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I’m still feeling worse in the evenings, but the yuckiness has evolved into more of an exhaustion and weird motion-sickness feeling vs the previous regular ‘ole nausea and food aversions. There are plenty of foods that just plain don’t sound good, but I’m not having any very strong food aversions right now. Which is good I guess. (Sorry, I’m less than enthusiastic about anything right now - feeling “bleh” the majority of the time will do that to ya.)
And speaking of food, nausea, etc… I weighed myself last week and have a couple of times since. As of this morning, it appears that I’ve already lost 4.8 lbs. This is common for me, I lost around 10 lbs in the first trimester of both of my previous pregnancies, so I suspect I might lose a little more. I feel like I’m able to eat more of a variety this time vs the last 2 times when I was this far along, but I feel really sick if I eat more than half a portion or so of any one thing so I imagine that’s the culprit.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what we will need for this 3rd baby already! We threw away a few things after Kat was done with them, simply because they were worn out after 2 kids. There’s nothing on the short list of any large expense except maybe a new upholstered rocker. I’m still on the fence about that though. Shopping should be fun this time around!
And speaking of purchases, I’m hovering over the Checkout button at Pottery Barn Kids. They have some sweet, cold-weather, gender neutral newborn clothing on clearance. I’m trying to talk myself into waiting until after the appointment on Wednesday. If everything goes fine and my items are still in my cart then, maybe I’ll make the purchase.
That’s really about it – it seems like there’s not a lot of excitement during these last weeks of the first trimester. Just hoping to get through the yucky feeling and looking forward to feeling good again!
I haven’t written much about the yuckiness yet. No better time than now!
I seem to have evening sickness. When I wake up in the morning, I feel pretty good. Random small waves of nausea, but mostly good and I have a normal amount of energy. As the day goes on though, it slowly gets worse. By later afternoon or dinner time, I’m useless. Moving makes the nausea worse, and I don’t have a lot of energy by then anyway, so I tend to sit pretty still on the sofa and only move when I have to.
It’s frustrating for me to feel this way. I don’t like not being able to do everything I normally do. Jason has been great. Really really great. He’s happily accomodated my on-again-off-again hunger/cravings/aversions. He’s doing more than his share of cooking, dishes, picking up, and taking care of the kids and hasn’t complained a single time. I almost feel guilty! Thank goodness for him.
I’m looking forward to the end of the first trimester, because for me that usually means the end of yuckiness. I can’t wait to clean the heck out of my house!!
Since I didn’t find out until a few days ago, this will have to serve as my “before” shot. I’m obviously not showing yet, but I’m bloated which is loads of fun!
So I got to thinking, I should probably call the OB/GYN and give them a heads up on my positive test. I remembered that they have a specific routine for their pregnant patients, starting with an initial consult with a nurse (blood and urine tests to confirm pregnancy, questions and answers, etc) and then moving on to appointments with doctors. I felt a little guilty at the thought of knowingly breaking the rules and surprising them with my news at an appointment that was meant for something else.
And I was right, when I called, they wanted to move my appointment to next week. Since I’m not having any issues or concerns at the moment, they didn’t see any reason to see me sooner and I’m okay with that.
So, new appointment is scheduled for July 2nd. Mark your calendars!
I have so much to start off with – I’ll try to cram it into this one first post!
I guess to start, I should come out with the reason for this blog to begin with: we’re having our third baby! Eeeep! 
There’s a funny little story leading up to us getting our first positive test.
We had only started trying a couple of cycles ago. As some of you may know, our last baby took almost 18 months to conceive so we both excpected a long road ahead. I hadn’t gotten all hard-core “ttc” (trying to conceive) yet, I hadn’t gotten the fertility monitor that helped us conceive our last one, and I was only half-assed charting. So when I got not one, but two negative pregnancy tests a few weeks ago, it wasn’t a terrible shock. I was busy with Jag’s 6th birthday, his kindergarten graduation and transitioning the whole family into summer break mode. I had plenty to keep me busy. And stressed. Hence the late period, or so I thought.
Fast forward to about a week and a half ago. I started having some light spotting and thought, how odd. I’ve only ever spotted when pregnant. I got a little worried, since I had gotten two negative tests previously, and stupidly did some internet searches that led me to “menopausal spotting.” Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. EVERYONE told me so. But I’ve had some bizarre cycle patterns in the past, and I was scared and worried so I called and made an appointment with my OB/GYN.
A couple of days later, the nausea started. The sore boobs. The food aversions. The exhaustion. I made more than a few comments to Jason that something must be really wrong with me because I feel JUST like I do when pregnant. (are you laughing yet?) Jason kept saying “maybe you are,” but I refused to entertain that idea. I mean, I had taken two tests, they were negative!
In my own defense, I can’t count the number of times I’ve been disappointed by negative tests. I really don’t look for opportunities to go through it again.
Finally, on Friday, Jason talked me into testing one more time. He had taken the day off work, so after lunch I zipped up to the drug store to buy a test. I came home, went straight into the bathroom and peed on the stick.
And there you have it. Pregnant! So pregnant that the “pregnant” line is WAY darker than the test line, even! According to my last cycle’s half-assed chart, I’m seven weeks along already!
It’s kind of weird finding out this late in the game. With both of my previous pregnancies, I found out at 4 weeks. So far I’m finding it to be mostly a good thing. Only a handful of weeks until we can make an official announcement to our friends and extended family (we’ve told close family already). The second trimester doesn’t feel like it’s forever away. Fewer weeks to deal with all those first trimester worries. The only drawback I’ve come up with so far - I didn’t know I was pregnant, so I’ve enjoyed a few beers here and there, taken ibuprofen for my headaches, etc. Nothing major, but things I normally wouldn’t have done obviously.
I still have my “menopause” appointment this coming week, so I’m going to go ahead and go since it’s right around the time they’d want to see me initially anyway.
Sometime in the next few days I’ll have to take a “before” belly shot, and maybe step on the scale for a “before” weight. Unfortunately I’m starting out this time about 10 or 12 pounds heavier than I did with Kat’s pregnancy… still hoping to gain very little and have a peanut of a baby again though.
Not sure what to expect on the VBAC front. My first child was a c-section, and my second was a VBAC attempt ending in c-section. I don’t know what my doctor’s policies are on VBAC after 2 c-sections. If they’ll allow me to try, I will. If not, I’ll not fight it or try to find another provider. I felt I was given a very fair chance last time around, especially given the circumstances (sent to the hospital at 38 weeks with low amniotic fluid levels detected on an ultrasound) and I even felt that my doctors were genuinely disappointend for me when it didn’t work out (one even shed a couple of tears with me as I cried upon the decision to do the c-section) so I trust their judgement.
Oh, and about the name of the blog… we are a perfectly, evenly divided family. We have 2 girls (myself and Kat) and 2 boys (Jason and Jag). Even when you count the dogs, we’re even steven. This baby will be our tie breaker!
So there you have it – the beginning of The Tie Breaker. Tune in later for more!
