I am so epically tired it's not even funny. Our last appointment went just fine, both babies are wonderful, amniotic fluid is great, and my placenta previa looks like it's going to clear itself up. Thank goodness! I've been feeling a lot of movement from Twin B today, and I've even been graced with a few little flutters from Twin A as well!
We were unable to tell the genders this time, because they both had their butts turned towards the front with their legs tucked around their stomachs. Little monkey's! Oh, Twin B has also changed his position. They were head to toe in a ying yang pose, but now Twin B has his head resting on Twin A's stomach. It's awfully cute in the pictures, which I will post, as soon as I figure out how to transfer the pictures from our PC to my Mac. We got a really nice one of Twin A's hand, it looks like she was waving at us!
Well, so far my sister in law is an hour late. She's supposed to be coming over to help me sort through laundry and get rid of the excess stuff, but so far, no show. Which is sad, because I think I'm just going to pass out and sleep the rest of the day away. After I eat a tuna sandwich and some ritz crackers...
Twin pregnancies, more so than singletons, are measured in milestones. You know how in every pregnancy (twin or not) everyone anxiously awaits that magical 12 week/first trimester-is-over time? Well, with twins, 12 weeks is great, but there are several other milestones we must reach before we can breathe easy.
Milestone #1: 20 weeks-
While the 12 week mark, the end of the first trimester (and hopefully morning sickness!), for a singleton decreases the odds of miscarrying by a whole heck of a lot, for twins it's different. The risk of miscarrying (also called Vanishing Twin Syndrome) doesn't truly decrease until about 20 weeks. And while the odds of one twin vanishing decrease, surprisingly enough, the odds of having a still birth with one, or both, twins never truly decrease. (Scary thought, huh?) I have yet to find a concrete answer on why this is, but the general thought is that there is much more stress on the mothers body and on the babies during a twin pregnancy, increasing the risk of complications. Although there is a very happy part of this milestone! If you have not yet found out the genders of your little peas, now is the perfect time to do it. There is still enough womb (hehe I made a joke!) in there for, uh, things, to be accessible to the ultrasound technician, and everything is fully developed, so there is less of a chance of your tech getting it wrong.
While the 12 week mark, the end of the first trimester (and hopefully morning sickness!), for a singleton decreases the odds of miscarrying by a whole heck of a lot, for twins it's different. The risk of miscarrying (also called Vanishing Twin Syndrome) doesn't truly decrease until about 20 weeks. And while the odds of one twin vanishing decrease, surprisingly enough, the odds of having a still birth with one, or both, twins never truly decrease. (Scary thought, huh?) I have yet to find a concrete answer on why this is, but the general thought is that there is much more stress on the mothers body and on the babies during a twin pregnancy, increasing the risk of complications. Although there is a very happy part of this milestone! If you have not yet found out the genders of your little peas, now is the perfect time to do it. There is still enough womb (hehe I made a joke!) in there for, uh, things, to be accessible to the ultrasound technician, and everything is fully developed, so there is less of a chance of your tech getting it wrong.
Milestone #2: 24 weeks-
No one wants you to deliver as early as 24 weeks, but the reality is that at 24 weeks, your babies have an 80% chance of survival if they were to be born now, barring infections or other complications. It's called the "threshold of viability." Would they have extensive NICU time? Definitely. Typically, premature babies live in the NICU until their due date…so in this case, 3 months of NICU time, or more depending on any complications. Would there be lifelong mental/physical issues? Probably. But, they would more than likely live…even if they weighed only about 1.5 pounds a piece at birth.
No one wants you to deliver as early as 24 weeks, but the reality is that at 24 weeks, your babies have an 80% chance of survival if they were to be born now, barring infections or other complications. It's called the "threshold of viability." Would they have extensive NICU time? Definitely. Typically, premature babies live in the NICU until their due date…so in this case, 3 months of NICU time, or more depending on any complications. Would there be lifelong mental/physical issues? Probably. But, they would more than likely live…even if they weighed only about 1.5 pounds a piece at birth.
Milestone #3: 28 weeks-
Again, no one wants you to have a baby that soon, but your chances of survival jump to 95% at that point. Lasting mental and physical abnormalities due to prematurity also drop in probability. They may have learning disabilities, but maybe not. Most twins, regardless of when they are born, are generally late in developmental things, in all areas, but they usually catch up by their second birthday. Even with this rough start, the babies will spend a month or two in the NICU, but if they are breathing well unassisted, eating and growing, they may go home with you sooner than expected.
