Ahh the joys of being a pregnant woman. We are quickly approaching week 7 or 8 of this pregnancy (where did those weeks go?) and I am feeling the effects of this pea child in full swing.
Here’s our first belly shot taken at 5 weeks at the 5k.
The glorious puffy tummy a.k.a. massive bloating had just barely started then. Let it be known that it is now in full effect.
Also let it be known that if you have the desire to come over and rub my belly over the course of the neck 4-8 weeks you will not be rubbing baby mkay?
We have our first appointment and ultrasound on the 5th of November with a local doctor here in town. I am not sure if we will stay with this group or if we will end up transferring out to a midwife group closer to the end.
After our experience last time of driving an hour one way for each appointment and hours of waiting for each appointment I’m really not excited about that again. We had gone through all that effort because they told us we would allow us to have a waterbirth there.
When we arrived at the hospital we were given excuse after excuse as to why they wouldn’t let us do it. It was a frustrating experience for us all around in that regards, although went on to have a pretty good birthing experience in spite. With all the situations there and the fact that I know have a baby in tow with me I’m not super excited about going back to them.
There are a few hospitals in Atlanta that offer birthing tubs in the suites but I have yet to find a group that will take our insurance so far. Still doing research on our options up there in that regards.
The biggest question I am getting so far is the standard….how are you feeling?
Let me be honest here. I try not to envy people who seem to float through pregnancies. No morning sickness, glowing, fabulously flawless looking while corralling their 2-8 other children seemingly effortlessly.
I apparently missed the blessing train on that one. I am holding out though….one of these pregnancies somethings gonna click and I won’t be sick. Right? Ugh.
Until then I feel like a zombie….a pregnant zombie. Between weeks 5 and 11 I exist in a simultaneous state of bloated, constantly starving, nauseated, exhausted, emotional heap. I break out, sweat like a pig, feel like I’m freezing, get dizzy when I stand up too fast and generally have to pee like every five minutes.
Laying down is pretty much the only thing that brings relief. So I pretty much live on the couch and in bed right now. I do crazy things like bargaining with myself that if I just get up and put away the toys and vacuum the living room rug that then I can eat a graham cracker and lie back down.
Noah for the most part has been incredible. I am so incredibly grateful that we have a child who embraced his independent play times, because most days these days, all day is independent play time. Because mommy getting on the ground and chasing baby around quickly degrades into mommy lying on the ground feeling like barfing and then crawling back to the couch.
And yet at the same time…..it’s okay. Because I know that all those things are just my body saying “hey… hello! crazy busy person who barely stops to breathe some days…..not gonna happen, we’ve got a baby to make.
We’ve got fingers to make, and arms and legs and a sweet little kissable face to make.
Put up a backsplash? Yeah so not as important as this right now.
We’re building 250,000 cells per minute right now….can you chill out for a bit already?”
That little heart that’s beating already. Makes it all pale in comparison.
So I’ll keep making deals with myself on household tasks, keep shedding tasks to Kevin and friends when I just can’t do it, say “no”, and keep throwing balls, spoons, blocks and whatever else our sweet little boy brings me from the couch and I will be grateful.
Grateful for the chance to be a mom, to know the joy of having a little one growing inside of me. I’ll be grateful that feeling like junk for a few weeks is the hand I was dealt, instead of miscarriage or infertility or bring sick for an entire pregnancy.
Be grateful that I have a husband who is here and not a war or away for work who can’t help me. Be grateful that he’s willing to help me.
Be grateful that I have friends here who care about us and are willing to pitch in and help where they can.
So in a nutshell that’s how I’m feeling.