My Aching Feet

Wow, I never knew a few extra pounds could cause such big changes. I think my feet have gotten wider! Every shoe that I put on hurts. The sides are jsu too tight. Even my strappy sandals arew cramping my style. I think I am going to have to breakdown and buy some crocs! I have some Birkenstocks that I put on yesterday and they were so comfortable. I was so happy. My husband was mortified though. But at a time like this comfort is more important than fashion.

Perfect Weekend

This weekend was so perfect. Rarely do I get a chance to kick back and not worry about anything. Even my husband was home which is a rare treat indeed. We spent the three day weekend lounging, meeting up with friends and brainstorming what we were going to do with the house. I wish everyday could be like this weekend.

My Only Symptom

So I wrote earlier that I did not have any symptoms...but I lied. I had one. Yucky hormonal acne. Yes, like back in high school but worse. Crazy thing was it was only on the perimeter of my face and on the sides of my neck. It was so bad. I went straight to the spa to get a facial. I figured that should make it go away. But nope. The esthetician said that since it was acne caused by hormones, there was nothing that could be done except to keep my face clean. All I could think of was...great.... now I have huge mountains on my face that won't go away.

Luckily, I started with the proactive solution anyway and eventually about 2 weeks into my 2nd trimester they went away..mostly. Now, I just have to deal with the skin discoloration. Ick! But I still think it is better than morning sickness.

7 Vials of Blood and a Little Bean

I went to my first appointment and answered a bunch of questions and got the obligatory pap smear. Yuck! Anyway, I could not believe they asked such questions as, "If it is a boy do you want to have him circumcised?" and "Do you plan to breastfeed?" Wow, I am still trying to digest that fact that I am pregnant or so we think anyway.

Since, I was clueless as to the date of my last period, the Dr sent me away with a long list of blood tests that I had to take and an ultrasound. However, she also informed me since I did not have any symptoms, there was a possibility that I may not have a viable pregnancy. How nice... Good thing I still had not gotten used to the idea yet.

So, I scheduled the Ultrasound for about a week away so my husband could be there and went home. More waiting...

The day of the ultrasound, I felt a little anxious. What if there was nothing there? What then? But I tried to calm myself and see what happened.

We went in the room and the lady prepped me for the ultrasound. She put that gel on my belly and started probing around with the wand. The room was very quiet and she didn't say anything. Me and my husband are straining at the screen trying to see something even though we do not know what we are looking for. It seemed like hours of silence as the tech kept probing and I am starting to get a little nervous. I ask, "Is everything okay?" and she says "Yes, just looking for a heartbeat." I'm thinking great... Then she says, "Oh here it is" and we hear this fast little beat and something flashing on the screen. She tells us that the flashing is the heartbeat. I look at my husband and we both say..."Wow". Then she has to call in a more experienced technician to do the measurements to determine its age. It takes some more probing and more silence and more punching things into the computer but at last she says..."Looks like 6 weeks the due date should be October 19th". I look at my husband and say, "Is that proof enough?" He just grins and says.."It looks like a little bean". "How eloquent honey", I think.

Later that week, I go and have 7 yes I said 7 vials of blood taken. Now, I hate needles and the last time I went they could only get 1 vial so I was very nervous. I made sure I drank plenty of water and prayed that I wouldn't scream and run at the sight of the syringe. I did relatively well and was only in pain for the next 2 days. I think it is psychosomatic or something but I swear I can still feel the needle prick like a week later. Anyway, in the back of my mind I am thinking, if I can't handle a needle prick which they describe as a little pinch...how can I survive childbirth. All I can say is that this is going to be an interesting journey indeed.

February 20th, 2007

February 20th was the day we found out that we were having a baby! It was all such a shock and something that both of us could not believe. It seemed so strange and weird. It started with me thinking that something was missing this month. So, I told my husband. He immediately said, "Take a pregnancy test". I thought, why? I have no symptoms and I feel the same. He kept after me. I kept telling him it was a waste of time. Probably about 9pm that night, I decided to take one and lo and behold...it was positive. I had absolutely no feeling about this. I was completely numb. So, I went downstairs to tell my husband. He looked at the test and said, "hmmm...what does this mean?" I said, "It means that I'm pregnant." He said, "Let's wait until the doctor confirms it before we get excited". And that was it.

I believe we were both in such terrible shock that we were not thinking clearly. But I went ahead and called the doctor the next day to make an appointment. I guess the doctor would clear everything up because how could I be pregnant without any symptoms? Shouldn't I be so sick I can hardly stand it?