My PregnancyWhen I got pregnant with my first bug we had been TTC for around 15 monthssince we lost our angel baby to a missed miscarriage. Needless to say I wasecstatic when I got a positive pregnancy test (and other fun pregnancy signs likea crazy temper) on September 22, 2005. I was also completely terrified of havinganother miscarriage. And I stayed worried until my son was safe and sound in myarms at home.At almost 8 weeks along some of my fears were eased. My husband and I went into have an ultrasound. Let me tell you I was completely freaked out. I was soscared they weren’t going to be able to find a heartbeat like my miscarriage. Thetechnician starts probing around my stomach. To me it was taking way too long. Icould only see the yolk sack and heard nothing. I was just about to start cryingwhen I heard the most beautiful sound. That thump thump was so amazing tohear. Turns out the technician had the sound off at first. Ugh freaking me out fornothing.Being the complete worry wart I had become due to my miscarriage I rented adoppler to use at home every day. This helped me not be the complete basketcase I would of been without it. I got to monitor my son whenever I wantedwhich helped me not go crazy with fear and took some pressure off of myhusband (I would of been complaining to him the most. None Stop.).Being pregnant with my first son was pretty easy most of the time. I did not haveany morning sickness which I was SO thankful for. I am one of those people thatcan’t stand throw up. Especially the noise. If someone just starts making a weirdface or sound and I think they might throw up I am the first one out the door.Luckily these days my kids don’t throw up a lot. My oldest son didn’t have a realbout of throw up till just a few months ago and he is almost 6 years old. I was sohappy that my husband was there and could handle it so I could act childishabout it. If I had been alone with my son and he threw up I would of sucked upmy fears and dealt with it but I got lucky that I didn’t have to.
One issue I had was that for some reason I could not eat past 7pm for most ofmy pregnancy. Starting at about 14 weeks I could not lay down if I had eatenwithin the past 2-3 hours otherwise it felt like my throat was completely full offood. Feeling like I may burst just because I ate something too late doesn’t equala pleasant night’s sleep. I always called it my nauseous feeling but I’m still notsure what it was. Indigestion? Heartburn? Acid reflux? I have no idea.A good thing did happen at 14 weeks though. I got to feel my son move! Beinghow early it was I could only feel him at certain moments. At the time I was still incollege and spent a lot of time at the computer working on assignments. The firsttime I felt my son I was sitting at the computer and for some reason I leanedforward a little more than usual. When I did this I could feel some slight jumpingin my lower stomach. Sometimes it felt like something was jumping in my rear(Weird I know!) but once it was happening consistently I knew what it was.Eventually (around 18 weeks) it turned into real kicks and flips which I absolutelyloved. There’s nothing quite like feeling your baby move inside of you. It’s one ofmy favorite parts of being pregnant (Shopping is really fun too!).Isn’t it funny how it seems that babies can tell who is touching your stomach?Every time my husband would touch my stomach my son would stop kicking. Myson would be moving like crazy and I’d say here feel and my husband would andnothing. My husband wasn’t able to feel our son move until I was around 6months along. Good thing it was on his birthday since it took so awfully long. Myson was just waiting to give daddy a nice birthday present so it seems.One thing I didn’t like about being pregnant with my big bug was that I gained alot of weight. I am a short girl around 5’3 of normal weight and so when I seemedto gain weight by just looking at food it depressed me. By the time I was 20weeks along I had gained roughly 20 pounds (Some people don’t even gain thatmuch their entire pregnancy. Lucky me.). I hated how fat my faced looked. Iwould cry and cry about it. I have always had a low self-esteem and addingweight to that did not help me one bit.I had always wished to be one of those people that look like that are carrying abasketball under their shirt but from the back you can’ tell they are pregnant at
