A Christmas Day Surprise!

On Christmas Day we enjoyed our lunch with my Dad and Step Mother Wendy and quickly got on the road to avoid driving home at night. While in the car I fell asleep, which I normally don’t do. I felt very tired and warn out from the weekend. When I woke up, we were close to home and a thought surfaced in my head. I thought that I should have seen my cycle start by now but I had no symptoms. In denial, I tried to make up reasons why I would be late. My biggest reasoning was that my previous miscarriage had thrown my cycle so out of whack that I obviously miscalculated because there was just no way that I could be pregnant. When I got home curiosity washed over me and I ran up to the bathroom to take a quick test. Thankfully I had one left.  Within a few seconds I saw two lines appear…positive. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I ran downstairs and said to Glen “you’re never going to believe this…I’m pregnant”. The look of shock on his face was priceless as he said “what? Already? Are you sure?” Finding out that your pregnant on Christmas Day is the best gift you could ever get but I didn’t feel super excited. I was nervous and scared. I was sure that I would lose this baby too. In disbelief I kept checking for signs of a miscarriage days after that. On Christmas day I would be 4 weeks and 2 days along, according to my calculations, which puts me at a due date of September 1^st, 2013.

Thereafter I experienced very little pregnancy symptoms which I associated with losing the baby. I wasn’t really hungry like I was with Wyatt and didn’t feel like I had a heightened sense of smell like I did with Wyatt. I felt pretty normal and definitely not pregnant. A few days later we celebrated Christmas with my Mom’s side and while I was there I experienced my very first symptom, I was bloated beyond belief. I felt huge and my normally flat stomach was puffed out so far that it looked like I was four months pregnant. My pants were extremely tight and my entire belly was blown up like a balloon. It was really odd because I never experienced it with Wyatt but it was extremely noticeable and it made me feel uncomfortable. A few days after that, nothing again.

I went in for a blood test on Monday around noon (5 Weeks, 1 day) and waited rather impatiently for the results to come in. I didn’t hear back until Wednesday afternoon. My HCG came back 11,192. I knew that was better than my last draw with the miscarriage (which was only a 24) but I didn’t know exactly what that meant. When I asked the nurse if that seems normal for five weeks she said “yes, it’s perfectly normal and actually quite high-more in the 5 week range”. I was so happy to hear this!  As far as I can tell, my numbers are looking great and finally after the news, I started feeling “real” symptoms. The morning sickness came the next day. I found nausea throughout the day but mostly in the morning and right before lunch. After eating a big meal (and I mean BIG) I seem to feel great. Friday was worse. I woke up and felt great, walked to the bathroom and immediately threw up. I felt so sick and hungry. I made a waffle and stuffed it in my pie hole while warming the water for my morning shower. On my way to work I had another wave of nausea and decided to grab some hot cakes from McDonalds to chew on throughout the morning. It seemed to help! Morning sickness seemed to kick in a week early with this baby. I didn’t start feeling the really bad sickness with Wyatt until about seven weeks but this little bean wanted to put me through misery a little earlier.

Today I’m six weeks along (according to my calculations). I’ve made it past my previous miscarriage and am feeling a bit more confident that we will get to meet this baby in September. I’m craving lots of vegetables, salads and fluids although I’ve eaten my fair share of candy as well. With Wyatt I was very hungry for meat, eggs and pickles. My first appointment is on January 21^st (8 weeks) although it’s just with the OB nurse so it’s not too exciting. I won’t get to actually see my baby until the end of the month. I really think that seeing the baby, watching its little heart beat and knowing exactly how far along I am will help me overcome fears and help me relax.