[EEEK! I am never going to catch up! I have only one formal write-up after this one, so I'll just round out that first trimester and the start of the second all in one, I guess!]
Weeks 6-8 (sweet pea, blueberry, raspberry)
I obviously haven’t been keeping up with writing weekly updates, so here’s the lowdown on the last three weeks.
The main event of week 5 was finding out that I am indeed heterozygous for the MTHFR mutation. I was pretty calm about it, but as the day wore on, I started feeling completely sick with worry until I left work. I felt like I needed to get to Walgreens immediately to start taking the baby aspirin. Once I took one and my Folgard, I felt so much better about everything. There was nothing else to do at this point, so I just had to wait it out like everyone else in those first 13 weeks.
At 6w2d, Jason and I went in for our first ultrasound and doctor’s appointment. I was really nervous about the ultrasound. The technician first did an abdominal ultrasound, but there wasn’t much to see since I was so early. She did say she saw “something going on over there,” which was encouraging. Then it was time for the vaginal ultrasound. She found the baby and we saw the flickering of the heartbeat. There aren’t words for how relieved I felt. It was such a beautiful sight. She saw a pocket of fluid outside my uterus, but said that’s probably where the baby implanted and it should go away on its own. She looked at my ovaries and could tell by the blood flow which one I ovulated from. It was really interesting.
We had about an hour before our doctor’s appointment, so we just sat in the waiting room. I liked seeing all the pregnant women going in and out of the office. Hopefully one day I’ll have a big bump to show off too! The doctor’s appointment went fine. She answered all of my questions, took my medical history, etc. We discussed the blood work and she reassured me that it’s very common and some doctors wouldn’t even prescribe the aspirin/Folgard regimen. And then she gave me a pap smear, which I’m only mentioning because Jason probably never thought in his life that he’d be watching that. It’s not like he was down at the end of the table, but he was in the room. I set up my appointment for four weeks away and that was it! We celebrated our little blob by going out to lunch together. It was such a nice day.
It was also during week 6 that something amazing happened: I grew boobs! Seriously, I am obsessed with my boobs. I can’t stop touching them (ouch!) or looking at them, or noticing how they fill out my shirts so much better. I’m sure the average person just thinks I have mosquito bite boobs still, but I know that they are porn star quality. I was happy to finally have a symptom, any symptom. And then in weeks 6-7, the fatigue hit me. Wow. There were days at school when I wondered how I would even walk to my car. That 7-minute walk seemed akin to climbing Mt. Everest. I was lucky if I made it to 10:30 on Saturday nights. I am proud to say I still made it to the gym for spinning and yoga, but definitely not as often as I would have liked.
During this time, I kept waiting for the other symptoms to hit. Where was the nausea? The barfing? The heartburn? The headaches? Well, I know I am one lucky girl because I didn’t have any of those things. Other than fatigue and sore (and amazing) boobs, I don’t feel any differently. I am not bragging, as I truly do feel very grateful to have had such an easy pregnancy so far. And it’s not like I’m special because I’m doing all the right things, I’m sure it just comes down to genetics. Don’t worry, morning sickness pregnant ladies; while I may have won the first trimester genetic lottery, I will most likely be losing the genetic lottery in just a few months when permanent stretch marks will be covering my stomach and likely, most everything else.
With all this fatigue, I don’t really have the energy to do the usual things, like walk the dogs or do my own dishes or clean the bird cages when it’s my turn. That is where my wonderful husband steps in and just takes care of things. He is the best! And it’s not like I am fun on the weekend to make up for it. Weekends are for napping and going to bed early. Poor Jason.
Although we haven’t told our families yet, we each broke the news to our best friends which made things seem a little more real. I’m not super anxious to tell, so it’s not killing me. I’m just very cautious about everything so far.
So, let's see those belly shots.
Week 6

Week 7

Week 8

How far along are you?: 8w
How big is baby?: Raspberry
Weight gain/loss?: +2lb
Stretch marks?: No, but I’m sure they’re coming
Maternity clothes?: Not yet. Some bloat, but I’m used to that and have a lot of flowy tops to accommodate.
Sleep?: All the time if I could.
Best moment this week?: Seeing the baby and the baby’s heart beating!
Food cravings?: Not really.
Gender?: Probably won’t find out until October
Movement?: Not yet.
Belly button?: Yes, still an innie.
Symptoms?: Porn star boobs, fatigue.
What do I miss?: Diet Coke with lime! Beer.
What I'm looking forward to this week? I’m thinking of telling my mom this week.
Milestones?: Can’t believe I’m 8 weeks already!