all. I didn’t just gain weight in my stomach. I gained it everywhere. In my face. Inmy legs. I even have stretch marks on my calves these days because of it.I ended up gaining 45 pounds in the end. I had never even seen over 120 poundsbefore I became pregnant and topping in at 160 was not a highlight for me. Ofcourse my husband was so sweet about. I would ask if I looked fat and he wouldjust say no your pregnant. He still claims to this day I was not fat (I gotta love himfor that). Lord knows I was a house. I used to think of myself as an OompaLoompa from Willy Wonka but people just roll their eyes at me now because theyjust can’t see me being that way.All that weight gain gave me a massive amount of stretch marks too. I could telleven before I became pregnant that I would probably get stretch marks. I havereally fair skin and it’s that type that I could just tell I would be in for it. I tookbelly pictures every month and you can just watch the stretch marks multiple. It’slike they were screaming out at each other “Hey guys! Come join us over here atthis great party” and boy did they throw quite a bash. Now when my son sees mystretch marks he’s always like “I did that” and my youngest son thinks they areboo boos. He’s probably heard me talk about them a little too much. Myhusband tries to tell me he doesn’t see them but how can you not? Theypractically wrap my torso (And are in plenty of other places too. Sigh.). My roadmap to motherhood is definitely not invisible to me!At 36 weeks things went a little awry. So I go in and they do the normal weight,urine, and blood pressure check. I don’t remember exactly what my bloodpressure was but it was something crazy enough that the technician thought shehad done it wrong. She takes my blood pressure a few more times and it is stillsome unseemly high reading. To try to get a better reading she has me go lay onmy left side in one of the rooms for a while (which didn’t end up helping).To top it off when my urine test came back they noticed I was starting to spillprotein into it. Just great I thought. I ended up having to be placed on strict bedrest and take two different kinds of blood pressure medications. They neverofficially diagnosed me with preeclampsia to my knowledge but I sure did have alot of its symptoms.
Let me tell you bed rest is no fun at all. You may think yay I get to lay around allday and watch tv but it’s not all lollipops and gum drops when they don’t evenwant you to go to the bathroom unless you REALLY have to. The only good thingabout all of this was that from 36 weeks till I delivered I got to have about 8ultrasounds (and frequent checkups). It was nice seeing my little man so muchdespite the circumstances. Everything that was going on in my body didn’t seemto bother my son one bit thankfully. The doctors did however think I shouldn’tput him (and myself) at risk for too long so they gave me an induction date ofMay 28, 2006 at 8pm.Around May 25, 2006 I started having this pressure. I wasn’t quite sure what thispressure was but to me I just felt really constipated. I had been this way(constipated) most of my pregnancy so it was nothing new. I just thoughtpregnancy constipation? Been there, done that. I would try to use the bathroomand nothing would come out. I kept trying but nothing. I wasn’t sure what wasgoing on since usually things did progress. I had heard that when you have ababy it can feel like going number 2 but that is when you about able to pop yourbundle out not now. I even went to the store that day to by stool softener hopingthat would help. I didn’t want any surprises for the doctor during delivery if youknow what I mean. Apparently this was the beginning to the end.The night before being induced my husband and I decided to stay up latetogether since it would be our last night as just us two. We figured we couldsleep in since my induction wasn’t scheduled till 8pm the following day.Everyone knows that having a child changes everything. There’s no more doingthings on a whim. You are more focused on someone else than yourself. No morelong showers. No fancy dinners. Your days are filled up with changing diapers,bouts of spit up, no sleep, and crying (the baby and you).You now have this little person that you would protect over all else. This person isyours. Something you made and that is made of you. No matter what you can nolonger do because of being a parent is so well worth it.
It so amazing how we create life. A little bit of mom and a little bit of dad createsthis whole new person that turns the two of you into a family. My husband and Istayed up till 2am just enjoying just us. We played games, watched tv, packed forthe big day ahead, and just talked. Little did we know what was lurking aroundthe 3am hour. Written by Krystle with http://www.homejobsbymom.com