Right now, I am 4 days shy of being 22 weeks along. It's kind of surreal to think that I've already gotten through half of this pregnancy. Everyday that passes, I get more and more anxious to find out the gender of our little one. Everyone keeps asking me if I've had any feelings about what the sex might be. So far, I really haven't. The only thing that would fall into that category would be the fact that when I speak of the baby, I'm more inclined to say "she." My husband has also had 2 dreams in which our baby was a little girl. We've also been told by several others that they strongly feel like we are having a girl.
I think I'm finally starting to grasp the fact that we will be parents in December... although it's still a little scary to think that someone will be calling me Mommy. My husband and I were talking today about how different and amazing Christmas is going to be this year. We are going to have our own little family! I'm starting to get very excited about what the future holds for us. We will be able to carry on our own traditions and teach our child about all the joys life has to offer... all of this while being surrounded by family for the holidays! It all seems picture perfect in my head.
Onto the subject of labor. I'm still terrified by this prospect. No amount of reassurance is going to make me feel more at ease about it. I think it's just one of those things that I'm going to have to try not to think about until the time comes. I've purposely put off reading the chapter in my baby book about it... the last time I tried, I started to sweat and get really nervous as I was reading. I will read it eventually... just not now. Speaking of reading, I'm so glad that I do so. Since I have educated myself on being pregnant, I don't feel the need to run to the E.R. every time I experience something weird... Braxton Hicks contractions, for example. If I hadn't been reading "What to Expect," I would have run straight for the doctor! We could eliminate so much of that if women would just pick up a damn book!
With the passing of these last few weeks, I've begun to feel a million times better about so many things in my life. I may not have it all but, I'm incredibly lucky to have the things that I do. My husband and I have reached a really good point in our marriage and I feel like we have gotten a lot closer together from recent experiences. He also landed a full time job that he applied for. So, we are on our way to security and making a lot of our dreams a reality. Sometimes it's funny to look back at how much we stress ourselves out about certain situations... only to find them working out in the end.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Here goes nothing...
After being persuaded by a friend, I decided that keeping a baby blog might actually be beneficial to me. Despite not being very good at documenting these types of things, I am really going to try. I'm sure it will be nice to look back at these memories someday and possibly share them with others.
I suppose I'll begin with an update from my last doctor's appointment, which was on July 6th. At that time, I was 18 weeks along. I gained 4 pounds since my visit the previous month. Altogether, I've gained 7 pounds so far. We also heard the baby's heartbeat for the 3rd time, which measured at 138. The doctor tells me that all of my tests have come back very good and the pregnancy is going very well so far, in her opinion. Physically, I'm feeling much better in my second trimester than I was in my first. I had horrible morning sickness at all times of day and was usually too tired to do much of anything. The only complaints I've had this past month seem to be with my hormones and feeling a lot of pain in my back and legs. I've just been extremely irritable and I often feel sad or upset.
So far, pregnancy is a lot different than I expected it to be. I envisioned everyone being excited about the baby and doing anything they can to help out, which is very much not the case. When I told my mom, she seemed like she really didn't care. She just asked a bunch of questions as if I were an irresponsible teenager that had no idea what I was doing. I suppose she's gotten slightly better... but, not by much. She never calls to check on me or ask how my check-ups went. I almost think I would be better off if she just flat out told me she didn't care. My dad was pretty much the same way, in the beginning. Lately, he has seemed a lot more interested though. My husband's parents have been excited since the minute we told them. They have really been very supportive and understanding.
I still don't think the fact that I'm pregnant has fully sunken in yet. My husband and I are both very excited.. but, I'm also very scared. It seems like everyone is doubting us but, I know we both have so much love to give our baby. I just want to be able to give him or her the stable and loving home that I didn't really have as a young child.
I suppose I'll begin with an update from my last doctor's appointment, which was on July 6th. At that time, I was 18 weeks along. I gained 4 pounds since my visit the previous month. Altogether, I've gained 7 pounds so far. We also heard the baby's heartbeat for the 3rd time, which measured at 138. The doctor tells me that all of my tests have come back very good and the pregnancy is going very well so far, in her opinion. Physically, I'm feeling much better in my second trimester than I was in my first. I had horrible morning sickness at all times of day and was usually too tired to do much of anything. The only complaints I've had this past month seem to be with my hormones and feeling a lot of pain in my back and legs. I've just been extremely irritable and I often feel sad or upset.
So far, pregnancy is a lot different than I expected it to be. I envisioned everyone being excited about the baby and doing anything they can to help out, which is very much not the case. When I told my mom, she seemed like she really didn't care. She just asked a bunch of questions as if I were an irresponsible teenager that had no idea what I was doing. I suppose she's gotten slightly better... but, not by much. She never calls to check on me or ask how my check-ups went. I almost think I would be better off if she just flat out told me she didn't care. My dad was pretty much the same way, in the beginning. Lately, he has seemed a lot more interested though. My husband's parents have been excited since the minute we told them. They have really been very supportive and understanding.
I still don't think the fact that I'm pregnant has fully sunken in yet. My husband and I are both very excited.. but, I'm also very scared. It seems like everyone is doubting us but, I know we both have so much love to give our baby. I just want to be able to give him or her the stable and loving home that I didn't really have as a young child.
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