Again, no one wants you to have a baby that soon, but your chances of survival jump to 95% at that point. Lasting mental and physical abnormalities due to prematurity also drop in probability. They may have learning disabilities, but maybe not. Most twins, regardless of when they are born, are generally late in developmental things, in all areas, but they usually catch up by their second birthday. Even with this rough start, the babies will spend a month or two in the NICU, but if they are breathing well unassisted, eating and growing, they may go home with you sooner than expected.
Milestone #4: 34 weeks-
If you make it to 34 weeks, your entire medical team, and there are LOTS of people behind you in your pregnancy, breaths a sigh of relief, while remaining cautiously optimistic. At this point, your babies could be delivered and may spend only a week or even a few days, in the NICU (again, depending on their breathing and eating abilities). Just as an aside, sometimes one twin is discharged while the other is not. This is not uncommon, since more often than not, one twin weighs more than the other and has a better grasp on breathing and eating on their own.
If you make it to 34 weeks, your entire medical team, and there are LOTS of people behind you in your pregnancy, breaths a sigh of relief, while remaining cautiously optimistic. At this point, your babies could be delivered and may spend only a week or even a few days, in the NICU (again, depending on their breathing and eating abilities). Just as an aside, sometimes one twin is discharged while the other is not. This is not uncommon, since more often than not, one twin weighs more than the other and has a better grasp on breathing and eating on their own.
Milestone #5: 37 weeks-
37 weeks is considered full term for twins, unlike the 40 weeks for a singleton baby. That's because twins develop, on average, two weeks ahead of their singleton counter parts until about 34 weeks gestation, and by that point, their growth slows down. So at full term, 37 weeks, twins weigh between 4 and 5 pounds each. (Although I have read about twins weighing 7 pounds a piece! That's the average size of a singleton newborn!) If you are lucky enough to deliver now, your twins will probably only receive basic NICU time, and more than likely be discharged at the same time as you are from the hospital.
37 weeks is considered full term for twins, unlike the 40 weeks for a singleton baby. That's because twins develop, on average, two weeks ahead of their singleton counter parts until about 34 weeks gestation, and by that point, their growth slows down. So at full term, 37 weeks, twins weigh between 4 and 5 pounds each. (Although I have read about twins weighing 7 pounds a piece! That's the average size of a singleton newborn!) If you are lucky enough to deliver now, your twins will probably only receive basic NICU time, and more than likely be discharged at the same time as you are from the hospital.
So far, I haven't hit any of these milestones, since I'm only 16 weeks along, but every day I get a little closer to that first milestone. Every day I get a little closer to holding my sweet babies in my arms. Every little kick they give me sends me soaring up to cloud nine, and I know that they are there and one day I will meet them.
I have 6 days, (next Wednesday) until my next ultrasound appointment with my Dr., and hopefully we will able to determine what sexes they are! Hopefully they hold still long enough :) The last ultrasound we had, Twin B wouldn't hold still and made it very difficult for her to get a lock on his heartbeat.
And yes, I said his. While we don't have proof yet of what they are, my mothers intuition (and I'll admit it, my hope) says Twin A is a girl and Twin B is a boy. I don't know why I think that, I just do. I unconsciously refer to each of them as a boy or girl, and while I may be proved wrong in just under a week, I do hope I'm right.
Because really, if I don't give Chris a son, I think he'd go nuts having to deal with FOUR girls ^^ Well, that may actually be entertaining... :D
I am now into my 15th week, both babes are doing fantastic with heart beats coming in at 153(B) and 166(A). We have an ultrasound scheduled for the end of the month, exactly two weeks from today, the 21st of September. This ultrasound, hopefully, will be the one where we find out the genders! I can't wait for that moment, but I'm also very very anxious about it.
Now, no judging me here, because this is just my own opinion and I'm fully aware that a lot of people don't hold my same viewpoint. But, I am terrified of having two boys. To be completely honest, I don't even want one. I really don't need to explain why, but the big bullet points are things like: More destructive, more aggressive, more prone to breaking themselves (bones and the like), more stubborn, harder to potty train, and need I mention the whole peeing in your face thing? Gross.
I have gathered this information first hand. I started babysitting when I was 12, and every single boy that I have had to babysit, with or without siblings, have been utter terrors. I can't chalk it all up to parenting, because some of the boys I have babysat have had female siblings, even younger ones, who would rather sit and play dollies than try to climb the bookshelf and pop off the barbies heads. Now, one of my best friends has babysat a lot of boys and has told me that the ones she has had were fantastic and not at all demons, so I know that there are "good" boys out there... I just don't even want to chance it.
