One more week until the second trimester! It's hard to believe we're already almost a third of the way there. This week you're about the size of a lime.
limes
I'm definitely starting to feel more pregnant. My belly is pushing out more, and I'm noticing more twinges and minor aches when I sit down, stand up, lean over, move around a bunch, walk, or even sometimes when I'm just standing/lying there.
Last night was a bit of a milestone -- it was the first night in many, many weeks that I didn't get up in the middle of the night, at least once, to pee! My uterus must be stretching upwards now, and expanding away from my bladder. I know it won't last long, because soon you'll be nice and big and smooshing everything inside of me. I also noticed that for the last day or two I'm feeling a little less fatigued. I'm still tired often during the day, but not as badly as I had been. And I've actually stayed up a little later than I've become accustomed to (going to bed with daddy around 8/8:30 had become the norm) the last couple of nights -- although I was still in bed, reading, and on my way to sleep by 9:30.
The announcements continue. I see our friend Jess this evening. And then hopefully tomorrow night I'll see our friends/neighbors JT and Aaron. I also told our friend Janae, via email (since she lives in Austin, TX and telling her in person would be practically impossible). Next week I plan to tell work, and I've already arranged to have lunch with the other women I work closely with next Thursday to tell them the news.
Christmas morning, Daddy and I headed over to Grandma and Grandpa Guerra's for brunch with them and Uncle Jason and Aunt Yen. At the tail end of our gift exchange, Daddy brought out a large box for your grandparents to open. Inside was a bunch of pink and blue helium balloons with a copy of one of the ultrasound pictures attached to the strings. Daddy captured the whole thing on video.
Later that day, we all headed over to Nana's house for dinner. There was a lot of family there, including Uncle Andy and Aunt Sandra, cousins Kayla and Lily, Uncle Jeff, Great Aunty Jeanette and Great Uncle Chris (as well as their roommate), Great Uncle Donald, Great Uncle David and Great Aunt Dora, and daddy's family came too. Right after we did our White Elephant gift exchange, I brought the box in for Nana to open. Nana's reaction was priceless! I keep cracking up at the scene in my head of Nana throwing the balloons to Great Aunty Jeanette (her sister)!
Then last night I told Alicia about it. She was very excited too! Didn't get that one on video, but there was jumping up and down and screaming!
It's definitely nice to have it out, and to not have to worry so much about hiding it anymore (although it cracks me up how many people claimed they "knew it!" or had side bets going on regarding whether I was pregnant)! We still have a few more close friends we plan to tell this week, and I also need to go see your Great Grandma Margaret to tell her, and the rest of that side of the family. But in another week or so, we'll probably be completely public with it!
Merry Christmas, little one! Today's the big day that we start telling the world about you! We're going to Grandma Joan and Grandpa Rick's first for brunch. And then later we'll go to Nana Shirley's for dinner. Daddy has the video camera all ready to go (although I was having all kinds of dreams last night that Daddy forgot to video tape it or that something else went wrong!) and we just need to fill the balloons with helium, attach the ultrasound picture and put everything inside the boxes. Fingers crossed that everything goes well!
We've hit 11 weeks today! Yesterday we had our second prenatal appointment, this time with Laura Ahn, the Nurse Practitioner we'll be seeing every other month. It turned out to be a very exciting appointment because we got to have another ultrasound!
Despite knowing that you're growing like a weed inside of me, I was still kind of shocked to see how big you had gotten versus our ultrasound from 3.5 weeks ago. You now looked like a baby instead of a little peanut, with noticeable arms and legs. You even waved to us and danced around for a bit, before finally deciding you were bored. Dr. Ahn kept trying to get you to roll over a bit so she could get a nice face shot, but you weren't falling for it. Stubborn like your parents!
While we didn't get to hear your heartbeat just yet, we did get to see it beating nicely on the ultrasound screen. Dr. Ahn also pointed out your brain to us, and we got a nice look at your face at one point (she just didn't print the picture out because she was hoping to get a better one). Daddy took some video, which shows you dancing around and the frontal shot.
