Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Yay for Snow Days

On Sunday I woke up with a nasty cold. I searched to find out if I could take anything that wouldn't harm Baby Mac. Tylenol products are approved. So we actually had Tylenol cold. I took one dose and had a little relief. The next day I had to go to work. My nose was so red, and you know you look terrible when everyone pretty much tells you (out of love) "You look terrible." I attempted to take another dose of Tylenol cold Monday evening. It was eventually rejected, so I have not attempted any more medicine.
Luckily, we have had some ice and snow here in southwest Missouri, and I have had the past 2 days off of work to rest. Tomorrow I am off again as well. I know I will have to make these days up, but the extra rest and being away from germy fourth graders is such a relief. The cold is subsiding - just stuffy and fighting a nasty headache. The snow came at just the right time for me.
And I woke up this morning and realized next week is February! I have my appointment next week. I am anxious to go back. Hoping we can get a glimpse of how this baby is growing.
Sometime in mid-March we will be able to find out baby's gender (around week 20). I am okay with being surprised, but Hubby really wants to know, so we will find out. Any guesses? So far most, but not all, are guessing boy.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Forget the last post

Yeah - about an hour after I wrote the last post, I started feeling awful. I won't go into details, but I have spent our 4th anniversary sick, sick, sick. Baby Mac has not enjoyed any of the food I have eaten today.
Hubby continues to take such good care of me - getting me a glass of water, rubbing my back as my head leans over a certain bathroom feature, and now running out to get ice cream. I am hoping ice cream will make me feel better. My mom sent me Lago's hot fudge (a little shop from back home) for my birthday - so we'll see if Baby Mac knows quality chocolate when he/she gets it. :)
As yucky as I feel right at this moment, I know that pregnancy is a gift, and many people I love have been unable to experience this yet and want to. I will try to keep the complaining to the minimum because I know these moments of "will this ever stop" are going to result in a lifetime of something wonderful.

First Trimester Phase-Out

Week 12 has been the best week of pregnancy I have had since about week 4 or 5. I think some of the sickness is phasing out, and I was actually able to stay up until 10:00 Wednesday night to watch all of Lost. (High priority) Of course last night, I fell asleep on the couch at 9:00. I still have moments of paying homage to the porcelain gods, but those moments have been less this week. Another good thing this week is I seem to have overcome my aversion to chicken. M made a chicken dish Thursday that I was able to eat, and then last night I had a chicken pita. Just eating in general has become easier the past few days, and I am looking forward to the days when I can pig out like the typical pregnant woman with my ice cream and nachos. I am not quite there yet.
I believe I am getting the very beginning of a baby bump. It is not much to speak of yet, but when I attempt to suck in my gut, the bump remains. It is a very strange realization that this whole experience is happening. I am looking forward to my appointment on the 3rd - hoping we get a chance to see baby since we haven't seen him/her since he/she looked like a grain of rice.
Hubby was talking about names last night. This is going to be a long process, I think. As a school teacher, there are names that are immediately eliminated because of the horrible memories they conjure up. Plus, I also have a prejudice against girl names that remind me of girls who were snotty and mean back in my childhood. Unfortunately, one of those names M loves. It is a cute enough name, but all I can think of is the snobby girl. Perhaps I will post some of our ideas in a future post.

Friday, January 16, 2009

First Trimester Friday Nights

It is Friday night. There was a girls' night out thing for work - dinner and a movie. I thought about going, but evening and I don't always get along these days. Wednesday night I fell asleep on the couch at about 6:45, and woke up to move to my bed an hour later. It felt really good to get about 11 hours of sleep that night. It also meant I didn't get sick that night. Last night I didn't get sick either. However, tonight I wasn't so lucky. Oh well.
My weekends right now consist of sit on couch, surf internet/watch DVDs, sleep, lounge on couch, internet, sleep. That is my routine, Friday-Sunday. The only change in the Sunday schedule is we usually make it to at least Sunday school. The work week wears me out!
So really I have nothing new and exciting to report. I am feeling better during the day and the smell of things is bothering me a little less this week. I am 11 1/2 weeks, we are pretty sure. Feb. 3 I go back to the doctor, so I hope we get another ultrasound then to pinpoint better exactly where we are in this journey.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Journey Begins

Since so many of our family and friends live around the country, Hubby and I thought we would start a baby blog. That way those who want to know what's going on and how we're doing can have easy access. If this goes well, we will continue blogging beyond the pregnancy. So here we go. I have a feeling that this first entry might be long. ...

