*after reading this post, I realize it would be much more exciting if I'd uploaded some pics to help tell the story. Well....that would take time. And time is something I don't have much of. If I get around to uploading them, I'll post a link in a newer blog. Deal?*
Like I mentioned before, I found out I was pregnant with Theo super early...4 weeks and 1 day. So the first trimester that I couldn't tell anyone dragged on and on. I remember early signs or symptoms such as suddenly having to pee all the time, my boobs got big and sore, and there were a few days of crampiness and spotting right after I found out and that scared the crap out of me. It turned out okay, as I ended up getting a couple extra ultrasounds out of it and heard his heart beat for the first time at 6 weeks.
The 12 week appointment was kind of fun because we got to see his little arms and legs on the ultrasound and afterwards, I paraded around my office with the printouts. There was one perfect picture of his tiny hand where his thumb was 90 degrees from his pointer finger like an "L." Right then was when I knew he was gonna be super cute.
At 14+ weeks we had a bunch of stupid genetic testing done, because I thought if something was wrong with my baby, I wanted time to plan and prepare for it. Reasons that was a dumb idea: 1) It's not like I would have aborted it regardless 2) It was too late and the results weren't even reliable 3) It ended up costing us $600+ out of pocket because it wasn't medically necessary.
At 18 weeks, we found out our little munchkin was a boy. The ultrasound tech said at 14 weeks that she thought she saw a penis but it could have just been the cord in the way so she wouldn't commit to her hunch with any certainty. I figured it was a boy, but I don't know if it was becuase of some motherly instinct or if it was because I secretly hoped to have a girl first. Okay, not so secretly. When we found out it was a boy, I don't think either of us were surprised. Happy either way, but not surprised. I was just glad to finally know SOMETHING about the baby so I could start planning and buying stuff.
I started showing aroung 16 or 17 weeks. Man, was I impatient. I wanted that cute belly like crazy. Too bad there's a period of about 2 months where you just look fat, not pregnant. I don't know how cute it was when it showed up, but it did. I think I was 18 weeks and 5 days when I felt what I knew for sure were kicks. It was so cute - I was sitting on the couch, using the laptop and I felt some flutters. I yelled at Theo's daddy and he came running in and put his hand on my belly, thinking he would be able to feel him too. I was closer to 22 weeks when he was able to, but that was kind of a fluke. He wasn't able to feel much again until 24 - 26 weeks.
Heartburn developed around 24 weeks and lingered with me throughout the pregnancy. The first time I had it, I thought I must be dying. For people who get heartburn all the time, pregnant or not...oh man. Your life sucks. I'd never had heartburn before and it felt like my throat was closing up to where I couldn't breathe. It was hot and painful and made my eyes water. It subsided after 10-15 seconds, but often came back multiple times. Sometimes what I ate seemed to make a difference, but towards the end, it didn't matter much at all. Tums and Zantac were my BFFs for awhile.
The belly was definitely getting big by 28 weeks, which was the week of Christmas. I had my 2 hour glucose tolerance test that week and the 3 hour test at 30 weeks, then my result...BIG FAT FAIL. I will write another blog on Gestational Diabetes, but from there on out, I was on a strict diet and was checking my blood sugar 4x a day. Ick.
Also around 30 weeks, I went into major freakout mode because all we had in the baby's room was furniture and a few clothes. No carseat, no stroller, no mattress, no changing pad, diapers, etc. Nothing! And no baby showers were scheduled yet so I was nervous about lots of things. Then, everything magically fell into place.
I had a baby shower at 34 weeks and another one at 35 weeks. I am still astounded by everyone's generosity. We barely bought anything in Theo's room. In fact, I can look around his room today and identify pretty much every item in there and who it was a gift from. The only big purchases we made were his furniture and bouncy seat.
After Theo was born, we traveled 7+ hours (it's supposed to take 5) to my mom's, where she threw Theo a book party. Since we already had everything we needed, mom asked everyone to bring a favorite children's book with an inscription.
My husband's work threw him a "diaper shower" so everyone brought a pack or a box of diapers. My sweet cousin, who works at a hospital, can get diapers at a discount so she has given us TONS of them. I'm happy to say that we have only bought diapers at the store ONE time in over 6 months...in case you didn't know, that's pretty awesome!
To date, I have sent out over 80 thank you cards (and I still have a short list of names on the dry erase board of people I still need to send them to). So overwhelmed by the love!
I remember around 34 or 35 weeks thinking "what's wrong with people? Being pregnant's not so bad!" I had heard so many people talking about being DONE with pregnancy and taking all sorts of measures to try to coax their bodies into labor. I was in no hurry. I figured that I was a lot less busy than I would be after the baby was born, not to mention the physical discomfort I would be experiencing after giving birth!
That mindset changed pretty rapidly once I hit 36 or 37 weeks. Everything was uncomfortable. Sitting. Standing. Lying down. Showering. Eating. Using the bathroom. Tying my shoes. Everything. Every day was a day when I couldn't imagine being pregnant for another 24 hours. Each week felt like a lifetime. Ooof, that was rough.
At my 38 week appointment, the doctor suggested an induction the following Monday, which was the day I would reach 39 weeks. After asking a million questions, we agreed and started reciting Theo's birthday in our heads. March 8th ... it has a nice ring to it. :)
One thing I liked about the timing of my pregnancy was the weather. It gets damn cooooold in the midwest for several months at a time. While the winter wasn't too extreme last year, the coldest parts of the winter were towards the very end of my pregnancy...January and February. I became so hot-natured that I would have to go stand outside in 10 degree weather after blow drying my hair. Everyone else would be freezing and I was comfortable for a change. I can't imagine being hugely pregnant through the summer. For anyone who has endured it...props to you.
Soooo, anyway...I went to the hospital on Sunday, March 7th to start the induction process, but that's a story for another day!
Have a great weekend, ya'll!