She also measured your crown to rump length, and it turned out you were measuring at 11 weeks and 4 days! A full 5 days ahead of where you should be! Since I was meticulously charting my cycles, I know when I ovulated, and thus exactly where we should be, and 11 weeks and 4 days just wouldn't have been possible. Dr. Ahn said that it's nothing to worry about, since all babies grow at different rates, and that it just shows that you're growing very well. I also read later that sometimes babies will have growing spurts, and then slow down again for a few days. Perhaps we caught you just after one of those spurts. And then there's the possibility that you're just going to be a big kid. After all, your daddy is 6'2", and was 9 lbs 9 oz when he was born. This week you should be measuring at about the size of a fig.
figs
Last week was a bit rough with the fatigue. I'm sure the travel to Boston last week didn't help. Saturday night, your daddy and I went out to dinner and came home about 6:30. It was cold, so we decided to crawl into bed and watch TV and snuggle. Except we didn't last long -- we both fell asleep not long after. We woke for a little bit around 10, and watched the end of a movie on TV before turning back in for the night (I also used a little of that time to have my second episode of vomiting since getting pregnant -- but I think it was from eating too much at dinner). I got up a little after 7 the next morning. It felt nice to sleep for so long, although I was still exhausted later that day. I've been falling asleep on the couch pretty early every night, and going to bed early with your daddy (who has to be up like an hour and a half before I do for work. I keep hearing it gets better in the second trimester, so I'm looking forward to that. It has been really rough to prepare for Christmas with being so exhausted and not having any time in the evenings to get stuff done (since I'm going to bed so early).
This upcoming week is going to be a very exciting one! We're announcing to the family on Christmas! I've got this whole surprise worked out, and I hope it goes well. Since we're having brunch at your Grandma and Grandpa Guerra's Christmas morning, we'll surprise them first. And then we'll be heading over to Nana Shirley's house for dinner, where we'll get to surprise her. Later next week we'll start telling our closest friends, and then probably announce more broadly after the New Year. I'm certainly looking forward to not having to hide it anymore!
Okay, get your rest my sweet baby, and mommy will try to too. Lots of exciting things to come!
We're now in double digits and 25% through the pregnancy! We're also getting that much closer to announcing to everyone, and being at the end of the first trimester.
I know I'm a day late in posting this, but yesterday was a long day. I spent the whole week in Boston for work, and flew back yesterday. By the time I got home I was exhausted and looking forward to my own bed. It was a really busy week of running around to all of the trainings and meetings I had set up. There was really no time for relaxing, or sight seeing or anything like that. Nonetheless, it was quite an experience and I did have some fun (despite feeling exhausted all week). I'm glad to be back home, where I'm more comfortable though. It was a challenge all week trying to hide you (with my need to avoid certain foods, and not drinking any alcohol, and looking kind of "puffy" around the middle).
I think this last week is about the time that you would begin drinking the amniotic fluid, and that your taste buds should have begun forming around week 8. I got to eat lobster a couple of times this week, so perhaps you got your first taste of that (since whatever I eat will "flavor" the amniotic fluid)! Such a refined palette you're developing!
kumquats
Developmentally, you're now about the size of a kumquat.... I can't say I've ever had or seen a kumquat in person, so this week's "fruit" isn't really doing much for me except making me scratch my head and say "kum-qwhat?" Other sources compare you to a prune. Somehow, I imagine a kumquat being the tastier of the two.
We also got the news earlier this week that your daddy is not a carrier of the cystic fibrosis gene! It's definitely a relief. You still have a 50/50 chance of being a carrier yourself, but being a carrier shouldn't have any negative impact on your health, and will not cause cystic fibrosis for you.
