I often think about how different and/or similar this pregnancy is to my first. I had a pregnancy book with Lorelai, but it's tucked away somewhere, so I have nothing to really reference, except my memory. And this is not a good thing.
I decided to go back through my old posts here on the blog and found some interesting information I had completely forgotten.
I totally just had a whole post typed out, re-read it and erased it. It was boring. Seriously, do y'all want to know about my sciatica or how tired I was/am???
Basically, the biggest thing I've found that is different (because that's more fun to know anyway, right?) is that I had some food aversions in the beginning of my pregnancy with Lorelai. I couldn't stand pistachios, red meat, fried foods or Buffalo Wild Wings.
This go 'round, I've had no food aversions. No cravings either. I've just realized that I can't get full. And can't get hungry. Tough balance. But it's working out so far. And fried foods...yeah, they were my friends the last few weeks. Nausea seemed to get better with nasty fried foods. Yay.
Friday I will be taking my 13 week prego photo. Mostly because I forgot to do 12 weeks. I only did photos every four weeks in the beginning with Lorelai, and I'm off a week with this one. Anyhow, my point is....y'all are going to be frightened. I'm huge. I mean, I don't look like I'm going to deliver anytime soon, but....I certainly don't look ONLY 13 weeks along.
Just ask the teeny, tiny, petite woman who asked me how far along I was at the store the other day. First of all, I was blown away by this with my first pregnancy, not sure why I'm still astounded that people do this, but I am. I told her that I was 13 weeks and she gave me the look. You know the look I'm talking about. It's the look I give a store mannequin wearing the latest skinny jean and sweater-vest combo. From my head to my feet, she stared me up and down. Then said, "oh wow."
I only wish I had been on my toes a little more and said something smart to make her uncomfortable. But, I just said "yeah, I know, right." I totally validated her. Like a parking pass.
Oh, and as if this wasn't important enough to start my post, I'm just typing my stream of consciousness.
I finally had a doctor's appointment. All is well. I was expecting to hear the heartbeat on a doppler, but my doc whipped out the internal ultrasound and gave me like 30 photos of our child! I was SO relieved. The baby has a heartbeat! It has fingers, toes, a mouth, a spine! It's fantastic! I don't think I really mentally CLAIMED I was pregnant until that moment. Now I feel official.
Here are a few shots, if you're interested. I got annoyed looking back at my blog because I posted ultrasound photos and you can't really tell what's in them. I'm sure y'all aren't excited to see them, but this blog is not only for you, it's a journal for me. If I don't post things here, I'll forget them.
I don't even know what I had for lunch. But had I posted it, I could tell you. See how important this blogging thing is!?
By the way, I'm totally having a ton of sciatica. It nearly knocks me to the ground when it strikes. I am getting more energy finally. I've actually lost five pounds so far. Okay, just wanted to document those things for later.
Lorelai tries to "feed the baby" through my belly button. That kid is TOO much!
Random thoughts by Rachel, huh?
And no, we're NOT finding out the sex. This is as much of an announcement to you as a reminder to my husband who thinks he's going to trick me.