Heading into Month 2 of pregnancy seemed like an absolute breeze. After that TWW, everything had to be great, right? Here’s what I observed during my 2nd month!
When I got my BFP aka Big Fat Positive, I was over the moon. This Type A planner gal had chosen to sit back and let nature run its course, but I didn’t have to wait as long as I thought. There is no formula for when it happens. I hope within 6 months of trying, we would get pregnant. We tried the first month and bam! Instant baby. Alien in the making. Bun in the oven.
I found out about my pregnancy at 4 weeks and 1 day. I was tracking my ovulation diligently so I knew where I was in my cycle. I remember telling my mom because hello we are attached at the hip and then wanting to shout it from the rooftops! But alas, that’s not how this all goes. Hubs and I decided not to tell ANYONE until 11-12 weeks. We wanted to be in a safer place when we started sharing such special news. Every pregnancy is different and we wanted to take the proper precautions.
Week 5 passed by me in a blur. I remember feeling exhilarated by my little secret. It felt good to know my body was building something so special. I could not wait to share. I noticed some cramping and general reflux problems. I had stopped taking my acid reflux prescriptions so I knew it was only a matter of time until the discomfort kicked in. I wasn’t feeling anything but a little weak and uncomfortable. I could handle this.
Week 6 hit me like a ton of bricks. So this is what everybody talked about. I could not shake the nausea. I literally felt like at any moment I would cough up… something. I felt ravenous. If I didn’t eat I noticed such severe heartburn and nausea that I was constantly snacking on anything bland I could get my hands on. I still managed to get to work and perform my weddings so I was proud of myself. It couldn’t get worse than this, right?
But then it did. Week 7 was week 6 to the nth degree. I missed a day of work. I couldn’t manage eating anymore. I thought my baby would starve. The dry heaving continued, worsened and then morphed into vomit. Not just vomit thought, pure stomach bile making me feel even worse. I could only choke down enough rice cakes, saltines and pastina to keep walking. I was lying in bed moaning, tossing and turning. My co-workers watched me dry heave into my hand, probably convinced that I was going to give them The Plague. The worst part was knowing how much my body was going through and not be able to commiserate and confide in all of my friends who had been down this road already. I wanted to talk about it! I was just going through the motions of my every day life. Hubs was the only reason I made it through this week at all.
Week 8 was more of the same. Hubs had now assumed the role of my caregiver and butler. I couldn’t even bend down. Puke came out my nose when I jostled my upper body. I was attractive! What a lady! LOL. I counted down the days until Friday of that week: my first doctor’s appointment.
Enter my new doctor. She walked into the room and I instantly fell in love with her warm smile and comforting words. I chatted with her for five minutes and instantly felt relief. Could I take my acid reflux prescription? YUP. Could I continue taking my gummy prenatal vitamins? Sure! By sustaining only on carbs, will I hurt my baby? Nope. You’re doing great. I could have hugged her. I felt like nothing else could have made me feel better until I popped that acid reflux pill. THEN I felt fab…. There was still constant nausea and discomfort but these were the steps to growing a little person.
I thought nothing better could top that moment. Until I saw the little blip on the screen… A faint motion beating strong… It was my baby’s heartbeat. I was lying down and swimming in a sea of nausea that all floated away. My little person was safe in there. This tiny human was safe and sound. Our little blob on the screen was slowly turning into a baby with a heartbeat of 163. All the nausea in the world was worth it. Our bodies are amazing.
Month 3 coming up soon! Stay tuned!