We've reached week 9, and I'm feeling fine! Well... mostly. Still pretty exhausted. Between the general fatigue, long days at work, crazy dreams and waking at least once in the middle of the night to pee, I'm pooped. Although, I'm also not complaining, because still no real morning sickness. I don't recall any days where I was feeling "icky" most of the day either in this last week, and the previous week's voracious appetite settled down some. I've had a few new breakouts on my face in the last few days as well, which is kind of obnoxious.
grapes
I'm starting to notice my lower pelvic area getting a little "puffier", although I'm not really "showing". According to the books, my uterus should be doubled in size by now (and roughly the size of a grapefruit), and you are now about the size of a grape or green olive. You're getting bigger and bigger every day, so it won't be too long before I'm showing for real!
Last week was dominated mostly by your daddy being down in Irvine for work training, and wrapping my brain around the whole cystic fibrosis thing. Oh, and Christmas shopping! I managed to put a really good dent in that this week too. Your cousin, Lily, is almost one so shopping for toys and things for her felt a little extra special, because many of the toys and things I came across might be things you'll own one day. I found myself wondering what kinds of toys you'd like best. Will you have a favorite stuffed animal or blanket that never leaves your side? Will a musical toy get you dancing with glee? Maybe you'll love when mommy and daddy read you a particular book. Or perhaps you'll be gaga over something that lets you explore and be active.
Next week, we travel to Boston for mommy's work. It'll be the first time out there for both of us! It promises to be a very busy week, with back to back training sessions, and meetings, and lunches and holiday parties. There will be little to no time for exploring around Boston, unfortunately. But I'd almost rather share that with your daddy (and possibly you) someday anyway. Travel and culture is something I really hope to expose you to as you get older. Neither me or your daddy got to do a lot of traveling as kids, for varying reasons, so we've tried to incorporate that into our adult lives. There is so much that we haven't had the chance to see yet though, and I look forward to making future family trips and memories out of that with you and daddy and any other siblings you may someday have. For instance, earlier this year daddy and I took a small road trip down the coast of California for our anniversary. As I was researching for the trip, I came across a blog about a young family that had packed up their van and started driving across the country, exploring. Their kids were young, but it really looked like such a special trip, and a lot of fun. I would love to do something just like that as a family one day.
I spoke with the doctor today about the cystic fibrosis carrier result from my blood sample. Daddy will hopefully go early next week to have blood drawn as well so they can test him for the gene. I was able to ask the doctor if they knew the specific mutation I carry, and she told me it's the most common mutation, Delta-F508.
In the meantime, I've done a little more research and learned a few interesting things. According to Wikipedia: "The CFTR protein—when in the proper position—opens channels in the cell membrane which release chloride ions out of the cells. This causes osmosis to draw water out of the cell. The ΔF508 mutation can prevent the CFTR from moving into its proper position in the cell." Another source mentioned that being a carrier does mean that one half of that complete gene pair doesn't work, but that the "healthy" gene is enough to allow the body to function without creating problems.
Interestingly, there is also some benefit to being a carrier. According to Wikipedia: "Being a heterozygous carrier (having a single copy of ΔF508) results in decreased water loss during diarrhea. This prevents dehydration, and vastly increases the chances of surviving cholera. This same effect may occur during Typhoid Fever, leading to heterozygote advantage and an increase in the frequency of this mutation." So I guess I'll have to remember that next time I've got the runs! Another study I came across had found what appeared to be a link between carriers of Delta-F508 (in Italian and Scottish populations specifically), and a lower incidence of Chron's disease (incidentally, something my Uncle Donald -- my mom's brother -- was diagnosed with a few years ago).
Also very interesting was that clubbed fingers can be a symptom of cystic fibrosis. I mentioned earlier that I have clubbed thumbs. I didn't mention that my index and middle fingers on both hands are also a little "wide and flat" compared to my pinkie and ring fingers (and the fingers of other people) -- not nearly to the extent of my thumb though. So, that makes me wonder if possibly the clubbed thumbs and the CF carrier gene are somehow related?
