Pregnancy Series: Weeks 5-8
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Read about when we found out here.
We were so excited about our surprise nugget! First things first though, I needed a new OB/GYN. My last wasn’t terrible… not really anyway. The appointments were almost two hours each, even when I saw the doctor 2 minutes. Then the doctor would not come when I was having the baby. A bit of a red flag. The nurse was frantically begging him to come the long journey of one floor down to deliver my son. He was convinced that I was not really about to have the baby because I progressed too quickly. Anyway, frustration tangent aside, I was looking for a new doctor, in secrecy. After scouring my Facebook feed, I finally found a mom’s group thread with recommendations. What would I do without mom’s groups? I called and they got me in for blood work the same day and the first OB appointment 2 days later. I was estimated to be about 6 weeks. It was much earlier than I went in the first time, but I was anxious to see our peanut and they set the appointment.
It was disappointing.
So, I wasn’t 6 weeks. The baby was barely a dot on the screen and too small to even determine how many weeks I was. My HCG was low and the doctor said that the timeline was just probably different. All I heard was probably. They drew more blood and scheduled a new appointment for 2 weeks later. Meanwhile. My husband and I both felt the pit of “probably” at the bottom of our stomachs. Probably is not absolute and pregnancy absolutely increases anxiety. We stopped telling people outside of immediate family, because we may have already immediately spilled the beans. What can we say? We were excited. But our excitement quickly waned into preparing ourselves for the possibility that the baby was not growing. Miscarriage is so common and heartbreaking.
Hope at last.
Thankfully, at the next appointment, we saw a 7-week little nugget with a heart rate of 141. A heartbeat! The magic words! I mean, you never stop worrying…not for your children’s entire life, but the heartbeat was the first milestone that made both my husband and myself feel like we could finally inhale a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, symptoms galore. My son was an easy pregnancy besides the excessive weight gain (around 75 lbs). He liked cinnamon rolls, okay? This pregnancy is different. I haven’t thrown up a lot. Usually only in the morning, but I have felt nauseous and fatigued all day long.
As soon as I could muster the energy, Abby Goerz took our announcement photos and we shared with the world just over 8 weeks. Not going to lie. I couldn’t wait a moment longer and was bursting from excitement. Plus, my husband has already told everyone he encountered. Check out our announcement here!
So, I am hoping to be team green this time. We have a wonderful son and a boy or girl would be great. Nobody else is on board with this decision. Apparently, they just have to know, so I may be outvoted this time.
As for my son, he is very excited about the baby in Mommy’s tummy. He also tells everyone all about it. He became so enthusiastic after finding out, that he ran around the house beaming from ear to ear laughing.
All of them
Cravings and aversions:
Anything I crave turns into an aversion once I’ve eaten it. My husband is thrilled to drive to 10 stores/restaurants only to have me snub my nose at it. Nobody said pregnant women were always pleasant.
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