Hooray! The end is in sight (of the first trimester)! According to my estimated due date, today is the last day of my first trimester. What a doozy it has been.
First, the technical stuff. Unlike with Shepherd, I haven’t been nearly as dehydrated or quite as nauseous; this time around, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck at about 2 p.m. every day. I started feeling the effects of the first trimester literally the day after we moved in to our new house on April 25, and I took a test to confirm my suspicion on May 1. Since then, I’ve had a handful of horrible days, and a handful of days when I’ve felt completely normal, but most days have been predictable: wake up feeling great and end the day feeling not well.
In the last ten days, much of the nausea and extreme exhaustion has tapered off; what lingers is plain-old tiredness and food aversions. I hated the thought of Chick-fil-A and Chipotle when I was pregnant with Shepherd, but I have craved both this time around, along with citrus, red meat, potatoes, blueberries, donuts, sweet and sour candy and sweet drinks. For the past month, most of my lunches and dinners have been bowls of Special K with strawberries. One day, I ate a whole (small) watermelon. Bread, chicken (except Chick-fil-A), salads, and cheeses have all been on the blacklist until recently. Aaron is ready for this part of pregnancy to be over.
I had my first appointment at 12 weeks. They could not find the heartbeat, which is apparently very normal for early pregnancy, but was no less terrifying for me. My midwife scheduled an ultrasound for later in the week, and at that visit, I immediately saw my little bunny’s long legs and heard his/her heartbeat. It was the sweetest sound. We want to find out whether the baby is a boy or girl, and hopefully by my birthday we will know for sure! I have a very, very strong feeling about the baby’s sex, but I don’t prefer one to the other. Either way will be wonderful!
I’ve heard that the second and subsequent pregnancies seem to pass by much faster. This has been true for me. Aaron and I are so excited to meet this new baby already, though it’s strange to think of having a baby who is not Shepherd. He is all we have known, and it’s almost impossible to think there will be a new, distinct and equally loved little one in our family soon. Shepherd will be 22 months old when new baby arrives. I am so happy they will have each other, and I pray they grow up as best friends and stay that way all their lives.
When I think about how I feel about having a baby, a second baby, all I feel is overwhelming gratitude. So much has changed since I was pregnant with Shepherd, and I am so thankful to be in a place we love and to have the means to support our family with me working from home. Maybe that is one reason why I have felt much more easy-going these past three months, an emotion I absolutely did not feel during my pregnancy with Shepherd.
I’ll post less often about pregnancy this time around, though in longer, more substantive posts that cover several weeks at a time, only because I don’t want to repeat so much of what I’ve already said. I’m eager to get to work on the nursery as well as Shepherd’s big boy room (which will be interesting!), so I’ll be blogging about those projects along with other house projects and stories about our daily life, too. I’m excited to be pregnant during summer and fall, especially over football season. For some reason, this seems like a very concrete way to mark the days until baby gets here. Maybe we will get a Big Ten championship baby!
I’ll close with this: do you have any advice for us as our family grows? We’d love to hear your wisdom!