We finally started telling some people about this pregnancy. On Friday, I shared the news with a few of my work colleagues (none of whom were surprised at all!) It is still hard to make the words come out of my mouth, but I knew I couldn’t keep coming work with my protruding belly and not saying anything.
On Saturday, we went to visit my father-in-law so we could tell him. Of course, he was thrilled for us.
After that, D seemed to get a bit “telling-happy” and started sharing the news with our neighbours as we’d see them on the street. I think my preference would have been to duck and avoid, but I’m trying to remind myself that D is starting to get excited and that the whole thing is becoming more real now.
One thing that I had been pretty nervous about was meeting some new babies that live on our street. My friend/neighbour gave birth to identical twin girls two weeks ago. In the early days of my last pregnancy, we were excited to find out that we were due within a couple of weeks of each other. Our boys are only a couple of months apart, so we were really looking forward to spending another maternity leave together. After the miscarriage, seeing her growing belly was a constant reminder of how far along I should have been. (Although, with two full-sized babies in there, her belly was pretty ginormous!!)
Meeting her baby girls was not as difficult as I thought it would be. Sure, I felt sad that I wouldn’t be welcoming my own little one any day now, but the twins were so sweet and perfect. It was hard to feel sad when looking at them.
With my original due date looming, I know that this next week or so will be a bit tough. My mind has been on it a lot and I’m still trying to sort through all my feelings. It doesn’t help that D left this morning for a hiking/camping trip on the west coast and will be out of touch for over a week. Being on my own with Littleman is sure to keep me busy and distracted a lot of the time, although I expect there will still be moments where I struggle to keep my composure.
I didn’t have time to post an update after my OB appointment yesterday, but I’ll spare you the suspense: it went well! We heard Bo/Janet’s heartbeat as soon as the doppler it hit my skin and it was a lovely 150 bpm.
Backing up to the beginning of the appointment, we started off with another student doctor. He was a lovely young guy who did all the usual background stuff and went over my ultrasound and bloodwork results from last time. Everything looked good. Then he had me hop up onto the table so he could take my blood pressure. Does anyone else wonder why they take our blood pressure before they listen for the heartbeat? I mean, come on! I’m totally stressed out and you expect my blood pressure to be normal?
Anyway, after that, he pulled out the tape measure for the first belly measurement of this pregnancy. Apparently my “fundal height” is 15 cm, which is perfect for how far along I am.
Then came the doppler. I took a few deep breaths as he got ready to position the wand. God, I hate this part. Miraculously, the student doctor managed to place the wand in exactly the right the spot to find the heartbeat immediately. Woohoo! A+ buddy…. you should be top of your class! D and I both felt extremely relieved. My next appointment and anatomy scan are scheduled for a month from now, so that is our next big milestone to look forward to.
As I was getting dressed for work this morning, I realized that the time has come to tell some people. I think I’ve been in denial about my growing bump but after trying and discarding a number of outfit options, I finally accepted the truth. I can no longer hide my body.
So, I think I’ll be telling a few select colleagues today and then I’ll take it from there. I know I’ll feel a bit sick as the words come out of my mouth, but I also know that a) they likely won’t be surprised at all and b) they will be nothing but happy and supportive.
Have a great weekend everyone!
I’m 15 weeks pregnant today and impatiently awaiting my OB appointment tomorrow. As a slightly pessimistic person, I think I’ve been pretty successful at staying positive lately. I’ve only really started to feel nervous for tomorrow’s appointment over the past couple of days.
If Baby Bo allows us to hear his/her heartbeat tomorrow (please Bo, please!) I think we will start to selectively share the news of this pregnancy. I’ve been struggling to get dressed these days, so telling my closest work colleagues will help ease that burden. I won’t have to worry so much about finding something to wear that camouflages my widening belly.
Symptoms-wise, I have good days and bad days. I still have random moments of nausea – usually in the evenings. I’m still totally exhausted and my boobs still hurt. I’ve had some cramping here and there, mostly of the repetitive poking sort. Any cramping, of course, has me totally freaking out. Not that I actually had any cramping with my miscarriage…
Anyway, in funnier news, we finally told Littleman about the baby in mommy’s tummy. He wanted to know “why mommy not lift me?” so we told him. Since he’s known, he’s flip-flopped back and forth about whether it’s a brother or a sister, but he told us pretty clearly what the baby’s name is: Baby Janet. WHAT? I have no idea where that came from. I’m quite certain there are no Janets in his daycare class and we don’t know anyone by that name. Where on earth did he pull that from? A book, perhaps? Who knows. But we sure had a good chuckle when he announced that one!