Plus, when you take into account that my husband has 7 siblings, 5 of them male... I think we have enough boys there already. I have taken into account the fact that while he doesn't REALLY want a boy, I'm of the opinion that all fathers need a son. I don't care how tomboy the girls are, it's just not the same as having a son. Not that Chris is overly athletic or into sports or anything that our daughter Felicity couldn't do (I think she will be besting him at video games by the time she's five), but it's just the little light I see in his eyes when he thinks about us having a son.
So I've come to terms with having one boy, especially since my intuition tells me we are, but I really don't think I could physically, or emotionally handle two. Maybe sequentially, but not together. When I've told people, after being asked what Chris and I "want", that I will take anything that isn't two boys, I get the question "Well what about two girls?" I just have to look at them like, what about it? Are you kidding? I would love to have two girls! Especially if they are anything like my darling Felicity. Oh yeah, when she's mad the devil runs for cover, but she is the sweetest, smartest, and most incredible little being I've ever met. No bias on that comment either ^^
It is, perhaps, the single reason that I am going to find out the genders of my twins. Because I DO have a preference. If that sounds bad to you, imagine my guilt. I already love these little monkey's more than I can say, and I feel awful to think that I will be disappointed come the 21st. I have been reading a lot about gender disappointment, and while I didn't think it was that big of a deal, it's one of the top contributing factors in postpartum depression. I already went through a mild case of that with Felicity. Mainly because we had trouble breastfeeding which made me feel like a bad mother. I was able to pump and feed her through a bottle, so she was getting the "good stuff" from me, but it wasn't the same as being able to supply that milk for her without the use of a pump and bottle.
And to be honest, I would rather be disappointed at an ultrasound than at the birth of my children. If we find out that we are having twin boys this month, it gives me time to get used to the idea, grieve over the loss of the dreams and ideas I had about a boy/girl pair, and move on. But if I were to wait until the day they were born, and then find out it was two boys... I don't think I would be very motivated to do anything. I'd be depressed, mopey, and I may not feel that drive to do absolutely everything for them. Now that is a bad thought.
So in two weeks, we will find out. And in 8ish weeks, I will have a fantastic baby shower, thrown by my awesome friend Gemma. And sometime in January or February, our little peas will arrive!
Ok, little back story first. A friend of mine's daughter, who's a little older than I am, has the most adorable one year old son. She is having issues with Connor's, her son, father, and just started a new job. Now, usually when you get hired, you're given a starting date a week or two down the road. Nope, she got to start the day after she was hired, which kind of throws finding sitters for your child into ultra high gear. Since I better get used to having another little one around the house, I offered to babysit. And it's even better, because Connor can go into daycare in September, which is about the time my doctor wants me on an almost-full bed rest.
So Connor's dad dropped him off this morning, all happy and smily. I have missed the drooly smiles and the adorable chatter of little ones. Felicity is such a big girl now, it's amazing to remember when she was this tiny.
I've got Felicity in quiet time, since she is cutting out her naps, I just make her stay in her room and either play quietly, or watch her veggie tale video, as long as she's quiet and in her room. And I've got little Connor happily cooing and mushing banana between his toes in his playpen. I discovered that he is a BIG fan of banana! I gave Felicity half a banana, and she let him take a bite (so cute!) and after that, he was hooked and kept trying to steal hers, which she didn't like very much. So I cut him up the other half in little pieces and boy, was that gone in a second! We're on our second half of banana, and he's still going strong. Apple juice and banana. Great mid-morning snack!
Ooo, I just saw an eye rub! It must be close to his nap-time. Works for me! If he sleeps while Felicity is in her quiet time, I may be able to clean off my island counter in preparation of tomorrow morning!
So Connor's dad dropped him off this morning, all happy and smily. I have missed the drooly smiles and the adorable chatter of little ones. Felicity is such a big girl now, it's amazing to remember when she was this tiny.
I've got Felicity in quiet time, since she is cutting out her naps, I just make her stay in her room and either play quietly, or watch her veggie tale video, as long as she's quiet and in her room. And I've got little Connor happily cooing and mushing banana between his toes in his playpen. I discovered that he is a BIG fan of banana! I gave Felicity half a banana, and she let him take a bite (so cute!) and after that, he was hooked and kept trying to steal hers, which she didn't like very much. So I cut him up the other half in little pieces and boy, was that gone in a second! We're on our second half of banana, and he's still going strong. Apple juice and banana. Great mid-morning snack!
