Wednesday is the First Day of the Week

It is in our world, at least.

Each Wednesday marks the start of a new pregnancy week.  That means a new fruit to describe my baby's size, a new set of developments to read about, and new milestones to reach.

At 7 weeks, we went to our first doctor's appointment and had the first ultrasound.  I will never forget this first ultrasound.  Friday, May 9, 2014..  We got to hear our baby's heartbeat for the first time.  The same heartbeat the baby will have when its born and for the rest of its life, and we got to hear it already.  It was a life-changing moment; it made this whole thing very real for both of us.  I consider it the moment I became a mom.

The Cat is Out of the Bag!

How many different ways can you tell people you're pregnant? 

There's the direct statement, but even that has several variations: "we're pregnant;" "we're expecting;" "we're having a baby."  There's the indirect statement that I used on my boss.  "Remember how we were trying to get pregnant?  Yeah, we're not trying anymore!"  I realize now that the big grin on my face was key to revealing the news to him. 

There are also ways to spread the news without saying anything at all.  We told our families on Easter by giving a card to the moms that was signed "Jess, Jared and baby Young."  Their shocked expressions tipped off everyone else with us just confirming their assumptions.  

And now, for the big Facebook reveal.  I put together a cute picture I plan to post tomorrow to tell the world that we're having a baby.  I'm 7.5 weeks pregnant, and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat at our first ultrasound on Friday.  This lowers the chance of miscarriage to 2%, so we feel comfortable sharing the news with everyone now. 

Let the Strange Dreams Begin!

I had my first strange baby dream last night.

I dreamed that I was pregnant, but I already had a son named Patrick.  I took him with me to the first doctor's appointment (he was maybe 1 year old).  At this appointment, a group of women including the doc sat around a table with a bowl of fruit on it.  The doctor sifted through the fruit until she found a blueberry which she lifted up.

Expectant mother fact of the day: A blueberry is the fruit they use to describe the size of the baby at 7 weeks (where I'm at today in the real world).

But then she put it back and pulled out a plum.  She said "nope, you're farther along than you thought.  You're 9 weeks!"  Then it got weird (ok, weirder).  She asked me, "Do you want to make a decision today on the baby's sex?  How about the hair and eye color?"  All of these things could apparently be determined by changing something with that plum.  I guess the plum actually WAS my baby??  How do these things come out of my brain?

If I see any fruit at my appointment tomorrow, I'm running away as fast as I can.

Update: I just looked up the fruits associated with the baby's size each week of pregnancy.  The baby is the size of a plum at 12 weeks.  I'm going to take that as a good sign. :)

What Its Like

During the two weeks I thought I was pregnant last year, I made a bracelet to wear that would remind me to eat healthy and take care of myself.  I had to do this because I didn't feel pregnant, and I was worried I would forget and drink or do something to jeopardize the baby's health.  As the mom's all laugh at this, I know now how crazy that is.. "I might forget I'm pregnant." lol

I've been so nauseous for the past week.  Nothing seems to totally help, but Gatorade takes some of the edge off.  My boobs still hurt really bad.  Gravity is not my friend, especially when getting out of bed in the morning.  I've also been pretty tired, heading to bed by 9 on most nights (earlier on others).  I'm getting some cramps too, but I chalk that up to some unpleasant bathroom-type conditions.  Some food makes me feel so queasy, like cheese, but I'm all about carbs to fill me up.  Maybe worst of all, I can't take my allergy medicine so I'm suffering with itchy, watery eyes and a congested nose almost every day.

So yeah.. I'm not going to forget that I'm pregnant.  I still wear the bracelet though.

I know I've said this before, but Jared is really amazing.  He's been taking such good care of me, doing the deep cleaning in the kitchen and bathrooms, cleaning the litter box, researching nausea remedies and trying them out on me.  He's nervous and worried about miscarrying, and he's really looking forward to our first appointment tomorrow to confirm that I'm really pregnant and that things are going well.  I can't worry or I'll stress myself out, but Jared said he'll worry enough for the both of us.