I received a call from our doctor yesterday evening about the results from the prenatal blood work that was done last week when we went in for our first appointment. According to the doctor's message, everything came back fine -- except for one "abnormality". Apparently, I am a carrier of the cystic fibrosis gene.
Of course, at first my heart sank at the news. Thank God for smart phones, because I was able to quickly Google what this meant. The "good" news is that being a carrier means you only have one copy of the gene, and it requires two copies for cystic fibrosis to manifest. We will need to have daddy tested as well, to find out if he's a carrier too. But, somewhat reassuringly, even if he is a carrier there appears to be only a 25% chance that you would have two copies of the gene (and thus have cystic fibrosis). If daddy isn't a carrier, we're "safe", except that there's still a 50% chance that you will be a carrier of the gene too (if daddy does have the gene there's also a 50% chance of you being a carrier and a 25% chance of you not having the gene at all).
I have no knowledge of anyone in my family having cystic fibrosis, so this came as a bit of a shock to me. However, apparently it's not uncommon for a single "carrier" gene to get passed down throughout the generations without a matching gene entering the picture to "activate" it. I really wish I could call my mom and discuss it with her, and see what (if anything) she knows, but it will have to wait until we announce the pregnancy.
It has highlighted for me how little I know about a whole half of my background. My biological father is not in my life, and hasn't been since I was an infant. I don't know that side of the family at all, and have very little information about them, genetic or otherwise. Perhaps those are other questions I'll need to broach with my mom once we've announced the pregnancy. I don't know how much she will know, but it would be good to fill in whatever gaps I can. Particularly if there are diseases in the family that I should be aware of, both for you and for myself.
One of the toughest parts of the last few weeks (and probably the next few weeks) has been trying to hide the pregnancy from everyone. We've decided to err on the side of caution, and not share the news until the end of the first trimester, just in case something goes wrong (so we don't have to deal with "untelling" a bunch of people). Plus, we decided it would be fun to announce to the families at Christmas, and we want to make sure all of your grandparents know first before we start telling friends and others.
I feel like it's totally obvious that something's up, and have this fear that everyone already knows or has a suspicion. The not drinking has been the big "giveaway" I'm worried about. My birthday was just a few days after we learned we were pregnant, and we went out to dinner with a bunch of family and friends. I stuck to water. But normally I might have had a margarita or something (since we were having Mexican). Then the weekend after Thanksgiving, we went out to a winery for dinner for your grandparent's anniversary. Everybody except me and daddy ordered wine. Daddy was on call for work, and couldn't drink, plus he had gotten food poisoning a day or so before and had a very sensitive stomach. But, it must have looked unusual that I wasn't having any wine. I used the excuse that I had to drive out there because daddy was feeling so sick and weak (which was true), and thus couldn't have any wine. But I couldn't help feeling like it was still totally obvious. And then this last weekend was our friend Alicia and Cheyne's 30th birthday celebration. I arranged with the waiter to bring me a virgin mojito, but to pretend it was alcoholic. Except he kind of played it up a little too much (he handed it to me and claimed it was a "double shot", and then snatched it back and looked at the receipt before giving it back and asking me to take a sip to be sure it was right) -- right in front of Alicia. I have a feeling she already suspects because I was complaining to her a couple of weeks ago about being tired and she asked "are you pregnant"... to which I quickly stammered out a "no" and a really lame excuse. Next week I fly out to Boston for work, and the big company holiday party will be happening Tuesday. Plus 7 of my office mates will also be out there. So I'm going to have to figure out some crafty ways to not raise any suspicions with any of them!
