8 weeks today (disregard the date of the post). Not too much change. Just getting some love handles and extra cushion in the rear. Yay. (insert sarcasm)
My Progress
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
This is my 9 week 1 day old fetus...or zygote...or embryo....whatever it is at that time. According to that age, this little one implanted on MY BIRTHDAY. Whaddaya know? It's so wee. The heartbeat was strong at 166. It was crazy seeing the heart pumping. I'm pretty sure I could see two separate chambers as it beated. Looks like a girl to me. What do you think? ;-)
2nd time's the charm
I've decided to follow Marie's lead and blog my way through my pregnancy. As you all know, this is my second pregnancy, but first viable one. It's been an emotional first trimester as I am always thinking that something else will go wrong and we'll lose this one too. I have been fortunate, though, that nothing out of the ordinary has happened.
I thought I might be in for an easy pregnancy because at the start of week 6 I still did not have any major symptoms. But, that luck ran out shortly after week 6 began and the evil monster of morning sickness set in for good. I am constantly queasy and nauseous from the moment I wake to the moment I fall asleep and nothing really makes it better. I have noticed that having company lessens it - it most likely distracts me. When I am hungry, hot, and tired is when it is at its worst. Maybe it's a good thing that Jacob and I are apart right now. I'm pretty sure he'd get sick of me. ;)
Another evil symptom that has taken control of me is CONSTIPATION. I had no idea this was an issue during pregnancy, but you can all be damn sure that I will tell everyone to expect it when they first get pregnant. I am still trying to figure out how to keep this bastard under my control, instead of vice versa.
I must say, though, the sole reward (other than making a baby) of being pregnant are the two new additions on my chest. It's like I've finally become a woman. What most girls experience at 14, I am now experiencing at 32. Better late than never, right? I am deathly afraid of what they'll look like after I stop breastfeeding. Yikes. Start saving for my boob job now, Jacob, cuz I'm a fan of my new friends.
Fortunately, I've been able to continue exercising a bit almost every day. It's been tricky figuring out how much I can do without wiping myself out, and for the most part I've gotten into a rhythm. However, with all the pigging out to stave off nausea, I've packed on almost 10 pounds at 14 weeks. I'm definitely hoping for an easier 2nd trimester.
I'm starting to have a belly that resembles pregnancy rather than just looking like a porker now, and that's psychologically easier to deal with. If you know me at all, I am a vain SOB and I am horrified to see how gross my body will become. I am not one of those women who wanted nothing more than to have babies. But I AM trying to enjoy the wonder of growing a baby - even through all the flatulence, nausea, weight gain, acne, and constipation. This is supposed to be fun, right?
So, thanks for following along. I'll try my best to keep this light, funny, and honest and not dwell on the negative (as I tend to do). Pictures and videos to come.
I thought I might be in for an easy pregnancy because at the start of week 6 I still did not have any major symptoms. But, that luck ran out shortly after week 6 began and the evil monster of morning sickness set in for good. I am constantly queasy and nauseous from the moment I wake to the moment I fall asleep and nothing really makes it better. I have noticed that having company lessens it - it most likely distracts me. When I am hungry, hot, and tired is when it is at its worst. Maybe it's a good thing that Jacob and I are apart right now. I'm pretty sure he'd get sick of me. ;)
Another evil symptom that has taken control of me is CONSTIPATION. I had no idea this was an issue during pregnancy, but you can all be damn sure that I will tell everyone to expect it when they first get pregnant. I am still trying to figure out how to keep this bastard under my control, instead of vice versa.
I must say, though, the sole reward (other than making a baby) of being pregnant are the two new additions on my chest. It's like I've finally become a woman. What most girls experience at 14, I am now experiencing at 32. Better late than never, right? I am deathly afraid of what they'll look like after I stop breastfeeding. Yikes. Start saving for my boob job now, Jacob, cuz I'm a fan of my new friends.
Fortunately, I've been able to continue exercising a bit almost every day. It's been tricky figuring out how much I can do without wiping myself out, and for the most part I've gotten into a rhythm. However, with all the pigging out to stave off nausea, I've packed on almost 10 pounds at 14 weeks. I'm definitely hoping for an easier 2nd trimester.
I'm starting to have a belly that resembles pregnancy rather than just looking like a porker now, and that's psychologically easier to deal with. If you know me at all, I am a vain SOB and I am horrified to see how gross my body will become. I am not one of those women who wanted nothing more than to have babies. But I AM trying to enjoy the wonder of growing a baby - even through all the flatulence, nausea, weight gain, acne, and constipation. This is supposed to be fun, right?
So, thanks for following along. I'll try my best to keep this light, funny, and honest and not dwell on the negative (as I tend to do). Pictures and videos to come.
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