Ooo, I just saw an eye rub! It must be close to his nap-time. Works for me! If he sleeps while Felicity is in her quiet time, I may be able to clean off my island counter in preparation of tomorrow morning!
Alright, I know I have neglected both this blog and my authors blog, but there have been so many things keeping me away, the biggest one being the hormones currently raging through my body forcing me to be best friends with the toilet. I could also blame the theater, for being just so gosh darn addicting, or my beautiful, wonderful, hilarious daughter who doesn't like me paying attention to anything but her. Unless, of course, she decides she doesn't want my attention. Then I'm just not allowed to act like I'm doing something other than noticing she is giving me the cold shoulder. Aren't toddlers wonderful? [/sarcasm]
Now as for the update, as regarding everything Felicity/Family/Pregnancy. I am, as of right now, 9 weeks and 3 days along. I went off island with two of my best friends Gemma and Coral, to help me corral Felicity around, for my first ultrasound this last Wednesday. We took the 8:10am ferry out of Friday Harbor, got into Anacortes dock about 9:30, and made a bee-line for McDonald's. It's been a VERY long time since any of us have been off island, let alone eaten at a McDonald's, and it's what I was craving. Hot cakes with extra butter, sausage, and hash-browns. Mmmmm. It was amazing, and even Felicity ate. Granted, she ate my sausage and most of my hash-browns, but I did get a couple bites of those in!
After that, we headed for Island Hospital, where we sat around in the waiting room, playing hide and seek with Felicity and the chairs. They took me back to get my weight and blood pressure, and I am very happy to report I am starting to gain weight again! Because of my close relationship with the bathroom for the last several weeks, I lost about 5-6 pounds, dropping me down to 122-123 pounds, depending on which scale you look at. On Wednesday, I was my pre-pregnancy weight (and my happy place weight) of 128 lbs. I'm not overly excited to see that number jump by at least 40 pounds. My blood pressure was fantastic, as it usually is since I have my mothers side of the families blessing/curse of low blood pressure.
Once those little exams were finished, I went back out to wait while the ultrasound room was vacated and prepped for me. Now, I'm going to take a moment and share two of my horrible dreams that I had been having for about a week before this appointment. Some of you may know, that the Fourth of July weekend was stressful. We lost one of our baby kittens and had to bury him, and I bled for four days that weekend. So I was having these dreams that I was going to go in, and be told by my doctor that I wasn't pregnant. Or, I was indeed pregnant, but there was no heartbeat. So walking into the ultrasound room, I was a bundle of nerves. Gemma and Coral came in with Felicity and I, and Felicity was very concerned about Mommy on the table while this strange lady poked her tummy. As Dr. Garde examined my uterus before the ultrasound, she got this little frowny face which immediately sent me into extreme panic mode. She switched on the ultrasound and started looking, while I watched the screen nervously. One little bubble came on, then vanished as she moved around, and then suddenly, there were two babies on the screen!! Dr. Garde said, "Ah. That's why you're measuring large, you're having twins!" I started bawling, which scared Felicity, so she starting crying, which made Gemma and Coral start laughing/crying as they watched the screen. Gemma picked Felicity up and brought her over to me, and she latched onto my hand like a lifeline as I told her "It's OK honey, they're happy tears! It's OK!"
That's right. You read that correctly. Chris and I are expecting TWINS! We don't know yet, and may not know until the gender confirming ultrasound in another 8 weeks, if they are fraternal or identical, but we couldn't be more excited about our double dose of blessing!
Now as for the update, as regarding everything Felicity/Family/Pregnancy. I am, as of right now, 9 weeks and 3 days along. I went off island with two of my best friends Gemma and Coral, to help me corral Felicity around, for my first ultrasound this last Wednesday. We took the 8:10am ferry out of Friday Harbor, got into Anacortes dock about 9:30, and made a bee-line for McDonald's. It's been a VERY long time since any of us have been off island, let alone eaten at a McDonald's, and it's what I was craving. Hot cakes with extra butter, sausage, and hash-browns. Mmmmm. It was amazing, and even Felicity ate. Granted, she ate my sausage and most of my hash-browns, but I did get a couple bites of those in!
