Things are picking up pace in the Proebsting household! After a whirlwind Christmas weekend, we came home and unloaded presents, realizing 1) that we are in fact having a baby, and 2) that this baby is already spoiled. For someone not even born, he sure got a ton of presents!! But mom and dad are thankful, after all, that's less we have to buy!
As if I wasn't aware before (and I was), I now know without a shadow of a doubt that we are having a baby. It's a little hard to believe before you can hear anything, feel anything, and clothes still fit. BUT, in only the last few days this baby has made sure we know he is alive and well. It all started last Wednesday. You all saw the picture... hello, baby bump. I had one before, or at least thought I did. My pants were difficult to button, and I was aware of my growing belly. However, the belly in that picture arrived over night. I'm not really sure where it came from either. But I remember waking up, looking in the mirror, and literally saying in my head... woah. I figured I was half asleep still, or seeing things, so I went about my day. But when I got home, Kyle actually noticed it. I don't remember his exact words, but it was something to the affect of... "woah, I guess you're really pregnant." And thus, we had to take a picture to mark the momentous day. Ever since then I have felt like I'm carrying around an extra load, which makes me really nervous for June and July. That was Wednesday. Move forward to Sunday morning, about 5:30am. I did not sleep Saturday night, nothing new. So I was laying in bed day dreaming about the future, and I put my hand on my belly, mainly just because it's already a habit of mine. BUT, I felt something! Something hard. And if I wasn't pregnant, I would have thought it was a tumor. So naturally, I started poking it. Ha, poor baby. Thinking to myself, "is this what, who I think it is?!" I felt all around my stomach to see if it was all hard... it wasn't. Everything else was the normal squishy belly I'm used to, except for this one precious little spot right under my belly button. I'm pretty sure I was visibly glowing. I just kept poking it, and smiling. Then, at 5 minutes til 6 I woke Kyle up, took his hand, and said, "feel this!" Poor guy, he was half asleep. He felt it, made some kind of noise, and rolled back over. Ugh, at least I know in my heart he loves it. I lied in bed forever, not wanting to get up, because I knew that once I did he would move and I would have to wait for him to resurface. But alas, the need to go to the bathroom got the best of me. Rats. That was Sunday. Fast forward to today, about noon. I'm at the doctors office. She says, "are you ready to hear something?" Duh. So I'm laying there, bracing myself for her to roll the thing all over my stomach trying to find the heartbeat. Well, all she had to do was touch it to my belly... thud thud thud thud thud. (Sorry, that's the best I can describe it with words). I thought for a split second, that's just my heartbeat. Ha, I was clearly delusional. Quickly, and thank God, she snapped me out of that thought with a, "there it is." And there it was. So fast! And so strong! 165 beats a minute. I could have listened to that all day. I should have asked her if I could keep the doppler, but I chickened out. Bummer.
So there it is. We're having a baby. A real one, with a heartbeat and everything. I'm on cloud nine.
So with that heartbeat, I begin my SECOND trimester! I believe time is actually flying. So here are some updates:
Sickness: still there. In fact, I threw up all night. When I was at the doctor today, I weighed in at one pound less than my pre pregnancy weight. She was a little concerned about this, and gave me a prescription to try and help. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath. But the good news is, I now have permission to eat large quantities of food whenever I want!
Cravings: canned peaches, wings, chili, waffles, and now thanks to going home for Christmas, cinnamon raisin english muffins.
Aversions: Subway (which I may never eat again), and peanut butter.
Biggest bummer: I can no longer button OR zip my jeans.
Biggest excitement: Going into what will be his nursery and watching the collection of baby things grow.
Most anxious for: February 15th! The day we find out if it's a Jack or a Leah!! And I will say it again, I do not care what it is. Stop telling me it's one or the other though, you don't know.
Biggest challenge: staying awake past 8. That will be put to the test this weekend, wish me luck!
Most emotional: Putting my hand on the hard lump in my belly, and never wanting to take it off.
Most dreading: Waddling around in the hot summer month of June.
Goal for this trimester: 1) stop being sick 2) start exercising again
That about wraps it up. See you next week. Have a happy and safe New Year! Don't drink and drive, there will be pregnant people like me on the roads...
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