She’s all smiles but has no idea her little only child world is going to be rocked this autumn.
We’re due October 12. I kind of have it in my head that the baby will come in September and I probably just jinxed myself by typing that out and will be banished to 41+ weeks or something. But Ava was early (evicted, you may recall – part 1 / part 2), and my doctor is highly unlikely to let me go past 40 weeks because that’s just how he rolls, so early October or late September it will likely be, God willing.
We found out on Valentine’s Day. I decided to take a test before downing my Moscato – just in case – and good thing I did. Pregnant.
It helped explain the roller coaster emotions I’d been demonstrating, much to my (and Kevin’s – poor guy) relief.
Overall I can’t complain BUT I will say I feel like I’ve been more nauseous this time than I was with Ava. It may just be that I can’t lounge around like I did during the first pregnancy. Ava isn’t one to allow lounging. I’ve also been more fatigued, but again – fewer daytime naps may be contributing to that.
I’ve been so much more chill with this second pregnancy. Less worried about every little ache and pain. Less anxiety over all the things that could go wrong. Don’t get me wrong – I catalogued all the pregnancy don’ts I’d blissfully done in those first few precious weeks between not knowing and knowing, like the good little Type A personality I am. Lunchmeat! Hot baths! Caffeine! But then I released the worry around them because there was no going back and all I can do is hope for the best. Since then I’ve been more relaxed in what I eat (Dion’s sandwiches – toasted, but all the same – I never would have touched those in the first pregnancy; and steak, cooked to medium instead of charred), but trying to make good decisions.
So far we’ve had two doctor appointments (my weight is down a pound between week 8 and week 12 – celebrate those first trimester victories, hashtag party emoji) , two ultrasounds (all looks good! Blessings galore.), genetic testing (all looks good! Blessings galore.), and we opted to find out the gender with the blood work. It’s a….
Any gender guesses?