Daryl and I are very happy to be expecting Baby #2, EDD March 19th, 2011. So my baby boy is going to be a big brother! I'm ecstatic.
After my early loss on Mother's Day, I've been very nervous and hesitant to share the news. We told some family and close friends but decided to wait to make any sort of "announcement" until my first prenatal appointment which was this past Friday.
I stared anxiously at the screen as the doctor performed the ultrasound and as soon as I saw that baby pop up, I squinted trying to make out the heartbeat. I couldn't see it and internally started to panic. The doctor was taking her sweet time on her end and hadn't said anything yet so I quickly asked,
"Is there a heartbeat?!!?"
"Oh yes!" She replied, and zoomed in on our little "peanut with nubs" (which is what I called him/her at the us) and there it was flickering gloriously away on the screen. 185, a nice strong and fast heartbeat. And then almost immediately, baby started to wiggle! Just like he/she was doing a dance for me, to reassure me, "Yes, Mommy. I'm still here."
"Everything looks perfect!" The doctor reassured me. According to my last period, I was 8w6d on Friday but based on the baby's growth she said 9w1d so not much difference. And if we used the due date based on baby's growth it would be...St. Patty's Day! Which is kinda cool considering I DO have some Irish in me.
Anyway, things are going well so far. I'm feeling MUCH sicker this pregnancy than my first. I'd say a good 3-5 times a day I'm really nauseous. I have to eat every two hours at least to help alleviate the nausea. Yesterday was by far the worst, and part of me is thinking it's becuz I overdid it this weekend with Hunter's big 1st birthday party on Saturday. All of Friday and Saturday I was on the go-go-go and barely sitting or eating/drinking enough (although that was in part due to the fact that food just doesn't appeal to me). So yesterday I stayed in pj's all day and felt like I was on the verge of puking at the SIGHT/THOUGHT of food all day. I DID eat some leftover Mexican dip and doritos at nine am cuz believe it or not, it was the only thing I could stomach. Go figure. I tried to eat a cracker and immediatley had to spit it back out. And finally around 2pm, I hurled. Ugh. But let me tell you I felt MUCH better afterwards and was finally able to get down some toast and ginger ale.
Despite the morning sickness though, I am so thankful! I am so happy.