates is helping to keep me fit, I’m already noticing some back ache caused by this decent-sized bump. Sadly, I can’t attend the same class I did with Liam in Kansas City, so I had to find something closer to home. The closest I could find was still 30 minutes away…there is just nothing in Derby. But the studio is intimate, and the price is right. I’ve attended two classes taught by two subs, so I’ll reserve judgment until I’ve met the regular instructor. But so far the classes have been incredibly informative, some with new information and some with info I’d forgotten. I also got some tips on stretching out my hips after a long day of sight-seeing, something I’ll probably need to do every night while we’re in Paris. I better remember to bring my yoga strap!