Small Miracles

I slept all night without getting up to pee. Usually I'm up twice. Maybe last night I'd reached the point of delerium and just don't remember getting up?

I thought the second semester was supposed to be best for sleep?

Growing, for sure.

Well, clearly I'm losing the fight with my jeans. Breaking out the leggings and belly bands for the next couple of weeks. Not quite big enough for maternity stuff, and it's all packed. I don't want to unpack anything just to repack it when we move in two weeks. 

Just looked back at my blog from my pregnancy with TheBoy. Lost the fight with some jeans at 14 weeks then (was fully in maternity clothes at 23 weeks). And had given up sleeping on my stomach by 14 weeks too... Still able to sleep on my somach now. Either I am carrying very differently or maybe the "running" I'm doing is making some sort of difference? 

Busy Bees

Well, as much as I wanted to avoid it, this child is already suffering from second child syndrome. I have not posted nearly as much about this pregnancy as with my first. It's also been a crazy time in our lives. 

After speaking with some home birth midwives and meeting a family practitioner who attends births, we chose the family practitioner, with whom we all felt immediately comfortable. From her interactions with TheBoy, to her mentioning Larry Bird when I told her my age (big points from TheHusband), to her personal tour and explanations of her birthing center and newborn and family care. The only potential kink is that she will be on vacation the week before my EDD. But she recommended another practitioner as a back-up who will be TheBoy's primary physician when we move. 

My 16week appointment confirmed that this doctor was the right one for us. And everything looked good. Haven't gained any weight. IV's heartrate was 145. Ultrasound appointment in two weeks. Feeling consistent flutters. 

We got word this week that everything is falling right into place for closing on our house right on time. 

And I'm four weeks out from my third half marathon. 

Oof. See? Busy. 

PSA

There is no such thing as phantom pee when you are pregnant and running. You really do have to pee. You will have to change your route at mile one, turn back home for a pit stop, and then continue your run. All of this, despite peeing before you left your house initially.

Trust me. I'm speaking from experience.

Looking Up

Things with the house have been going so smoothly (for which we are grateful), I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that other stuff would have some bumps.

What we thought would be our first choice for preschool for TheBoy was underwhelming and overpriced, but we're encouraged by the other options we have come across.

We're working toward finding a provider for prenatal and birth care. Meeting with an OB who also does family practice (and was highly recommended by a midwife), and a home birth midwife in the next couple weeks. I'm confident we'll find the right match for us.

Roller Coaster

Let's recap these past two weeks, shall we?

Last week

Sunday

Get pre-approved for a mortgage!

Tuesday - Wednesday

Play House Hunters with our agent. Look at six houses. #6 is THE ONE!

Thursday

Submit an offer. It's accepted!!

Friday

This:

This week

Monday - Tuesday

Have insane dreams nightmares about the house. Including a bathtub with a built-in toilet and a disaster of a kitchen. 

Wednesday

Home inspection. Bathtub was just as we remembered it - toilet-free. The rest of the house was just as we remembered it too. Great results!

Thursday 

Receive a call from midwife's office. Evidently, our new health insurance isn't contracted with the midwife's hospital. Um, excuse me?

Upon calling the insurance company, learn that they have NO midwives contracted with them in all of Massachusetts or Rhode Island. NONE.

Spiral down. Spend 2 hours crying in my office. 

Reap the benefits of a supportive, patient saint-of-a-husband, friends, internet acquaintances, and social media to come up with a plan of action (likely including fighting with said health insurance company) and leads on how we can make this birth what we want. Remember, IV is still growing and healthy.

Friday

Take steps toward New Birth Plan.  

Saturday
Sign the Purchase & Sales Agreement. Meet with mortgage broker to submit application.

So, you know, basically stress-free. 

I have this upcoming week off. I cannot imagine it coming at a better time. 

Titles

TheBoy: When the baby is born, he will call my dad, "Dada."

Me: What will the baby call me?

TheBoy: Mama.

Me: What will the baby call you?

TheBoy: Big Kiddie.

Raspberry

Back to work, and feeling much better. Just waiting for this Colace to work. Blerg. Not cool. 

Eight weeks today. Feels like we're over some sort of hump. I've been feeling hesitant about this pregnancy. Nervous, maybe. I don't remember feeling quite like this last time. But that was a long time ago. Waiting to get over the 12 week hump. 

With my pregnancy with TheBoy, I did not have any serious "morning" sickness. A couple bouts of nausea and I vomited once (when he kicked me in the stomach at 20 weeks), but the fatigue was horrible. I came home and napped everyday after work.

This time, the all-day sickness is not cool. Nauseated throughout the day, dry heaving, gagging. It's been lovely, really. And the best part of it all, is that it's gotten worse these past two weeks while I've been off from work.

This evening was particularly bad. Eating dinner helped, but it took a lot for me to actually eat. It's a strange thing to feel simultaneously hungry and nauseated. I am not optimistic about going back to work on Monday.

Wondering if it means this babe is a girl? Or if it's just my body reacting differently to the hormones? Doesn't matter. Just don't know what to do to make it through the rest of this trimester.

Yeah, no.

Lovely adventures in the city today. 

And then that moment when you get halfway through your lunch and suddenly realize that what you're eating is making you gag and you have to spit it out and abandon the rest. Yeah, that. 

Hey look!

It's 10:00 am and I'm nauseated!

And waiting for my first appointment.


Update: Pregnancy confirmed. Take vitamins. Don't eat lots of swordfish. EDD - February 25. All of which I knew.

blech

I can tell by my nausea when it's between 9:30 and 10:30. Is this a marketable skill? 

Prediction?

TheBoy told me that he had a sister today. She came out of his belly. Her name is Tika. 

He does not know I'm pregnant. 

And, for the record, Tika is not on the list. Actually, there is no list for names. But when there is, Tika will not be on it. There is, however, a list for spirit animal. We've got our priorities straight this time.

buzz, bu- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

In a new development: Not digging coffee. Hot or iced. Not even the smell.

This is sucky because:

1) I. Love. Coffee. (Evidenced here.)

2) I would love a caffeine boost. (Still. So. Tired.)

Maybe I'll muster the energy for iced tea. 

I'll never make it through an entire movie again.

I forgot how exhausting these first few weeks are. Thankful for movie night. I see many in our future.

Duck Lips

This is a thing?

I do not remember this from last time, but I feel like my lips enter a room a full minute before I do. 

Here We Go Again

Happy Fathers' Day, honey! This is what we woke up to last Sunday morning, 2 days before TheBoy's birthday, 6 days before our 11th anniversary. Good things in store for this year!