Early last summer we were very surprised to learn that we were pregnant. I remember calling Mwhile he was in Dr. O's class (I think) and leaving a message for him to call me. He called me back, and I freaked out. "If I had something important to tell you, would you want to know now or when you got home." He wanted to know now, but I kept saying, "No, I'll wait." Finally I told him over the phone that I had just taken a test and it was positive. Even though it was a shock, it didn't take very long for us to get excited about this new member of our family. However, most of you know, that at nine weeks I miscarried our first baby. I can honestly say that has been the worst thing I have ever been through - physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. If I think about it too long, I still feel hurt and confused. Because of my faith, I know that all things work together for good for those who love Him, but I don't believe that it means that the things working together were good things. I have seen good things come out of the situation, but even know there are still moments when I ask "Why?", and I believe God can handle that.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving morning we were at my mom's. I took a test (and later hid the test in the garbage) that had a pretty decent positive line. Yay for us! We were not telling anyone this early, but knowing we were expecting once again helped me get through the holiday that I was truthfully dreading. My mom (what is it with mother's intuition?) asked later that weekend, "Are you pregnant?" And I told her we were pretty sure that we were, but we weren't telling anyone.

The next couple of weeks were anxious ones for me. What would happen this time? Could I handle this either way it turned out? Mid-December M was in class. I had just heard from my dr's office that day that my blood levels were looking good, but that night it seemed like I might be miscarrying. Hubby dashed home from class. We didn't go to the er because the complications didn't get worse; they actually got less, but the next morning I got in to see my dr. He thought things seemed okay, but he labeled me a "high risk pregnancy" due to my history and the fact that what was happening to me was called a "threatened abortion." (Side note, I hate that phrase. I would prefer to call it a "threatened miscarriage.") He sent me to a high-risk ultra sound, and there we saw our little grain of rice that is baby and heard the heartbeat! What an amazing sound (once I figured out which sound was the heartbeat)! I've been to the doctor a couple other times now and everything looks/sounds good. We originally were told Aug. 10 for a due date, but this last Tuesday our doctor moved us from 9 weeks to 10 weeks based on picking up the heartbeat on the doppler.

We told some people around Christmas that we are pregnant. We let our Sunday school class know early on because they were such a support system this summer, and they have continued to pray for us this time around. I was hoping to wait until the very end of the first trimester to tell everyone else, but I had so many people at work asking my co-teacher or me if I was pregnant, that I put a sign-up in the copy room on Friday that simply said, "The rumors are true. - Amanda" So then I had to tell the world via facebook before people I actually wanted to know before work knew found out. Ah, the drama/joys of working with women, haha.

Everyone asks me constantly, "How are you feeling?" I feel terrible, but I know that is a good thing. I spent my time in Illinois over Christmas on my mom's couch. I had one Whitey's run and one La Flama run and no Happy Joe's taco pizza. That is how bad I felt. If I am not at work, I am pretty much on my couch. Evenings are the worst, and I am sick almost every evening (though just one episode each night). Again, I am thankful in a weird sort of way because the sickness means things are going how they should be going in my body. I am ready for the 2nd trimester. Rumor is that it is the good trimester. I am ready to eat the foods I like again, and I am ready to not be grossed out by almost every smell my nose can pick up.
If you finished reading this entry, you are amazing. I promise the next entry will not be so long!