I know can you believe it...well probably! The challenge for us was not getting pregnant, but rather just growing the actual baby! And while we are very excited, this pregnancy has been anything but smooth.
We found out on December 23rd because I just wanted to be reassured one way or the other before I engaged in some holiday drinking. The 23rd was a bit too soon so I wasn't actually expecting anything (no symptoms yet). We (along with Jen because I was at her house) were cautiously excited when there was a positive. The next morning I woke up spotting and was crushed. Two of my previous miscarriages started this way so I chalked it up to a chemical pregnancy and enjoyed Christmas.
When we came home a couple days later the spotting had stopped so I got a little bit excited again. After a couple days I started spotting again...and crushed again. As a cruel joke it stopped the next day. I had four days of no spotting just to start again on the day of my first doctor appointment.
When I explained to the doctor what had been happening be prepared me by saying you know what the risks and chances are so we will just get you information one way or the other. Therefore I was sent for an ultrasound and blood work. The ultrasound showed a gestational sac and a yolk sac but no baby (too soon perhaps but certainly not reassuring). The blood test showed an increase in hcg levels but they did not double. Needless to say I had pretty much prepared myself for another disappointment.
I had a follow up ultrasound 8 days later to make a decision about what to do. And to our surprise there was a little peanut with a strong heartbeat measuring at 7 weeks and 5days. RELIEF!
So my doctor put me on bed rest until I got close to eleven weeks. That meant I could not workout at all...super annoying. To add the fun I had been feeling like total crap. I still have zero energy, I was nauseous all day long. I puked every once in awhile. One time I couldn't even make it back into my house and I spent a good ten minutes kneeling over the rocks in my driveway (I am sure the neighbors loved that). I couldn't eat anything paleo because all I can manage to get into my body is bread and pasta. I tried to look at all of it as a positive...being sick is bliss, but this pregnancy started off so much harder than Trevor.
Well we are now officially at 16 weeks. We found out that we are going to be expecting baby boy #2. I always knew that I would be a mom of boys and I am happy to be ending our family after this little man. I am starting to feel better (other than the occasional illness). I still lack any energy and motivation, but that's life. Heartbeat is still strong and I am starting to actually get excited about having this little man. Now...I have to actually start preparing for baby number #2.
