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| From Week 8 to Week 10 ... |
| Once the initial glow is over, I start to notice the little changes and the reality of pregnancy kicks in. Although I don't throw up or get nauseous, I do certainly get hungry! Everything tastes good ... very good! I want a bite of everything but dessert, which I am not craving. Nothing sweet please? I keep shoveling in the carbohydrates and I am constantly thinking about what I will eat for my next meal as I chew away. I will eat again in two hours. SCARY! I start to feel fat immediatley, mainly because I am so incredibily fatigued that the thought of doing any excerise or daily chore is unfathomable. As someone who has been athletic since I was a kid, not doing anything but laying down for a nap or eating while I watch TV is at the least, a BIG adjustment! If I am not working or eating, I am sleeping. I don't have the energy to do much of anything. Not having the typical mood swings you hear about. I'm not yelling at Jason for leaving the lid up or screaming at Owen for being under my feet. Although, I still get annoyed, I do not lose control as I have heard other pregnant women do. Jason is thankful, I am sure. I do, however, find myself crying at commercials and TV shows. Jason seems to be more emotional in that sense too ... he says its the baby horomones. |
| There is always the underlying fear that something could still go wrong. I feel getting this far has been such a long haul that I cannot imagine losing this baby and starting over again. But every day that goes by, I remind myself that my chances of miscarriage go down and down, and I am grateful. Since I know the exact date of my pregnancy, I congratulate myself every Monday for being another week pregnant. I had a 9 week check up .. my first visit with a doctor. Jason was able to go and we arrived early. We were both so excited to be seeing this doctor. The nurse had arranged this meeting in hopes that we could sneak in an early ultrasound. We desperatly wanted a picture to share and hang on the fridge! When she came in the room, I was most uncomfortable, but quickly felt a connection with her. I was sure Jason would stay for the routine papsmear, but he said he would sit in the lobby and wait to be called in to listen to the heartbeat. But we decided to listen first, then gross stuff later so he wouldn't have to wait. The doctor pulled out a wand that was attached to a speaker. She placed it wand tip on my belly and searched for the heartbeat. Nothing. Wait! No.. it was my heartbeat. No baby heart beat! I was scared to death. So the doctor said not to worry, but she would do an ultrasound and we 'should' be able to hear it then. It didn't matter, she could have told me a million times that everything was okay and it wouldn't have mattered. There was no heartbeat. She finished her exam, everything was normal. And she called Jason back to the ultrasound room. I almost had to relocate my neck to watch the monitor, but it was only a quick second before you could see the baby! Oh my gosh! It just moved! It's leg kicked! It's okay? Yes, she found the heartbeat. 176 bpm. Very healthy she said! OH what a relief! The doctor was smiling and seemed to share in the new found joy as we did. I was very emotional. It was the best experience thus far! The doctor printed out some pictures and we left there and stopped by my moms office to show off the grandchild! |
| Meanwhile - I lose my waistline. Overnight. My figure was in great shape and my small waist was probably the best thing about my body. Now it's not small anymore and I feel like a tree trunk. I just don't fit into any of my clothes anymore and I look like a shapeless blob. It seems to me that I have gained at least 10 pounds, but the scale at the doctors office showed only a 3 pound weight gain since before I was pregnant. I was SHOCKED! Ok, so I didn't get fussed at ... very good. I will keep eating! |
| Week 9 weight = 123 pounds |
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| Belly shot at 10 weeks |