27 weeks!

I don't know why I started this blog if I was never going to post anything. I even bored myself, I guess.

So, to sum up the last few months. We found out in week 15 we're having a GIRL! Chandler was ecstatic, I've never seen him so happy and proud. Alice Rose Matteucci. We had the ultrasound on a wednesday and a gender reveal on the following Sunday. It was so hard keeping the secret. I almost let it slip several times. Next time I'll probably do the reveal the day before. If there's a next time. I don't think I want to do this again. Sometime always hurts or I'm almost always uncomfortable and I'm starting to get more heartburn and indigestion. I need to eat small meals, but even when I'm hungry, I burp like I'm full and I'm always afraid the burp isn't going to come up alone. It seems like things flare up around Friday and go until Monday. I wonder if she has growth spurts then. One weekend, I had a horrible pinched sciatic nerve for those 4 days. I cried thinking it was forever. But it passed after that Monday. Last weekend (I think), my chest started to hurt. Like my sternum or the ribs under my boobs. I'm assuming my uterus is making more room for itself and therefor pushing all of my ribs out of the way. It hurt for a few days and then again by Tuesday it had passed. Until a few days ago when the damn cat decided to torpedo herself off my chest and inflamed it for a day or two. It's okay now. When I sneeze, I feel like I'm being punched in the chest and stretching can get slightly painful, but otherwise I don't feel it. I guess my ailment of the weekend is just the constant burping and indigestion.

We also had our level 2 ultrasound about 6 weeks ago. Alice is perfectly healthy. I'm feeling her move around on a regular basis. She kicks like crazy when I lie on my right side. And I'm pretty sure I felt hiccups today. I can't wait to meet her.

Father's Day

Chandler's been wanting a pocket knife, so I got him one and said it was from the baby. We've been calling him or her "Jelly Bean". We took it camping with us this weekend. It came in handy a couple of times. The campout wasn't too bad. Because of all the rain last week, all the trails were muddy and we were goaded into going on a hike anyway. We had to turn back early and sit out some later hikes because it was just too much for me. Chandler hates camping for two days. This trip falls near the bottom of our list of good trips. It rained, it was muddy, our firewood wouldn't cooperate and the fires we had, which are my favorite part, were disappointing. As was the food, considering most of it was supposed to be cooked over the fire. I'm just glad I've passed the stage of feeling sick and completely exhausted so I could enjoy the enjoyable parts of the trip.

It's alive!!

I haven't been updating in a while. I'm so lazy. After that 9th week of extreme nausea, I started to feel a lot better. I still get randomly exhausted and my stomach will get upset if I don't eat, and I've had some bad phlegm problems typically in the morning that get me gagging. But otherwise, I've been feeling much better.

We went in today for an appointment. My OB intended to just listen to the heartbeat with a doppler, but she couldn't pick up the heartbeat. I was so scared. We had to wait about a half an hour for the ultrasound room to clear out. Thankfully, our baby is perfect. He/she has a clearly defined head, and little arms and legs, and was bouncing around. It was so wonderful to see.

Rose Dream

I had a dream about Rose last night. We had plans to go to a carnival but she canceled for the second week in a row. I went to her house to drop off some shower decorations, cause she was going to throw the baby shower, and told her I was upset about her canceling again. I don't know if I knew in the dream she was going to die but I knew that our time together was going to end very soon. I told her I was gonna miss her. She rushed over and hugged me and said that we were going to win a UFO award for a movie we made about UFO's. We never made such a movie but at least in the dream her saying it made me laugh. I woke up very sad and felt sad all day. 

10 Weeks?

Well, I'm stupid. Last week wasn't week 10 like I assumed. It was week 9. I got a little confused. I thought the app I was using was going something like "9 weeks and 6 days", which would be ten weeks, but it literally just meant the 6th day of week 9. So, i've got 3 more weeks, at least, of feeling crummy, and that's if I meet the average of feeling better after 12 weeks. I was hoping to be past that for our campout in two weeks, but I guess not. Oh well. The price of motherhood, right?

10 weeks!

Today completes 10 weeks! As I read, and feared, the 10th week was the worst so far. Luckily, still no vomiting but I have some gags and dry heaves, and have been nauseous pretty much nonstop all week. In previous weeks, it was mostly just in the morning, maybe occasionally in the evenings, and week 9 I felt pretty good stomach-wise, but all this week it was all day long. I would only feel better immediately after eating. I've also been as exhausted as ever. I came home the other and collapsed on the bed and had Chandler change my clothes for me. I was that tired. Today, though, I've felt pretty good. There's been the occasional upset belly, but I've felt pretty good and pretty energetic. I hope that keeps up. Feeling sick non-stop gets frustrating and it's easy to lose sight of what you're doing all this for. Also, we're going camping in two weeks. I've been looking forward to it for months, so I don't want that to be ruined by the nausea monster.

Week 9!

Because I spend too much time on the internet researching that what I fear, I kept reading that weeks 9 and 10 are the most common worst weeks for morning sickness. Week 9 was the best for me so far. Anything could happen heading into week ten now. I feel a little icky in the morning, but I've found that eating a hard boiled egg before I leave for work really helps even me out and I get through the day without really feeling sick, as long as I keep something in my stomach. My only other issues have been gas and exhaustion. I feel like I'm hooked up to a helium tank that keeps refilling me. My husband says, "Why don't you just burp?" Well, yeah. But 1) I'm not some neanderthal that can sit their burping at will and 2) even if I could, pregnancy gas fills right back up again. And the exhaustion. Oh, the exhaustion. A couple of days ago, I was so exhausted I started to cry. And I had like two hours left at work. I texted my husband that I was "so exhausted I could cry" and he responds with "me too." He's lucky he's breathing right now. I had to lecture him about 3 different times since then about how he is never to compare us. He can't out-pregnant pregnancy and it's ridiculous to even try. He's not trying to be insulting, but it is insulting. I'm not exhausted because I can't sleep, or because I got up early, or because I worked all day. I'm exhausted because there is a human being inside of me sucking up every ounce of my energy to give itself life. Nothing compares. Men, right?