April 2nd was the day. The revealing of whether our little one would be a boy or girl. We had waited and waited for what seemed like ages... but finally, the day arrived.
We were back at our doctor's office again, it seemed like we had just been there not a day or two before... but there again in the waiting room we sat... and well...waited. I was already excited and it seemed like we waited for hours. Then nurse called us back. I had been careful this time not to use the bathroom... knowing they would need a sample. But they did not ask for one at first. Instead, the sonographer jumped right to the ultrasound to check the gender of the baby.
I was excited that we would find out so quickly, but I regretted not using the bathroom almost immediately. The sonographer turned on the machine and we waited anxiously to see the results. She pushed and prodded, making my abdomen feel quite uncomfortable. Then she looked disappointed. "It looks like your baby is resting with its feet blocking my view." The baby looked much more grown than we had last seen it. It was sitting with its arm up resting under its head and sure enough the little feet were blocking the way.
Suddenly, I felt jabbing and prodding like never before, as the sonographer pushed around on my abdomen far much harder and more intense. Right on my bladder. All I could think was "don't pee. don't pee." I could barely keep it in. She smiled at me and said "I'm just seeing if I can get this little guy to kick and move a little so we can see." More jabbing proceeded, but still no dice. "There sure is a lot going against us today." The sonographer said sadly after trying for what seemed like forever for my poor prodded bladder. "The baby, first of all, is breached (meaning it was feet first) and sitting down close to your pubic bone. Second, the umbilical cord is lying directly between its legs and its little feet are up blocking our vision." She kept trying some more... but then she sighed and apologized. We would not be finding out that day. :(
But our little baby was so big and healthy, I couldn't help being in awe of how quickly he/she grew in just a few weeks. I could see the forehead and the nose clearly and he/she was looking pretty well fed. :) Even though we didn't find out that day we were still able to watch our little one move around, looking pretty comfy in his/her little home. :)
Long story short... we will have to find out next time :) Hopefully ;) Fingers crossed! Which will be May 2nd, by the way....
On March 13th, we had our very first appointment with our actual doctor. I ran straight from work. Teddy was waiting for me in the waiting room. We sat and waited, but we didn't hear our name called. I had to go to the bathroom... bad. So I quickly decided to use the bathroom BEFORE someone began pushing on my abdomen. When I was done, they called us back. And alas, they needed me to provide a urine sample. Of course... I opted to wait till the end of the appointment, because I was sure I would have to go again very soon.
After the initial check up, the doctor arrived to do the ultrasound. :) We were very excited. This ultrasound was much clearer and we could see tiny fingers and toes. The doctor was very sweet and with amusement, he pointed out that our little one was resting belly down on the placenta like a pillow. It looked as if our baby was in a crawling position. "There's a little baby bum there!" the doctor said pointing to the little baby bottom humorously sticking up in the air. It was an amusing sight. :) Our first ultrasound, the baby would not stop moving, this ultrasound our baby was in an interesting position... This was proving to be an interesting adventure. :)
Well, I had found out I was pregnant and I was allowed to celebrate for a full week, before suddenly IT hit me. What is IT exactly? Utter lack of control over my stomach, my bowels, and what I could and couldn't consume. If I ate something, I threw up... if I didn't eat something, I threw up... if I ate, I felt awful and if I didn't, I felt worse... I survived off of canned peach juice, occasionally some peaches from the canned peach juice, apples, and peanut butter. I ate crackers like a mad man in the morning and tried drinking some nasty pink medicine to help the nauseousness. The pink medicine...was a disaster. I just threw up pink medicine the rest of the night. I was getting pretty used to the routine of throwing up ALL THE TIME. I think I even left dents in the bathroom floor where I had stood on my knees for so long, bent over the toilet, holding on for dear life lest my violent gagging knocked me over. I had routine stops at work, where I would run after class to throw up into the nearest available toilet or trash can. I couldn't even look at my prenatal vitamins without gagging. Every time I tried taking them, they ended up being flushed down the toilet with everything else I had tried to consume.
Teddy, my husband, was an angel sent from heaven... he cared for me; he brought me food while I was lying deathlike in bed. He held my hair when I threw up even when I was yelling at him to leave the bathroom, because I didn't want anyone to see me. He let me rest and he woke up in the middle of the night to comfort me when I woke up with that awful feeling yet again... He was there constantly to give me medicine or to put a cold rag on my head when I had a headache from the nausea. Teddy was a life saver. He was always looking up ways to help me feel better. Teddy often reminded me that this would go away in a few weeks.... FINALLY the nausea started to subside... I was feeling much better and could actually eat real food! Around this time we went to our very first ultrasound... it was so special. The doctor pointed out the baby... :) Teddy and I almost couldn't speak. The little guy was just a crazy jumping bean... full of energy and life. Even though I hadn't been able to eat, the baby had been just fine... In fact, it was healthy and incredibly active. The baby wouldn't even sit still long enough to be measured.
So despite my incredible battle against my hormones... our baby turned out just fine :) And we couldn't wait to watch our little one grow in the months to come. <3
I already knew we were going to have a good first Christmas, because for the past month or two I had been excitedly collecting Christmas presents for everyone on my list. I had great gifts pick out and I'm pretty sure I was more excited about them than the people receiving them would be. My new husband,Teddy, and I had just gotten married in November. He was my most difficult person to buy presents for. Not because I didn't know what he wanted, but because he had an uncanny knowledge about anything and everything that I had decided to get him. I know he had somehow peeked or found a list I had written. But Christmas for him would not be surprising at the least. Don't get me wrong, he was already excited about what he was getting, but I enjoy having the element of surprise.
Christmas was quickly coming and I was running out of ideas and surprises to try. I remember the day very well, because I was feeling a little odd. I figured the feeling was the oncoming assault I was about to go through the coming week. But it was different this time. I was not feeling myself and the cramps were coming early. My head hurt a little, so I worried I might be getting sick on Christmas. While I was at the store I ran through the medicine. I thought I could pick something up that could save me from an awful sickness during my fun Christmas festivities. As I was walking through, something caught my eye. Could it be? I decided I might as well check, just in case.
When I got home, I took out my test and went to the bathroom. I was merely curious, I had no idea that it would be positive.
I saw the two lines as clear as day. There was absolutely no doubt. I was pregnant.
I walked out quietly and found Teddy sitting at his computer. "Teddy...." He turned around and looked at me. "I think you might want to see this." He looked confused, but followed me to the bathroom where I had left the test.
"I was just curious..." I said nervously, "but it looks like you are going to be a Daddy." I smiled as I held up the pee test for him to see.
"Oh my gosh! Is it really positive?" he studied the test for a minute. Then he looked up and smiled. "We're going to have a baby!"
Long story short, I did end up surprising Teddy with the best Christmas present I could have ever not thought of... :)