Cheyne, Alicia, Mommy and Daddy at Cheyne & Alicia's 30th Birthday Party
Then there's the belly. I'm not exactly showing yet... but I feel like my belly is popping out more anyway. A lot of it is probably from bloating, and also the fact that food just sits in my stomach forever after eating, because my digestion has slowed waaaay down. I've only gained a net of 3 lbs (I've fluctuated between 2-3 lbs higher than where I was on Halloween), but my pants definitely feel snugger, and I can't really wear anything too tight without my belly looking kind of bulgy. I've taken to wearing looser tops to help camouflage it, but I don't have a ton of those in my closet (so I've already been shopping for clothes I can wear as my belly expands). On Saturday, at Alicia and Cheyne's party, I put on a cute sparkly top and cardigan, and daddy informed me that I "looked pregnant". Ugh... So, I put on some Spanx, which definitely helped, but I felt pretty uncomfortable all night. I'm also finding that if I try to suck my stomach in, even for a second, it feels uncomfortable, if not slightly painful.
3 more weeks and the secret will be out...
In the meantime, I keep trying to remind myself that if someone is suspicious they probably won't say anything, and if they do it's okay if I lie (even if I hate lying about it, and probably suck horribly at it). And once we've shared the big news, I'll be able to relax and not have to worry about such stupid, trivial things, and instead start fretting over the important stuff -- like how to decorate your nursery or what in the world we're going to name you if you're a boy (since we've already agreed on two girl's names)!
We've officially hit the two month mark today! With a little more than 7 months to go, it feels like it's already kind of flying by. In three weeks we'll be announcing to our families, and then to friends and others. And then it's on to the second trimester!
Obviously this past week was an exciting one, given that we had our first appointment and got to see you for the first time. I just love looking at the little sonogram picture, and imagining what you'll be like. Are you a little boy or a girl? I know some women feel like they "know" before they really do, but honestly I don't have a strong feeling one way or another. Will you look more like mommy or daddy? Will you be more quiet, reserved and shy like daddy? Or will you be a passionate firecracker like your mom? Chances are you'll be stubborn and competitive, like both of your parents. Or, maybe not! Perhaps you'll share your dad's deep love of music, or your mom's love of reading. Maybe you'll have strong organizational skills like daddy, or your mommy's creativity and eye for design. I can't wait to see who you become.
raspberries
At this point you're only about the size of a raspberry (another source likened you to a gummy bear), and your little hands and feet have started developing fingers and toes. You should also have tiny eyelids, and your upper lip and ears should be forming now. You're getting bigger and bigger every day, and in a few short weeks you'll be the size of a lime!
I've been mostly feeling good this last week. The fatigue is still my biggest symptom, which can be rough on its own. Some days I really just want to lay my head on my desk and take a nap -- but I'm right out in the open and everyone would see. And I've been trying really hard to not raise any suspicions if I can help it. I did vomit once, earlier this week -- but I'm not sure if it was morning sickness or a coincidence. I had a gag reflex while brushing my tongue (which I've had happen before), but unlike every other time in the past, this time I actually threw up a little. Not pleasant.... Most days I feel super hungry, and I've been trying to eat smaller meals throughout the day to help with that. I find that I feel good when I'm eating, but shortly after I finish I'm starving again. Yesterday was an awful day. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before due to some unpleasant dreams, and waking at about 2:30 am with my mind racing, and unable to fall back asleep for like 45 minutes. I developed a headache early on in the day, and I think it may have been partially related to suddenly feeling very sensitive to fragrant smells. Any sort of perfume-like fragrance was just assaulting my nose. By the time I got home last night I felt like complete crap and really just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. Your daddy was very sweet, and cuddled with me for a little bit before running out to grab a healthy dinner of Taco Bell (not something I'd normally eat... but it that fresco bean burrito seemed to really hit the spot).
Our first prenatal appointment was today, with Dr. Pham-Thomas. Daddy came with me, and we both got to see you!
You're measuring right on target, at 7 weeks and 3 days, and the doctor confirmed your due date as July 13th. We got to see you, and the yolk sac, and your little heart beating at a healthy 167 beats per minute!
At Mommy's request, Daddy also captured you on film for the first time. You can see your heart beating nice and strong.
