I’m a bad blogger! The last few weeks have been tough, I’m still sick and very tired. It’s all I can do to make it through work and life. I have been lucky enough to have a few days or a few hours in a day here and there where I can function. I’m 11 weeks 4 days today, we’re close to sharing our news publically (like on the internets, beyond this blog). Every time I think about it I get scared, so I keep holding back. However, if you see me there’s no hiding it. Here’s what I look like this week:
Week 11 now (L) Week 11 – Ian (R)
Yeah, I’m way bigger this time. I guess that whole “your body remembers” thing is true.
Our next Drs appointment is the nuchal translucency screening. I’ll be 13 weeks, it’s on Ian’s birthday. I think that’s when we’ll wait to share, when we know for sure everything is ok. At least as much as we can know anyway. I hate celebrating Ian’s day and announcing a new baby at the same time, so we’ll have to think through all this, but as long as we have a healthy munchkin in there I’m happy.
I do think I felt it move this week. Even Bill felt it. He’s worried it was some kind of digestion, but honestly I am pretty sure it’s baby. It’s creepy in only the way a baby is, and I’ve never felt anything like it other than when I carried Ian. So, that at least is making me feel better and at ease! I’m hoping to hold it together until the 11th and not be scared and rushing to Dr. K. in the meantime. I want to have faith in this baby!
Another appointment this morning, and even I can’t deny that there is indeed a heartbeat. Saw it with my own eyes.
And I’m sick. Not pleasantly sick like last week where I was just slightly nauseous, but for real having a hard time being upright and appropriate sick. Should have napped or laid down today, no time. Wondering how long I can keep this up at work…we’ll see!
I am thrilled to be this sick though. Rejoicing, celebrating, excited and thankful. It’s the very best reason to feel awful. Happy.
Remember when I said I wish I felt worse? Well, here we are.
This has been an up and down week. My first ultrasound was scheduled for Tuesday at 4:20. I got a call in the morning from the office manager Sandy, telling me my Dr. was stuck in Chicago and wouldn’t be back in time for my appointment. Sandy was asked to reschedule her day, but to call me directly herself so I wouldn’t have a meltdown. Does Dr. K know me or what?
Sandy called. I promptly had a meltdown.
Really, I understand and I can wait, but I am taking it as a good sign that I was so emotional about it. She rescheduled me for Friday (the earliest opportunity). I am so nervous about this pregnancy that I just need to know as much as possible all the way through.
Then suddenly, change of plans! My Dr got back info town, called me at 4:02 and STILL fit me in! Have I mentioned how much I love her? She is absolutely wonderful.
Ultimately I had no time to panic or stress, and we learned that there is one little someone in there! I’m 6 weeks today. Dr. K is having me come back in Friday and next week so we can monitor and check for a heartbeat. I’m so grateful that she saw me and that things are moving along. I’m also so grateful that she recognizes my type A action and is helping me through all this. Sigh of relief, at least for today!!!
So, in the end I’m so glad to feel worse. It’s just what I need to make a healthy baby a reality. And maybe we’ll have an awesome update tomorrow.