Monday, December 26, 2011

Here we go!




And its begun.... yep, first trimester has started to kick my butt already. I'm 7 weeks and change and I feel terrible. With bitty baby number 1, I had no problems whatsoever! Fresh as a daisy every day until about 34 weeks. Oh no, couldn't hit the lottery twice.



Naucious EVERY DAY! I'm either starving that I have to immediately eat, or feeling stuffed so full I'm going to hurl (and I already have once). I've half hurled (you know the feeling that you are going to throw up, run to the bathroom, crouch over the toilet and just wait but all you can muster is ill tasting spit) about a dozen times. It doesn't always happen in the morning (why is it called morning sickness anyway when it happens ALL DAY LONG!)



Seriously, today I had a panera 1/2 sandwich, a cup of chicken noodle, a tiny bowl of spaghetti, and a handful of mini pretzels (well and a buttload of water) and I feel like I ate a Colonial Kitchen sink (if you are familiar with the Colonial you understand, if not its about 30 scoops of ice cream, toppings galore and whipped cream).



I take the prenatal right before bed because if i take it durning the day that makes me even more naucious. But if i wake up in the middle of the night, prenatal kicks my butt too! I hope this goes away, because I have to walk by my son's room to get to the bathroom and the bathroom shares a door with his room and I really don't want to wake him up every other night with this. But I have a feeling once this goes away the midnight bathroom escapades will be because of the increasing pressure and limiting space that my bladder gets to occupy with an ever expanding uterus shoving and poking it at all hours.








Its begun, here we go! Seriously though, I am thankful for every pain and puking scare I have. I am so blessed to have the opportunity to be pregnant and be a mom again!

Oh my goodness, looked what happened!


Holy moley!
Isn't that just the prettiest thing you have ever seen? After a few early morning hours pondering if I should make the quest into the bathroom to test for the ten thousanth day in a row, I saw what I hoped I'd see every previous morning. That beautiful BFP!! (Big Fat Positive) Now the worrying can truly begin. Is everything ok? Is the baby healthy? Am I eating healthy? How am I going to manage 2 kids? (I already have a beautiful 2 year old son) How am I going to continue working part time with 2? How am I going to handle another labor? I can't go back to my old doctor....I need to get a new doctor! Where is this new baby going to fit in my tiny house....I need to get a bigger place! I need to condence all my stuff, my son's stuff, my husband's stuff...AHHHH!

I've only known I was pregnant for like 2 seconds and already the thoughts come rushing through my mind. I hope my sanity survives bitty baby number 2!