It's such a relief to have that confirmation that everything looks good so far! Hopefully it will help ease some of that anxiety I've been feeling the last few weeks, where I had no clue what was going on in there, and if everything was okay. I still have no control over how you're developing, and I'll have to wait awhile before I get to see you again. But I have something tangible (the ultrasound photos and the video) to hang onto in the meantime.
7 weeks today! Symptoms have still been fairly mild. I've had a few days of feeling kind of "icky", and some soreness returning to my breasts, and I still get fatigued by mid day (particularly when I'm at work). But, overall I feel pretty good.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. We spent it at Grandma Margaret's, with my dad's side of the family. I brought mashed sweet potatoes with a brown sugar pecan crust. They were a hit! I definitely ate too much, and by the end of the evening I had a good sized food baby. It made me feel kind of icky later in the evening though, so I guess I'll have to take it easy for the rest of the holiday season.
Monday we have our first prenatal appointment. I'm really hoping we get to see you or hear your heartbeat. But I'm not really sure what to expect at this point.
blueberries
The books I've been reading have you at roughly the size of a blueberry now -- you're growing up so fast! Your little hands and feet and elbows should be forming. I wonder if you'll have my thumbs... I have something called brachydactyly type D (aka "clubbed thumbs"), which causes my thumbs to be short and wide at the tip. My thumbs also bend 90 degrees backward, with little effort, which I'm not sure is directly related to the clubbed thumb thing. Apparently it's an inherited, dominant trait, so you just might!
We've reached 6 weeks today! Your tiny heart should be beating inside me now, and your little eyes, ears, mouth, and your arm and leg buds should be forming now -- I wonder who you're going to take after? I hope you get daddy's lips and his gorgeous, long eyelashes. Mommy's eye color would certainly be nice (although I'm not holding my breath).
We also hope you inherit my immune system. Daddy is pretty sick right now with a bad cold that started when we got back from Texas. Daddy tends to get sick with some frequency and ease, whereas I rarely do. I always joke that it's probably because daddy is such a germaphobe, and I go around licking doorknobs have a bit more "carefree" attitude and thus have likely gotten small dose exposures to things over time that have allowed my immune system to learn how to fight it without actually making me sick. Who knows -- maybe by the time you're reading this science will have figured this stuff out and you'll be laughing at my silly, antiquated hypothesis.
sprinkles
You should be roughly the size of sprinkle on an ice cream cone. Hmm... maybe I should have some frozen yogurt with a few sprinkles to celebrate! Frozen yogurt does have calcium, after all, and that's good for you and me both.
I love you, my little sprinkle monster. I hope you're warm and snug and growing nicely!
You're kicking my butt today, little one! Normally I can make it past lunch time before I feel like I need a nap. But today the fatigue started kicking in before lunch. I feel incredibly unfocused too. Not a good combo while I'm at work. Hopefully this doesn't get a lot worse, or I don't know how I'll ever get any work done!
My symptoms still tend to be on the light side, and pretty much the same ones as before. Still no real morning sickness (just a few times where my tummy has felt slightly "off"). I know I shouldn't complain because that could start up any day now.
I'm anxiously awaiting our first doctor's appointment, in 12 days. It has really struck me in the last few days how little control I have over what's going on with you inside me. Obviously, there are some things I can do (and not do) to help... but for the most part you're growing and changing and turning into a little baby all on your own. It's hard for me, since I'm so used to being in control of things. I thrive on information, and hate being kept in the dark about stuff. But that's just what I'm dealing with here. You may be nestled deep inside my belly, but I can't see you or touch you or hear you. Most of the time I don't even feel pregnant -- although, I'm not exactly sure what that's supposed to feel like either.
