Back when I announced we were pregnant, I told you guys that I was going to tell you more about the day we decided to become parents. So here is the story…
It was July 4th, 2015. Kevin and I were lounging in the pool at our new home we bought together. We had just moved in the month before and really wanted to have a big 4th of July pool party, so we called/texted basically everyone we knew asking them come over. People either had plans, didn’t want to drive, or had to stay in due to their kids or other responsibilities. Kevin and I remember thinking that a few years ago, if we had invited our friends to a pool party with free beer and food, they all would have been over within a hour! Ha. But times had changed, we were all growing up. Our friends now have more complex lives and responsibilities and so did we. It got us thinking that day – maybe it’s time for the next phase of our lives. So we decided on that hot 4th of July day, while hanging in our pool, that we would start “trying” before the end of the year. We didn’t start immediately, because we had a grand plan to spend a few months attempting our “last hurrah”! That’s what we called it as least. July and August would be our months to party, travel and just let loose! Then we would start trying in September, around the time of my 31st birthday. Well 4 weeks into our last hurrah we realized that we had been in bed every night by 8pm and hadn’t gone out “partying” once. Ha. So we decide at that point that our lives were telling us that we were ready right then. Why were we trying to force a few monthsof “partying”? Now was the time. We were ready to be parents.
We were incredibly lucky that after a few months of trying, we got pregnant!
Now comes the fun part. Ok, I”m totally lying. The first trimester was not fun and was really hard for me. It was rough because I was sick all the time! I lost about 7lbs in my first trimester because I couldn’t really eat anything. I only ate clementines and dry toast for about a month between weeks 7-12. I remember breaking down in tears once because all I wanted was to want a pizza. It’s like I knew I liked pizza, I knew how delicious it tasted, but the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. It’s kind of hard to explain, but if you’ve been pregnant before you likely know exactly wheat I’m talking about. The way I tried to explain it to Kevin is that I felt like I constantly had a hangover but I never got to enjoy the fun part the night before. That’s the best way I can describe my first trimester, one long hangover. And those weren’t my only tears, have you every cried because you couldn’t go #2? That’s right, I’m sharing A LOT on this blog. I remember some weeks not going to the bathroom at all (for 7 days!) and being in so much pain. I would sit in the bathroom in the middle of the night and just cry. People always tell us that once the baby comes all we will talk about is poop. Well, that’s all Kevin and I talk about now! He comes home from work and the first thing he’ll ask is “Babe, did you go poop today?” Ha! Now that’s love! I am seriously lucky to have such a great partner in all of this. I NEVER thought I would talk to a guy about stuff like this. Well, I guess that’s pregnancy for ya.
At times my “hangover” felt like the worst thing ever and all I wanted to do was lay in bed all day and night until it passed, but every now and then I would forget all about the pain, the nausea, the constipation, and the exhaustion. Those times were during our visits to our Doctor when we would get to see our little baby. That baby, our baby, makes everything worth it. I remember our first ultrasound appointment around 6.5 weeks. We were so nervous because I read that sometimes doctors don’t see the baby and just an empty sac. I remember holding my breath, terrified that we wouldn’t see a baby. Then we see this little peanut appear on the screen with a fluttering heartbeat. It was incredible! Of course I cried. The first thing Kevin said is “Can you tell if there’s just one in there?” Ha! Yes, there is just one. By the second ultrasound at 9.5 weeks our little peanut shaped baby had sprouted arms and legs and was wiggling like a little dancer! It was absolutely mind blowing how much the baby had grown in just a few weeks. And we are continually amazed by how much the baby grows at each ultrasound. Our parents keep telling us that we are so lucky to be able to see the baby so frequently, since our moms only saw us each one time on an ultrasound when they were pregnant. We’ve already had 5 ultrasounds and aren’t even half way through our pregnancy. We joke that our baby lives at the doctors office and we go there to visit him/her. It doesn’t feel real that the baby is actually inside me everywhere I go. It always feels more real when we see the baby on the ultrasound machine, so it kinda feels like he/she lives there. We’re weird. We also feel such a sense of relief when we see the baby at those appointments, and as soon as we leave the doctors office, the panic sets back in. All we want to do is see the baby again! Is this what being a parent is like? Constantly worrying about your child? Or at least that’s what it feels like it’s going to be like for me.
So I guess my point in this blog entry is to share more of my journey, and share that pregnancy has been a lot harder so far than I thought it would be. There have been many tears. Tears of joy and tears from pain. But when something extraordinary happens in your life, it seems fitting that the road to get there wouldn’t be an easy one.
So I hope you all continue to share this journey with me. Share in the good (our baby), the bad (the sickness) and the ugly (constipation).
Love you all
Oh and here are some of the things I HAD to have during my first trimester!