Pregnancy Weeks 9-15 Plus Gender Reveal
Dear poor neglected blog,
You have not been forgotten. I have not been too busy to write, although a lot has happened. I have been suffering from a terrible case of the pregnant lazies. The sheer level of exhaustion and pure lack of motivation to do virtually everything is next level. I want to sit on my ever-growing butt and do nothing.
Stick around for the gender reveal…
Alright, since I am about a bajillion weeks behind, I will start from week 9. So, I was told the pinnacle of morning sickness was about week 8. I am sure this is some kind of sick cosmic joke. Or it may be reassurance from doctors so that our species will go on. It could and did get much worse. In the last post I reported that I had severe nausea but was not worshipping the porcelain throne. Oh how the mighty fall. Chasing a two-year old while simultaneously dealing with morning sickness is interesting… I wasn’t even sick with our first son.
At ten weeks I went in for genetic blood work. My insurance covers most of it so I figured I might as well. A week later my doctor called. I found out I was a carrier for a genetic disorder. Well, poop. She put up information online and told me to look it over and that my husband would be tested later to determine if he was also a carrier. A bit of a blow I was not expecting, but I felt confident that this was a healthy pregnancy so I went to the online portal.
So, let me back up a bit. I really wanted to be team green this pregnancy. That means I wanted the gsex of the baby to be a surprise. I was getting a lot of grief from my husband and family to find out, but I figured they could look and keep it a secret for me.
Alright, back to the online portal. There was no information on genetic disorders, but clear as day was the gender. I didn’t want to know, I petulantly whined in my head as I closed the browser. Maybe I could convince myself I had not seen it. Surely my surprise was not so quickly whisked away as a minuscule glance at a screen. But I knew it was. I reopened the browser in search of information, but there was none to be found.
So, more secrets. As I have written before, they aren’t exactly my forte. However, I was determined to keep it a secret. In fact the only person I revealed it to was my awesome sister-in-law who already wanted to throw a reveal party. I managed not to drop any pronouns to my husband despite me immediately telling him that I found out and was disappointed that I didn’t get to have a surprise this time.
- A few days later I saw the OB for my 12 week appointment and let her know it was up. She was mortified. I had already become more than okay with it by this point. In fact, it was fun having something only I knew. I reassured her that it really was okay. The only thing she has to do to make me happy is keep the baby and me safe and healthy. Everything else is just details in the long run. We were far more anxious about the results from the blood draw they did on my husband to determine if our baby was at risk.
My gut feeling everything was fine turned out to be right. My husband was not a carrier and now we have one extra layer of reassurance that at least the baby is safe in that way.
I started to feel a bit better although I was still suffering from morning sickness. This is also when people started noticing I was pregnant at the gym. I was steady feeling flutters too!! They are right about it being so much sooner with the second.
Week 14 and 15
We also decided to buy a house because why make things easy on ourselves. We got an offer accepted around 14 weeks and put our house on the market right at 15 weeks. A pregnant woman scrubbing on her hands and knees is not a pretty sight, but at least I had help from my wonderful husband.
Speaking of wonderful. He really is a saint. I have had the patient of a gnat, the motivation of a sloth and the temper of a Tasmanian Devil and he has still been so supportive.
So, we also had a gender reveal party. Without further ado, we are having another BOY!!!
Hopefully I will tend to you a bit sooner my poor, neglected blog.
A tired, pregnant mama