October2006's Pregnancy Story
Thursday, March 04, 2010 3:03 PM
"I was feeling fine until I hit I hit the six-week mark – then the
morning sickness kicked in and saltines and water became my diet staples..."
Breaking the news
After being married for two years and practicing on our four-legged pooch, Brody, we thought it was a good time to try getting pregnant. We weren’t sure we were completely ready, but who ever really is? The day I found out, I asked my husband to meet me for lunch – not out of the norm since I was working part time then. I put the positive test in a box filled with dried mini roses, but he knew something was up even before I handed it over. He was ecstatic when he opened it. We told my mom right away and waited a month or so to let everyone else know. Calling my OBGYN’s office was comical – they said “Congrats, we’ll see you in ten weeks.” I guess that’s standard, but I was thinking, “What? 10 weeks? What if it’s a false positive?”
Battling morning sickness
I was feeling fine until I hit I hit the six-week mark – then the morning sickness kicked in and didn’t stop until weeks 12 or 13. Saltines and water were my diet staples. Cereal commercials like Cinnamon Toast Crunch seemed appealing, but everything else was repulsive. I wanted to treat my body and the baby inside with the best possible nutrition, but how could I do that with no appetite? At the peak of the morning sickness, I still hadn’t told everyone at work that I was pregnant, so I wore Sea-Bands under my shirt. I was miserable and couldn’t wait to finally share the good news with my co-workers. They were excited!
Light at the end of the tunnel
In the second trimester, I was full of energy and finally had my appetite back, which meant I started gaining the “baby weight.” I had to invest in more maternity clothes, which I have to admit are the most comfortable clothes ever. The first time you put on a pair of jeans with the elastic waist, you think, “Why haven’t I heard about these before?” By the third trimester, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The baby’s room was coming along – yes, “the baby” – we decided to keep the gender a surprise. Unfortunately, this was also when sleep deprivation kicked in, nature’s way of getting us ready for a newborn. I caught up on all of my reading and my body pillow became my best friend. Lying down at the end of the day was the best because that’s when the baby started kicking like crazy.
We had made plans to go away before we planned the pregnancy and had plane tickets for a January trip to St. Martin with some of my family. Flying while pregnant is no walk in the park, especially while trucking around the airport for connecting flights, but we had a great time away on our babymoon. It felt so nice to lounge around in light clothes and bathing suits while basking in the sun...
Update: It’s a…girl!
In the last month, I was still measuring small. The baby was breech and my fluid was low. I went in for testing two times a week and the last two weeks were spent on moderate bed rest with a gallon of water a day. All the non-stress tests came out normal and everything was fine, except that the baby was still breech, fluid was low, and the doctor didn’t want to baby to move. Everyone kept telling me to move this way and that way and I had to keep reminding them that there wasn’t enough room and fluid for the baby to flip. We had to schedule a c-section, which was probably a blessing in disguise because after taking the birthing classes, I had planned on going natural. The c-section went well, but when my husband, Mike, was given the opportunity to tell me the gender, he couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl. Babies are swollen when they come out, plus his eyes were welled up, so he said, “I don’t know!” The anesthesiologist ended up beaking the news that we had a baby girl – Addison Michele.