For the most part, right now, I just want to hear your little heart beat (it should be formed and beating now), and maybe (hopefully!) see you on an ultrasound. I just want to know that everything, so far, is developing normally. It's hard to accept that if something were to go wrong, there's really nothing I can do to stop it or know about it in advance so I can "prepare". I have been wanting you for such a long time, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that. It's a true exercise in patience, faith and accepting that so much in life is firmly out of my control. But, I imagine those are good traits to strengthen and develop for parenthood!
Yesterday marked 5 weeks (3 since you were conceived). No picture this time since it's still too early to have a belly. You're roughly the size of a sesame or apple seed now, your spine, brain and circulatory system should be formed, and your heart just about to start beating (if it hasn't already).
sesame seeds
You also took your first trip (and first journey out of California) yesterday. Daddy and I flew to Austin, Texas to attend the wedding of our friends Janae and Phil. Janae was one of my bridesmaids. She's the last of my bridesmaids to get married (the other two were married last year).
Today also marks the 14 year anniversary of when me and daddy started dating. We were seniors in high school (at different schools), and only 17 years old. So young!
Daddy and I "met" about a year earlier on a BBS (which was essentially a pre-internet message board that was run off of someone's personal computer; users dialed in using a modem to connect and post). Daddy and I talked a little on there, but when the board we met on closed down, we temporarily lost touch. I was also active on my friend Dan's board, and daddy decided to log on there to see if he could find me. We started chatting again, and a few months later we began talking on the phone.
Over the next few months, we developed a close friendship, and finally met in person on August 8, 1997. Daddy came out to meet me at a bus stop near the doctor's office I was working at. We began hanging out every weekend, and secretly developing feelings for each other.
On November 8, we shared our first kiss. It wasn't planned or expected, but it was magical! It took us a few days to make it official though, so that's why November 12 became our dating anniversary.
We're about 4 weeks and 5 days today. Some of my symptoms have actually decreased a bit since last week. Part of me has a bit of anxiety about it -- could it mean something is wrong? Should symptoms be getting worse? Why haven't I had any morning sickness yet (or am I being a turkey for complaining about not having morning sickness)?
It's all so overwhelming, and new, and scary. I couldn't be more excited about having you on board. But, it's strange that I don't really "feel pregnant". I have some symptoms (missed period, sore breasts, constipation, gassiness, bloating, a couple of skin breakouts, and my hair is a little greasier). But many of them are mild. Again, I probably shouldn't complain!
I also met a nice woman on the train this morning that's due about a week or so before me. It was nice to chat with someone about being pregnant, especially since she's only about 10 days ahead of me.
Yes, your mom is a dork. Embrace it. She'll be embarrassing you with her goofiness for years to come. You'll grow to love it one day!
Here are a couple of pictures of me at the 4 week mark. Obviously, I'm not showing yet (that's just my food baby).
You are currently about the size of a poppy seed. So itty bitty, but you're rapidly growing and will soon have mommy bursting at the seams.
poppy seeds
Here's a fun little questionnaire I found on another blog, that I'm stealing to use here:
How far along? 4 weeks
Maternity clothes? I have two maternity dresses (including the black one I'm wearing in the picture above), and I bought two BeBands. Otherwise, I don't need to wear any yet.
Stretch marks? Just the ones I already had.
Sleep: Good. Not surprising considering how fatigued I've been throughout the day.
Best moment this week: Finding out I was pregnant with you! In fact, that was the best moment of the year!
Miss Anything? Turkey sandwiches and blue cheese.
Movement: None. Too early.
Food cravings: No real cravings. Although I did want a juicy hamburger for dinner last night.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Fortunately nothing yet!
Have you started to show yet: Nope. Just the aforementioned "food baby"!
Gender: No clue.
Labor Signs: Waaaay too early
Belly Button in or out? In Wedding rings on or off? On Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy!
Looking forward to: Our first prenatal appointment on November 28th. I'm hoping we get to see you and hear your heartbeat!
