My First 7 Weeks

I don’t know why, but I expected this time around to be super easy. I mean, I’m healthy now, everything should be easier, not the case.

First time around I got knocked up without even trying, a major oopsies, our relationship was still very new, so new that the last normal menstrual period they counted the pregnancy from was before I’d even met my now husband.

This time, it took us 3 months to get pregnant (I know, whine whine whine, some people take years). In this time I learned I ovulate a week before my period is due. If I miss my period I won’t get a positive on my pregnancy test (most ladies ovulate 2 weeks before the start of their period). So when they tested me during my annual check-up after my period was already 4 days late, I got a negative. Let me tell you, that threw us through a loop, I’m pretty regular and I had spotting (implantation) the day before my period was due. I knew I was, so having been denied was confounding.

December 21^st, I woke up at the crack of dawn for no reason. I had to pee and I had a pregnancy test so I figured I’d go for it. Being Friday it was close enough. Lo and behold I got my “PREGNANT” on the lovely EPT digital. I love them, but if I was having any more kids, I would realize that buying a test is pointless since I can’t test until a week after missing my period and honestly, that’s already your answer, isn’t it?

So, moving on, la la la, Happy Solstice I’m pregnant! Best gift ever!! I do some math, I’m due around my birthday. Called the OB set up my 8 week appointment (don’t tell them, but I’ll only be 7 ½ weeks by then, but those silly folks used my last period to calculate and I’m not opposed to seeing my little T-Rex early).

We’re keeping the news pretty quiet until Monday’s ultrasound. Once I hear and see our baby I’ll be hard pressed to not scream the news from the rooftops, we are THAT excited.

My son is overjoyed by the thought of a baby. Unfortunately he won’t be allowed to attend the ultrasounds, I was really hoping he could to help him bond, but he’s learning to be extra gentle with me in the meantime. I think it’ll sink in more when I bring him home pictures and I start to really show.

Speaking of, at 7 weeks, I’m already showing, I have a soft curve going on, it’s a little irritating. How am I supposed to keep a secret with my already changing body?

My little blueberry has been making my wardrobe annoying since it’s sesame sized days, and I’m already in maternity pants. Holding off on the shirts cuz they are wicked obvious, but I’ve had to pack up all of my shorter shirts that would show my belly banded maternity pants.

On to the symptoms!

I’m freezing all the time, I am guessing that has to do with the estrogen flooding my body much like it did when I was in my rapid weight loss phase and was cold ALL THE TIME. I’m at work, with layers of clothes and a space heater (not a small one either, it’s like 4 feet long) and I’m still shivering from time to time.

My boobs hurt, they’ve been hurting since we started trying, I think my body has decided my poor deflated boobs were no long considered mature and needed some work. They have nearly obtained their former fullness (not size thank goodness, though I’m sure I’m up to a D now). While me and my husband love the effect I just wish the growing process hadn’t been so painful.

I’m not hungry, but if I don’t eat every 3 hours my blood sugar plummets. Considering I couldn’t keep my sugar down within normal ranges during my first pregnancy this is just freaking weird. Of course because my sugar is normal or low, I’m never hungry, which leads to the drops, or worse, the queasiness I didn’t really have the first time around.

I’m exhausted, I’m supposed to be coordinating surprise efforts for my husband’s birthday and I’m just not able to make things happen the way I saw them in my head. They’ll still be awesome and it will still happen, but I’m frustrated with myself for not putting in the effort he deserves.

I ache this time around too. My joints are loose and sore, I didn’t so much notice that last time around.

I’m not really complaining, I’m just amazed over how different things can be and how different isn’t any easier. Healthy really doesn’t change my mindset either. I still worry about my developing baby, I still fear miscarriage. I’m more mindful of my food when I get a choice, but it’s rather bossy on that too. I have developed an aversion to fat, turns my stomach. I know it’s for the best, but sometimes a girl just wants wings, or canned chicken, turkey, or salmon and it’s hard to get myself to eat any of those things right now. Bring on trimester 2!