Thanks to everyone who's sent us emails and encouragment! I personally *really* appreciate all the great tips and advice so keep it coming! :-)
Today was exhausting. My bones are starting to ache from the inside out, and I never seem to be comfortable. The congestion is seeming to go away, which has been replaced by nausea. It seems to come in waves, morning - noon - night, and it isn't triggered anymore by smells or tastes.
But other than that, we're all doing really well! Bandit had been allowed "bedroom status" and had been sleeping with us on our bed. But in the past few nights, I've been constantly up and down - tossing and turning - and I've continued to wake him up. At 3 in the morning, it's not the best thing to have a puppy chewing on one's hair, or trying to play with your toes...so we've decided to listen to my Dad after all, and KEEP HIM IN HIS KENNEL.
Oh - and we posted a 1 month tummy picture, so check it out! It's just a little "nubbin" of a bump, and it's probably mostly because I'm retaining water - but you can see it!
2007-10-03 (5 weeks)
An Apple A Day...
Well, we just got back home from our first Doctor's appointment. They confirmed the pregnancy, which obviously we expected, and our Doctor went over everything we'll be expecting in the next few months. It was a bit overwhelming, a little bit scary, and very special. The Doctor kept reassuring me that I'm extremley healthy and he expects all to go very smoothly, which made me feel a lot better after reading all the "horror stories" out there on the internet.
Last night was probably one of the worst nights I've experienced so far. I was hot one minute, and cold the next, constantly throwing the covers off of me and then pulling them up to my chin. My sinus's were so congested, and I couldn't sleep very well because I was paranoid that somehow a cold would hurt the baby. Again, I need to stop reading things on the internet because all it's doing is making me paranoid. The Doc told me today however that my congestion is probably all part and parcel of my pregnancy, and is not actually a "cold virus".
Medically, I'm "five weeks and 2 days" pregnant, and this is because doctors will count the week after your last period, seeing as how they can't pinpoint exactly the time of conception. But really, our Doctor tells me I'm actually only about 3 weeks and 2 days preggo!
Apparently we have to wait until the sixth month for our first ultra sound, at which time we will be able to find out the gender of the baby - *IF* it's legs aren't crossed. heehee!
And last but not least, we found out that our little baby's due date is June Second, 2008! Chad is already guessing that our baby will wait until around June 10th to be born.
2007-10-02 (5 weeks)
The Little Things
I'm slowly starting to get used to the way my body feels right now. At first, I was finding it difficult to sleep at night or focus on anything, and now I don't really notice the pressure on my bladder or the constant hunger or the weird body chills (cold one minute, burning hot the next).
What I'm not used to, is knowing that I can't eat certain foods and I can't drink alcohol. Last night, Chad and I went out for dinner and I barely remembered that I couldn't have a drink. Which isn't a big deal, but it's strange to think that I can't have anything for the duration of the pregnancy.
My jeans are all getting tight, even around the bum and thigh area - and I am totally shocked at how much weight I've probably already put on. We had to buy a few pairs of extra large sweatpants because they were the only size that didn't feel like they were cinching my belly and putting more unwanted pressure down there.
Tomorrow is our first Doctor appointment! We're very excited, and I'm anxious to find out more about the pregnancy and the baby's growth.
2007-10-01 (5 weeks)
And it Happens
I have always been scared of babies. And by scared, I mean that I'm usually the girl to cross to the other side of the room in hopes to avoid a grinning, toothless, bouncing baby in the arms of it's Mother and a group of oogling girlfriends.
I don't really know why they've always put the fear of God into me. Maybe it's because I always figured that babies could *smell* the sudden downpour of sweat underneath my armpits, and hear my rapidly beating heart as I stared wide-eyed in horror as it approached, diaper clad and ready to drool all over my shoulder. It was as if they could spot me from a million yards away, and they knew that they could send shivers down my spine if they just opened their big gummy mouths and screamed.
Mostly I think I just have never known what to *do* with a baby. Once I have been handed the little goober (much to my dismay) it's like we stare at eachother in tense silence as if to say, "Okay. Now what?" And I have always rather avoided "finding out".
Thus, I've always stayed as far away as possible from those with babies, and those who have the look like they want to hand off their child to someone else. Don't get me wrong, I've always thought that little babies (at least most of them) are adorable. They have cute litlte ice-cream cone legs, and those big chubby cheeks that light up when they're laughing. I've always admired babies, but I've always admired them from afar.
And that my friends, is apparently going to end in about nine months. There is no shortage of fear here, folks, trust me. I've been trying to come to terms with the whole thing - and three pregnancy tests later I'm pretty sure that it's true.
I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. And I have to admit....it's kind of cool.
You know, in the totally deathly afraid of baby drool, poop, and screaming kind of a way.
