As of 6w4d, we have a heartbeat!!! Little Biscuit has a heartbeat, people! I don’t know why I was so concerned about him/her not having one, but I was, and it scared that crap out of me, and I held my breath for the first minute of the ultrasound. But then we saw it! That wonderful little flicker that lets you know that something in there is moving! That your baby is alive and well.
Some of you may be wondering why this post isn’t protected. Well, because for the most part, both set of parents know. Sort of. We were on Callie’s parents boat Saturday night after watching the fireworks, and Callie had told her mom that I was, potentially, maybe, a little bit pregnant, because she had asked me to help her move a very heavy wooden table. Cal’s parents weren’t really down with the whole “another baby” thing when we mentioned thinking about having more kids, and soon. Her reaction, well, it went sort of like this. “You know it already?! How can they tell so fast!? Ohhhh, wellllll, ok. Callie, help me move this table then, so we can set up the boys pack and play so they can get some sleep.” To say I was a little wounded (and angry) is a bit of an understatement, but that’s all I’m going to say about that, because along with this pregnancy comes all the pregnancy hormones, and let me tell you! I have never cried so much in my life. The joke about crying during commercials and whatnot? Not a joke to pregnant women! In the lease bit!
Symptom wise, the nausea is really kicking my ass. I sorta knew this would happen, and actually anticipated it, because my body really isn’t used to having all these hormones coursing through it. With the PCOS, I’m pretty much a textbook case (said by EVERY GYN I’ve ever had), where my lady hormones are really, really low and my male hormones are really high. If it’s true what they say, that you carry like your mother, then I’m in for it! my mother was sick for 6-7 months for each of her pregnancies. Trust me when I tell you, that I refuse to feel like this for the next 5 months, and I am not to proud to get some meds to calm this nausea. Yesterday, I threw up my early morning cup of water while brushing my teeth (yup, that totally happened) and then, I tried some crackers and water before I went off to work. Promptly threw that up in the train station parking lot while getting our of my car, and nearly puked on my suede Clark Desert Treks! I would have been really upset to have to get rid of my favorite, most expensive shoes! There is also the excessive tiredness. When I’m at work all day, it takes everything in me to keep my eyes open. I pass out on the train ride in, take a short nap during lunch, sometimes I sneak off to the bathroom, go into the huge handicap stall in the back, and catch some zzz’s (about 20 minutes worth) before my alarm (which I tuck into my bra strap so I can feel the buzz) wakes me. And then I pass out on the train going home for another 35 minutes. When it’s bed time though, I have the hardest time falling asleep! So most nights, I lie awake, listening to Callie’s deep breathing, Noah’s dinosaur grunts, and Levi’s feet constantly moving. I try and count them, like you would sheep, but I end up laughing at the little symphony that the 3 of them are putting on without even knowing it. And then of course, there are the tears…about everything! I was putting together the ceremony that I will be officiating (my little sister’s wedding) and I couldn’t get through the first 2 minutes without wiping tears from my eyes. I have NO IDEA how I’m supposed to pull myself together enough in the next 3 weeks to do this! I HAVE to keep it together, but I really just don’t know how! I’ll have to practice and practice and practice, otherwise, I’m pretty much screwed, and no one will understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, let alone be able to stand watching my snot faced, trembling lipped, shaky handed self try and keep my composure. And that’s just the most recent episode. So You Think You Can Dance (one of my top 3 all time favorite shows) literally has me a crumpled mess every Monday night. It’s just terrible!
Aside from that, everything else is going pretty great! I was getting a bit of an allergic reaction from the progesterone in oil ( in sesame oil) so they had to switch me over to oral and vaginal meds, which kinda suck, but I only have to do it for 2 more weeks, as I’ve graduated the fertility clinic, and have my first OB appointment on the 22nd. Looking forward to that. Not looking forward to being weighed, I will admit! But hey, Big girls deserve babies too, and I’ve always been heavy, and weight isn’t an indication of health, so screw that! Here’s to being a big girl and getting preggers! And just for information purposes, my last blood work came back with hCG at 22,763, and progesterone at 13.8, a little low, but the baby should be doing it’s own thing soon, so Dr. K wasn’t too concerned. Friends, so far, so good!
July 4th weekend was pretty awesome. We spend the weekend on the boat (has a Queen sized bedroom, and another room with 2 bunks beds, and also a living room couch that turns into a bed. It’s our summer home away from home!) and everyone was really loving on all of our kids! It’s nice to have the little boating community that we have. Callie’s family has been friends with these 3 particular boaters for 30+ years, and it’s nice when all of their kids come home and we get to spend time together. I love hearing their stories of all of the marina’s that they have spent time in, and the shenanigans that they pulled when they were younger. it’s nice to see them having kids too, and know that our kids will all grow up together, and share some of the same experiences that Callie did. I know she loves it too. We watched the fireworks display as we lay on the bow of the boat. The boys didn’t even mind (Noah actually slept right through), and Mary got to sit with Pop and look at their favorite fireworks together (the smiley face ones).
The next day, Sunday, Callie’s dad took us our for a swim. We had a great day, but the boys slept through most of it. Not even 10 minutes into our boat ride, they were passed out!
Mary had a blast “swimming” which actually means tying a rope to her ankle and putting a noodle between her legs while that and her life vest keep her afloat. We also threw a fishing line out and caught a sand shark and a fluke! Good eatin’!
A good weekend had by all!