After that, we headed for Island Hospital, where we sat around in the waiting room, playing hide and seek with Felicity and the chairs. They took me back to get my weight and blood pressure, and I am very happy to report I am starting to gain weight again! Because of my close relationship with the bathroom for the last several weeks, I lost about 5-6 pounds, dropping me down to 122-123 pounds, depending on which scale you look at. On Wednesday, I was my pre-pregnancy weight (and my happy place weight) of 128 lbs. I'm not overly excited to see that number jump by at least 40 pounds. My blood pressure was fantastic, as it usually is since I have my mothers side of the families blessing/curse of low blood pressure.
Once those little exams were finished, I went back out to wait while the ultrasound room was vacated and prepped for me. Now, I'm going to take a moment and share two of my horrible dreams that I had been having for about a week before this appointment. Some of you may know, that the Fourth of July weekend was stressful. We lost one of our baby kittens and had to bury him, and I bled for four days that weekend. So I was having these dreams that I was going to go in, and be told by my doctor that I wasn't pregnant. Or, I was indeed pregnant, but there was no heartbeat. So walking into the ultrasound room, I was a bundle of nerves. Gemma and Coral came in with Felicity and I, and Felicity was very concerned about Mommy on the table while this strange lady poked her tummy. As Dr. Garde examined my uterus before the ultrasound, she got this little frowny face which immediately sent me into extreme panic mode. She switched on the ultrasound and started looking, while I watched the screen nervously. One little bubble came on, then vanished as she moved around, and then suddenly, there were two babies on the screen!! Dr. Garde said, "Ah. That's why you're measuring large, you're having twins!" I started bawling, which scared Felicity, so she starting crying, which made Gemma and Coral start laughing/crying as they watched the screen. Gemma picked Felicity up and brought her over to me, and she latched onto my hand like a lifeline as I told her "It's OK honey, they're happy tears! It's OK!"
That's right. You read that correctly. Chris and I are expecting TWINS! We don't know yet, and may not know until the gender confirming ultrasound in another 8 weeks, if they are fraternal or identical, but we couldn't be more excited about our double dose of blessing!
Yesterday, Chris and I took Felicity out to Henry island for a picnic with some of my family. My aunt and uncle own property there, so we just took their boat out and had hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato salad, and afterwards, smores with chocolate frosting! MMMM!
Felicity had great fun on the monkey rope, that's what we call it anyway. It's a thick rope on the bottom tied between two trees, with a thinner rope on top tied between the same two trees. You stand on the bottom and work your way across, and if you get two or three people on there, you can have a war. The war rules: You touch the ground, you lose. That's about it. It's a lot of fun to watch, even though I declined to participate this year because of my ' fragile condition'.
Speaking of which, it may be more fragile than I think. Over the weekend, starting Saturday, I've been bleeding. Not as heavily as I have in the past, but still. Three days worth of bleeding isn't exactly normal, not at the amount I have been. A bit of spotting here and there, fine. But this much?? So this Friday I get to go in and take another pregnancy test to see if I am still in fact pregnant.
On another upsetting note, one of our little kittens, the runt and little boy, died yesterday at 5:39pm. 21 minutes away from officially being four days old. The other kitten, the little girl, is doing well so far. She's eating healthily, and is pretty active, but you never know. Little Boy, as we called him, was like that too until yesterday morning, and he died that evening. Life is just so fragile and complicated, sometimes it's difficult to keep up my happy thoughts. This morning my friend Gemma is coming over early and we're going to bury him in one of my gardens and plant spearmint over his grave. I haven't cried yet, but that may just be because neither of these things have really 'hit' me yet. I just hope I have enough strength in me to make it to work and back home in one, relatively working, piece.
Now, I'm off to make sure my existing little girl Felicity is alive herself, she's still sleeping at almost 9 o'clock, and that is weird. I'm sure it's because she was up pretty late last night because of the firework booms startling her out of sleepy-time-land, but it never hurts to check!
Normally, this would be fantastic news and worthy of some celebration. But, it's not. Rin, Momma Cat, isn't producing milk, and we think because of that, she is rejecting the kittens. She shows very little interest in them, and we're all very concerned about it.
Other than being an idiot, she's acting normal, eating normal, and generally being her typical attention seeking annoying hyper self, so we don't think there is anything medically wrong with her, like having another kitten stuck in her belly. (I couldn't feel anything when palpitating her tummy) So my friend Gemma and I went to our local pet supply store and bought some kitten milk replacer and have been attempting to feed the kittens. It's… not going so well. They really hate the little plastic syringe we have, and the ready-made bottles we got expired in 2009!! We've gotten them to pee, no poo yet, and eat maybe a drop or two at a time, but that's about it. They're otherwise pretty vocal and active, which is good, and we got a heating pad which we keep on one half of their box on the low setting, to help keep them warm like their mother should be doing. Gemma had them last night, since I haven't had a straight nights sleep in a while, and because of my growing baby bump and chasing a toddler, I'm exhausted and don't have the energy to feed them every two hours. I most definitely have the will to do it, and I will be taking over in another day or so, but for now, I'm focusing on getting some real sleep.
