I'm pregnant! It was a surprise (I am always surprised, it seems), but nothing I can't live with.
We found out when I was about four weeks along. I tried to call my former OB's office to ask some questions and get some information, understandably being a little gunshy since the miscarraige a few years ago, and they were very rude and not helpful in the least. Thus wounded, I went to my family doctor and asked him for a referral to an OB. I am THRILLED with my new OB. He is wonderful. On my first visit we actually sat at his desk, in his office, and talked for a good fifteen minutes, before we even got down to the exam. I was atonished.
I have seen baby twice via ultrasound (the transvaginal variety, oh joy). The first time I was only five weeks, so there wasn't much to see. The second time I was just shy of 11 weeks, and you could see the fluttery heartbeat, which was amazing. Then I got to hear the heartbeat, which was also amazing and tear inducing. A very lazy child, though. The first time I saw Jacelyn on ultrasound I was nine weeks pregnant and she was doing acrobatics, so that was what I had to go on. Not this child. This child was lazing around, moving only an occassional shoulder or kicking a leg. It seemed more like we were disturbing it than anything else.
Brian is trying his best (he says) to get home. I have already told him that I will not bring this baby home to his mother's house, nor will I be trying to move and unpack in the midst of my third trimester, so his window is narrowing. We shall see. If he can't get home soon I think we're going to have to find a place anyway and he'll just have to deal with it.
Like I said before, I'm surprised, but happy. What else could I be? I'm 12 weeks today, so I'm "safe" or at least safer. I'm a nervous wreck, that's for sure. But I'm getting by. Anyway, now you know. And I haven't told my dad or family yet, so if you are family or you know my family, don't say anything until I can.
We have told Jacelyn (in the last couple of days). She is thrilled and says that she is pretty certain it's a girl, but, it could be a boy, maybe a little bit, but it's probably a girl. Just between you, me, and the internet, I'm having pretty strong girl feelings myself.
That's about it. The general overall ickiness of the first trimester is starting to subside, slowly, but starting to go. Whew. I'm still tired, but I think that's just how things are going to be. Peeing a lot, hungry every couple of hours. I can't fit into half my clothes - you really do show sooner with your second, that is totally true. I'm not wearing maternity yet, though. Ok, around the house as pajamas, I am, but not out - I refuse to right now. And my bra size? Holy bazongas, Batman, the girls are enormous. ENORMOUS. My hips and thighs have expanded somewhat, which is frustrating, but I have to remind myself that 1. it's for a good cause, 2. it's mostly fluid, not fat, and 3. I lost it once, I can lose it again. My weight gain is fine, so that's going well. Right in line with where its' supposed to be. All my bloodwork came back fine. Everything is going just fine, suspiciously fine, which of course makes me think that doomsday is right around the corner. I'm such an optimist.
I'll keep everyone updated. Later!