Last night we went to visit your Great Grandpa Howard (my dad's dad). Great Grandpa is 91, and we just learned on Friday that he has Lymphoma. Unfortunately it's spreading too quickly, plus his kidneys are failing, his chest is filling up with fluids, and he can't eat. So, yesterday they sent him home with a hospice care worker.
Daddy and I went over to Great Grandpa and Great Grandma's house to spend time with him and the rest of the family. Lots of people were there: Great Grandma Margaret, Great Uncle Paul, Great Aunt Melinda, Great Uncle Loren, Uncle Andy, Cousin Kayla, Cousin Lily, Cousin Jason and Cousin Scott (I think they'd both be first cousin's once removed for you), Scott's wife Shauna, and their kids Second Cousin Abby and Second Cousin Emery.
Great Grandpa is on morphine right now, to ease his pain, so he's in and out of consciousness -- mostly in a semi-unconscious state where he appears to be sleeping, but if you talk to him he can hear and respond (with communicative noises, like you you'd make a noise to say "mm-hmm"/yes). A couple of times he's woken up long enough to have small conversations (with real words), but it doesn't last long, and usually the family comes running when he does.
So, at one point when I was standing by his bedside alone (the rest of the family was busy descending on the pizza that had just arrived), holding his hand, I bent over to whisper in his ear. I asked if he could hear me and he made a "yes" noise. So I told him that he had to keep it a secret (in case he wakes up and decides to spill to Great Grandma), but that daddy and I are pregnant. He immediately made this soft, happy sound, and squeezed my hand.
I'm so glad we got to tell him.
I wish you would have had a chance to meet him. He was such a great man, and lived a very full life. I'm going to miss him very much.
You can see most of it in the video below. I didn't have a lot of time to set up my phone to capture it on film, so you can't see me. But you can definitely see your daddy's reaction. I love how at first he's basically just digging the Converse paraphernalia (he later told me he thought it was a little ornament or something, until he noticed there were two of them). And then you can practically see the light bulb go off above his head! As soon as he puts the shoes fully back into the box, he pauses and stares right at me with "that look" and says "is this supposed to symbolize something?". I could watch that over and over again (and I kind of already have)!
Your daddy is very excited and happy, and even gave "you" (aka my belly) a kiss goodnight before he went to bed. We both can't wait to meet you in 9 months!
This morning I learned that you had begun your journey through life, deep within my belly. Although you don't know it, it's Halloween today, and the house is all decorated and the candy bowl filled and waiting. But you had your own little trick or treat surprise in store for me!
I tested this morning, using a very sensitive pregnancy test, and saw the faintest of lines. I've come to learn, through my research on trying to conceive you, that "a line is a line", even if it's faint! I'm only 10 days past ovulation (I can just see your future self cringing and thinking "Moooooom! Too much information!"), so it's to be expected that the line is very light. It should get stronger in the coming days.
I haven't told your daddy yet. I left him this morning, snuggled up in bed (it's his day off today). For now, I'm the only person in the world who knows you exist. It's a delicious, wonderful, special little secret, which I'm savoring for now because in a few short months, there will be no hiding you!
I plan to tell your daddy about you tonight. About two weeks ago I purchased your first pair of shoes -- a pair of baby black and white Converse "sneakers". Your daddy is a big fan of Converse shoes, so I know he's going to love them. I plan to wrap them up and give them to him tonight as a "Halloween present". I can't wait to see his reaction! I'm hoping to capture it on camera, but I can't seem to find the video camera, and didn't want to do too much digging around and make daddy suspicious (you can't get much past him; he's always alert and observant -- something you'll probably hate when you get older and start asserting your independence).
Your first pair of Converse
Not only did I learn about you on Halloween, but your estimated due date (based on conception date) is July 13th, 2012 -- which happens to be Friday the 13th! That makes you mommy's little monster. <3
I'm so excited to carry you for the next nine months, and can't wait to meet you next July. I've been hoping for and wanting you for a long time now, and finally that time has come. You're about to change our lives in a big way, and I couldn't be more thrilled!
