Yesterday, we had our first doctor's appointment of the pregnancy. It was nice to have someone in the medical profession confirm that we are, in fact, pregnant. I am about 12 weeks, which puts the due date right around the week between Christmas and New Years... In some ways, that's good; my last final exam is Dec. 11th and I don't start classes again until Jan. 14th.
I think the hardest part of all this will be not being able to plan every detail of that break. I also have a feeling that my patience will be tested and I will spend a good amount of that break being pregnant. The coolest part of the appointment by far was the ultrasound... The fact that it actually looks like a baby, with a spine and everything, blew my mind. Then he/she started kicking and did a complete flip ... I had seen still pictures before, but seeing this baby actually move was incredible! It is finally setting in that 6 1/2 months, we'll have an addition to our family.
I still don't look pregnant. I am definitely getting thicker around the middle, but I'm not sure how noticeable it is. I don't feel as tired any more and I usually don't feel nauseous. The whole time I have been pregnant, I have been eating whatever I want and have not had any new cravings or aversions. I really miss wine and sushi (although I admit I still sneak a tiny bit of both every once in a while). I don't HATE being pregnant, but I really can't understand those women who claim to like it. WHY?!
Now that I have ultrasound pictures in my purse, I really want to tell certain people, but we're holding off a little bit. PJO wants to tell his parents in person, so they won't find out until we're back east in the middle of August. So we're waiting to tell people until as close to then as possible... 8 weeks until we tell friends and family seems so long now!
2 comments:
Holy crap! I'm WAAAAAY behind on blogs and just clicked over to yours after your nice comment on my Father's Day post and wow, you're pregnant! So exciting!! And great timing!
And yes, the inability to plan the exact due date will drive you crazy. It drove me nuts for 8 solid months until Landon was merciful and showed up 1 month early. Pregnancy and child birth was not intended for Type A career women ;)
btw, I just linked to you on my blog, but then I realized you don't have any links to other people and I wasn't sure if you meant for yours to be public or not. Let me know if you'd like me to take it down - I usually ask permission before doing it in the first place.
Oh, and I also do not understand the women who LOVE being pregnant. I mean I didn't hate it, but I'm not looking forward to it again. It's long, it's uncomfortable, it's long... I'd go through labor/delivery at least three times to avoid being pregnant all 9 months again.
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