Most of you who read the blog with any sort of regularity have noticed my new ticker on the right. Yep, if you didn't you can slap your forehead now because you missed my sneak announcement of our big news. We're expecting Baby #3 in June (most likely May) of 2011. We might be crazy but ... well ... yeah we're just crazy.
So I've learned a few things about being pregnant over the years. The last 3 years, actually. Before 2007, I knew nothing about being pregnant. Now my body is on autopilot.
This time around, I knew I was pregnant before I even peed on a stick. Yep, that's what they call it on the babycenter.com message boards. POAS. Pee On A Stick. Kinda gross, right? Some of those girls get way more detailed than just that with their posts and I just have to shake my head. Seriously, they're excited about being pregnant for the first time. They just don't know what's coming. I was short of breath one night and I thought ... hmmmm, now that's not normal. It was still early but I had a leftover test from a previous month (when it would have been an absolute "oops" if it had been). So I took the test about a week, 7 days, before I would have even thought something was up. It had only been 3 weeks since I last knew I wasn't knocked up so I really didn't expect much. I'll be damned if there wasn't a line there! A faint one but a line none-the-less. Like I said, I've learned a few things and one is that a faint line, no matter how barely-there it is, is a LINE. Period. So naturally, as someone who has been through this before, I ran to the store and bought more tests. This time I didn't screw around and went with the digital ones that just flat out say "PREGNANT" instead of dilly dallying around with faint lines and whatnot. Sure enough ... baby is on the way. I was technically only 3 weeks pregnant and almost wished I hadn't taken that test. I had to pour out my beer!! *gasp* I've learned to not question the line ... and not take a test before you've finished your drink!!
I found myself not making it to the doctor until a month later. I guess that's just the way they do things. I had to wait 4 agonizing weeks to be sure I wasn't losing my mind. In those 4 weeks, which took me to 7 weeks pregnant, I started showing. I guess it could have just been bloat but I didn't gain any weight and I couldn't button my pants already. It was like my body said, "Oh, I'll show you, lady. You want to do this again? OK - here's your instant ass!!" I find myself, now 11 weeks along, wearing maternity clothes. It's called the "warmed up" effect and I have to tell you, I've learned it's true and kind of mean. I thought I popped early with #2 but with #3, I popped before I should have even known I was pregnant.
I love that you're not supposed to share the good news until you're safely out of the first trimester but riddle me this ... if you're as big a lush as some people may or may not be ... and you volunteer to drive your friends to a concert for your first girls night out in months, how are they not supposed to know? They may have suspected but it's just not a secret I could keep, even at 5 weeks. Not to mention the fact that I am now wearing MATERNITY clothes and I'm still in the first tri-mester. Fear the belly. It can not be controlled. I had to announce on Facebook because I was worried I would bump in to someone (quite possibly literally bump into them since I'm big as someone 20 weeks along) and they would not want to ask if I just got fat(ter) or if I am pregnant. Why would they think anyone in their right mind would be pregnant with a 2 year old and a 1 year old home? So they would obviously not say anything and smile in awkward silence while they quietly tried to figure out how to refer me to Weight Watchers to control my obvious Little Debbie habit. I've learned that pregnancy should be celebrated, even early on, especially if it can't be hidden. ;)
Bottom line on the baby ...
I am due June 10th but will most likely have a repeat c-section about 2 weeks early. I'm not a candidate for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) because of the way they had to slice and dice me to get Emmy out. Something about the incision being a greater risk of rupturing during labor. *ouch* My Gestational Diabetes is back. I passed my one-hour Glucose Tolerance Test a couple weeks ago but continue to watch the carbs and poke my finger 4 times a day because my numbers have been a little off the whole time. I have gained "0" pounds so far, thanks to the diet and the nausea. Still haven't thrown up because of pregnancy at all but boy that nausea can get to me. I have had 2 ultrasounds already and baby looks good. At my 10 week appointment, I saw a very familiar picture when the lady got a GREAT shot of the "parts". To me, it looked like a girl but I'm already identifying with this one as a little boy. I meet my new specialist on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving and my OB said he'll probably be able to tell me pink or blue at that appointment so we'll just have to wait and see! The new specialist will be the puppet master of this pregnancy. He'll manage the diabetes as well as watch me closely for signs of pre-term labor since Emmy came so early. I'll possibly have to take weekly shots throughout the second trimester to keep me from going into labor and they'll also make sure they don't need to stitch me shut. Yeah, they do that. *double ouch*
All this talk about me being pregnant is making me hungry. Guess the philly cheesesteak from lunch is already in baby's belly so I'm off to find a snack.
1 comment:
Yeah, so excited for you guys!!!
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