If you have had any experience with kittens this young (They are roughly 39 hours old) I would be immensely grateful if you would share. We tried contacting the Animal Shelter for help, but they haven't responded, so today we are going out to Wolf Hollow, our wild animal rescue center, and see if they have a rubber nipple we could borrow, and some tips on how to get them to eat. Hopefully our little bundles of furry joy make it!
But lately, I haven't even been able to make it past 9 o'clock without yawning every couple minutes, not to mention the naps.
I usually can't sleep during the day but yesterday, I fell asleep to Despicable Me. I don't remember anything past the line "Justin, you get back here!" I feel really bad that I fell asleep on baby duty, even though when I did fall asleep, she was cuddled up next to me. Thankfully it was only about 5 and Chris comes home at 5:30, so she didn't have a chance to get into TOO much trouble, but I guess Chris came up to the bedroom, saw me sleeping, turned off the computer, changed into un-work clothes, and even kissed me on the forehead. I didn't wake up until 6:30, and went right back to bed at 10. Usually, I'm a very light sleeper. My cat meowing downstairs will wake me up. So to have him kiss me and make noise in the room is very weird for me. But hey, I am making a baby in my belly, which I guess is much more exhausting the second time around! Hah!
Oh, on a side note, my guest blog post for IntelliGender went up today here. I hope that you read it, and if you are one of those women who have gone through even a single miscarriage, that you take away at least a little bit of hope from it. I didn't write it to garner sympathy and pity from the online community, I didn't write it to play the woe-is-me card, I wrote it in the hopes that other women going through this tragedy, or even those that haven't gone through it, will know that there is life after miscarriage, and it's not impossible to have more children afterwards. This pregnancy is a testimony to that. At 5 weeks and 2 days, I couldn't be happier (despite being so tired). Sleeping as much as I need do, light walking exercise, taking my prenatal's and eating properly… That's all anyone can really do, and I hope desperately that this is the one to stick and make it through the whole 9 months.
If you are pregnant, rub that belly for me. If you have children, hug and kiss them!
First off, I've always had vivid dreams, and they can get a little scary. The night before last, I had a dream where I had a positive at home test, but when I got to the doctors office, I was told that I was NOT pregnant.
Now, for someone who has been trying to get pregnant for a while, that is pretty scary, and when it's twenty-four hours before your first doctors appointment, it's stress inducing. But thankfully, that didn't happen.
I gave them my sample, and I was told that it was a bright positive result. That made me feel a whole lot better, especially when the other concerns I had are considered normal for the general population, even though I had never before experienced these in my previous pregnancy with Felicity. So February 28th is my confirmed due date, so in another week or two, I will be heading off island for my first ultrasound of my little dot!
As for my first little dot, she declined her nap at noon, and is now passed out on Gemma's arm, her binkie hanging halfway out of her mouth, her mop of curls in her face, and her beloved bunny tucked securely under one arm. Oh how I love my little babies!!
We have a two and a half year old daughter Felicity, who was actually supposed to be a twin. We were very blessed to have her, and while I won't be going into my whole backstory in this first post, I just thought I would share a few thoughts before my darling daughter gets her fruit sugar high again. :)
Today, Tuesday the 28th, marks my sixth week, according to my LMP, and I couldn't be more excited (or sick). I have six more weeks until the risk of miscarriage goes down, and then I think I will have a party! I have my first prenatal appointment on Wednesday morning, and while this isn't with my ob doc, she's just as good and it means I don't have to make a trip off the island just quite yet.
So far, the things I've noticed about this pregnancy and my previous one with Felicity, is that I have been having much more sickness now. With Felicity, it was usually in the mornings, or if I didn't eat for a couple of hours, but it'd be fine one I ate something. There were a couple of times when the thought of food would make me sick, but that was later on. This time around, I was feeling sick and pregnant before we even got a positive test. I'm talking like a week after I ovulated. The thought of eating anything makes my stomach churn, but once I start eating, it's usually not so bad. I have a feeling that I will be living off of saltine crackers again!
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