As of yesterday, I'm 10 weeks pregnant and we're due to welcome our bundle of joy to the world on July 27th, 2010. Yes, we were trying to start a family (and man, how frustrating that turned out to be after 6 months of no luck). Due to some girly issues, my doctor had to give me a little prescription help which worked after 3 months. Because of the medicine, Doc F wanted me to come in for an ultrasound at 6 weeks because there was a higher chance of multiples. He wanted to catch that asap if it were the case. Rest assured, there's only one little bugger in there (whew)! And we got to see the little one's heartbeat at that first appointment, wiggling around in there.
Doc F said everything looked great and had no cause for concern, but since the first ultrasound was so early on, he wanted me back after two weeks for another one. So, we went back at 8 weeks and got to see our friend again! How much it had grown in just two weeks! We saw the heart pumping away again, but we couldn't hear it yet with the doppler (but don't worry, it's strong). We got a second a-okay from the doctor, so we decided it'd be fine to go with our original plan to make it public to the world after 10 weeks. I have another appointment at 12 weeks when we'll get to hear the heartbeat, then another at 16 weeks, then another at 20 weeks where we'll find out what color to paint the room! 10 more weeks...ugh....
As for me, well, I have been S.I.C.K. Like, no joke - on the couch, throwing up, can't eat anything, can't ride in the car long, can't get up or do anything for myself - since I got to 5 weeks preggers. Yup, you smarty pants did the math...that's been five stinkin' weeks of being pathetic so far. It has totally wiped me out. I've kind of fallen off the face of the social networking planet, because I didn't want to be that annoying, complaining person on Twitter and Facebook. So instead of whining, I just haven't been updating anything at all (in case you were wondering what happened). After trying every trick in the book with no success, Doc F called in a prescription for me to help me out. I called them my "magic pills" for about a week, until they started making me so fatigued and gave me extreme stomach pain. I stopped taking them and it took about 3 days for it to get out of my system and for me to start throwing up again. Now, I've found a "happy" middle ground, and instead of taking the pills twice a day every day, I only take a pill when I start feeling nauseous again, which is every 1-2 days. They make me feel a bit better within 15 minutes, so it seems to be working out. I was able to drag myself through Christmas somehow (couldn't have done it without the help of my visiting parents and aunt from MD). All of our visitors have come and gone, and now we can relax and get back to normal life. Don't get me wrong - I have LOVED the friends and family who have visited, but it has really been exhausting for me at this particular stage. Of course, I would so much rather be sick as a dog and pregnant than be feeling great and not be pregnant.
Here are the two ultrasounds!
8 weeks (baby's staring right at you...the bubble on top of it's head is the yolk sac, but that's gone now)
The baby is almost the size of a lime right now, and I'm getting a little bit "poofy" in the middle. None of my pants fit, so I have to use elastic belly bands to keep them up, haha. I've lost 8 pounds so far from being sick, and so the fact that my clothes aren't fitting is evidence that I'm starting to grow. Once I start looking more preggo instead of like I ate too much at Christmas dinner, I'll post some pictures.
Oh, and now that you all know the news, I'll be updating the blog a LOT more frequently (you know, more than once every 3 months). We've been incredibly blessed by God, and would appreciate any prayer support you could lift up for us. I hope that your Christmas was wonderful (and your Thanksgiving, too, for that matter), and that 2010 is full of awesome surprises and blessings for you!