Every year our seminary friends (known as the Bad Kids) and their progeny get together for a weeklong vacation of fun, camaraderie, decompression, and relaxation. The location varies year to year because we live all over and we try to be democratic about it. This year’s location: the White Mountains of New Hampshire. In January. This is insanity for me as a native Floridian – winter and I do not mix (for example, look no further as to when I slipped on icy stairs and ended up getting staples in my head). It’s just not my native habitat, and I know this. But I will go anywhere at any time of the year to see these fine people – totally worth it.
And we survived winter, where the temperatures peaked at 32 degrees and most often hovered in the single digits. I even went out (willingly) in the snow to watch the kids play (for 5 minutes, don’t get crazy). It was fun to see Henry discover snow for the first time, since the only other time he experienced it was at 9 months old, and he hated it. He really wanted to build a snowman, but the snow wasn’t quite right so he settled for watching Frozen with the sisters.
Other highlights for me were sitting around the fire in the evenings, laughing and eating together, discovering the awesomeness of LL Bean, chowing down on delicious barbecue in our own room of a brewery, and sightseeing the picturesque villages of the mountains (by car, in the heat). I would love to come back and visit the area, just next time it should be in the summer, when life in Florida is God-awful hot.
I’ve reached the halfway point of this pregnancy, and we now know that we will be having another BOY in late May! I am so happy that our baby boy is growing perfectly – all organs developing well, heart beat 147 bpm, and weighing in at around 9 ounces. I’ve started feeling him kick and move throughout the day, which is my favorite part of pregnancy (except the direct kicks to the bladder – ugh). It will be so nice for Henry to have a brother for his best friend, to share experiences, toys, and space with, yet when we found out we were having a second boy I was disappointed.
I really, really wanted a girl. Mostly to balance out the boy-ness of our house, to have someone to commiserate with, and share my love of girly things. We aren’t planning on having more than two kids, so I’m never going to get my girl baby. And that is okay. Okay for me to feel disappointed and sad while being totally stoked we are set to have another cuddly boy around. Okay because I am a fantastic mama to Henry and I know I’ll be a great mama to this little guy. I love him so so much already, and if he’s anything like his big brother, that love is going to continue to grow.
I made it to the second trimester and my nausea is slowly disappearing! And then promptly got sick with a cold. At least it has been a minor cold and didn’t affect my asthma at all, and I’m on the tail end of it now. Here’s hoping I don’t get sick again throughout the rest of my pregnancy, because not being able to take anything to feel better is the worst.
On a happier note, I had my monthly checkup today at Breath of Life, and everything is progressing well. I heard the baby’s heartbeat for the second time (first time was at 9 weeks), and it was in the 150-160 range. That’s pretty much the bulk of the appointment, other than doing the routine vitals. I made my next appointment for the end of the month, and also scheduled my fetal ultrasound. Since I’m not feeling the baby move yet (despite he/she moving all around while the midwife tried to find the heartbeat) I’m super excited to see our baby and find out whether it is a boy or girl just before the new year.
I’m currently six weeks pregnant with baby #2 so baby is the size of a pea at 0.25 inches long. Baby is beginning to get facial features, its circulatory system is developing at a rapid pace, and may even be wiggling its hands and feet.
I’m feeling pretty miserable with complete and total exhaustion, and all day nausea (no puking, just feeling like it) wearing me down. I almost wish people knew I was pregnant so I wouldn’t have to pretend to be feeling great, but not enough to actually tell. I like how it is mostly our little secret, and I’m still scared I could miscarry.
I toured the Breath of Life Birth Center in Largo this week, and pretty much decided this is where I’d like to give birth assuming no complications. Last time around, I hated not knowing the doctor who breezed in at the last minute to help deliver, and also all the interventions that began when my water broke but no contractions started. At the Birth Center, I will get to know the entire team of midwives, nurses, and staff who will be present for delivery, and hopefully feel better cared for during the prenatal, delivery, and postpartum process. I’m also excited (and a little scared) to have a natural childbirth, something I really wanted last time around and just couldn’t make happen. I don’t have my first appointment until I’m 9, almost 10, weeks, so it’s just a waiting game at this point.
Today (9/22/15), I am five weeks pregnant. According to the online community, this means my baby is the size of an appleseed, measuring a quarter of an inch long. It is starting to form its major organs, and its fetal heartbeat is visible. Other than the positive pregnancy tests I’ve taken (first positive super early at 3 weeks, 4 days!), I’m completely wiped out from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep at night, my breasts are sore and tingly off and on, nausea comes and goes, and I’m definitely crampy sometimes. TMI, maybe, but I say bring on the symptoms -it means the little one growing inside of me is more likely to stick around.
My first pregnancy (before Henry) ended in miscarriage at about 7 weeks, but the baby stopped growing at 5 weeks, so I’m in the scary zone (for me) within the also scary First Trimester where 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage. I’m trying my best to not think about that, and calmly and happily remind myself when I wake up that today I am pregnant, and that is amazing, no matter what could happen later. I also have a two year old to chase after this time around so there is less time to sit and dwell on the what ifs. But I’m still anxious and scared, and that doesn’t go away.