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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

~Week 15~



This baby grew a lot this week! He (or she, I guess) is about the size of an apple - 4.5 inches and 3.5 ounces.

Thankfully my "morning" sickness (which usually happened around 5pm) is virtually gone, unless I go for a long time without eating. I'm feeling a little more energetic too...I can stay up past 9! Sometimes. But I had to trade that for frequent headaches, which usually go away after a nap, if I can get one.

Total weight gain: About 6 or 7 pounds.
Cravings: Scrambled eggs and a Beach Club from Jimmy John's.
Miss anything? Eating raw cookie dough/brownie batter. 
Gender prediction: Boy! 
Movement: Not even a flutter.
Highs/Lows: Getting to hear Baby D's heartbeat (144 bpm) a couple weeks ago, but then having to postpone the ultrasound because Kevin has to go out of town for work.
Looking forward to: 5/21 is Ultrasound Day!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The 100th Day

According to my Baby Bump app, I've been pregnant for 100 days. 100 days!
For those of you who don't know, a full-term pregnancy is 280 days, or 40 weeks, or 10 months.
Hold up, 10 months? I've been lied to my whole life.

And thus began this wonderful journey of new experiences. Now, it's true that I was required to take the OB/Maternity class and clinical in nursing school, but it was FAR from my favorite. The first day of class, our instructor showed some slides comparing healthy and not-so-healthy placentas, and I checked out a little bit. (Although it might have been the Taco Bell I scarfed down beforehand making me queasy. Who knows.) That being said, I've gained some knowledge that might help me freak out marginally less than other first-time moms, but I hardly consider myself an expert. Thankfully, I haven't had much to freak out about yet!

We found out we were expecting the day before Kevin left for his annual Colorado snowboarding trip. (Flashback: Three years prior, the day before he left on this same trip, I finally agreed to go out with him.) I had been feeling pretty gross all day, and that morning the grocery store was filled with all kinds of overwhelmingly disgusting smells. Which are actually always there, I just suddenly had the world's worst superpower. I guess x-ray vision wasn't an option. So anyway, I had a strong suspicion, and told Kevin that I needed to take a test when he got home. There was no way I was going to find out I was pregnant by myself. I know, people have cutesy pictures or stories of how they told their s/o, but I think these kinds of moments need to be experienced together. And how fun it was…I couldn't stop shaking and Kevin couldn't process. I didn't have another spare test, and he didn't want to get his hopes up until I took another one, just to be sure. So the next morning, I called him after another positive result, and it was like, "Ok, it's real. This is happening!" He's wanted kids since the day after the wedding. I wanted to wait a little while, put my degree to good use, and adjust to my new life before being completely responsible for a tiny human being.

Fast forward about a year. I decided that I wanted to be a mom more than a nurse, but apparently my body had different ideas. After several doctor's visits and and an MRI, I received my first official diagnosis: a pituitary adenoma. It's a fairly common benign mass on the pituitary gland that usually causes no trouble, but mine decided to misbehave, messing up my hormone levels and making pregnancy impossible. So I got some meds, but the dose was constantly being increased, because my bloodwork showed no improvement. As a result, I wasn't optimistic about our chances of having a baby anytime soon. Imagine my surprise, the day before I needed to refill my prescription, and two days before my next blood draw, finding out such joyous news!

We couldn't be happier. And now that the 1st trimester is over and my symptoms are almost all gone, I'm REALLY happy. Honestly, I can't complain too much, the nausea was pretty mild. Pregnancy fatigue is a b****, though.

It's hard to believe Baby D will be here in just 6 months. Or 180(ish) days, whichever you prefer.   :)