It all started on the “First Annual In-Law Family Gathering” in
June. Ok, that’s what I’m going to call it because 1.) Joey can’t come up with a last name for my blog; 2.) We were chilling with MY in-laws; and 3.) We plan to do it every year (the gathering, not necessarily the pregnancy). It might have been the excitement of the Pirate’s win over the Dodgers that sparked the baby to come to life, or perhaps it was the upside down and high speed roller coasters that shook my system into functional, either way, something worked!
A side note: June was my 4th or 5th month using an Ovulation Predictor Kit (OPK). In the few months before, I always got a positive on the 13th day. In June, I did not get a positive on day 13, 14, 15, or 16. I stopped after 16 was negative, thinking that something was just wrong that month.
June 20– This was probably one of my worst days ever. I had a migraine. I’ve only ever had 2 in my life. This was the worst. Every little sound was magnified, and I was grouchy because of lights and the noise. Interestingly enough, Joey also woke up with throwing up and with a migraine. We both thought we had overdone working at our new house. I don’t know what was wrong with Joey, but for me, it was the baby!
June 29– This was our first morning in our new house. We spent many hours painting and getting it ready to move in. I was two days late, so I decided that the first thing I would do when I woke up was to take a pregnancy test. As I sat there waiting for the digital display, Mason came up. He acted like he was watching it too. At one point I said, “Don’t get excited, Mason, it always says no.” A few seconds later the reading appeared. It didn’t say no this time. It said pregnant! I rushed into the bedroom, woke Joey, and told him to look. Since he had just woken up, he was not as excited, and he could not read, since he did not have his glasses on. He told me that I needed to take another test to be sure (because false positives are sooooo common). The second test was positive too! He suggested I take a third, and I told him he was crazy. I was so excited, but there was one little problem: my insurance was up the next day. Sure, we had purchased temporary insurance to cover us from July 1- September 1, but that insurance did not cover prenatal visits. It also said that they would not insure pregnant women. Oops! We were so lost and did not know what to do! The only thing we could think of was to call Joey’s oldest brother. Him and his wife are older and more well versed in the ways of the world, so without telling our parents, they were the first option. Big brother said I wouldn’t need to go to the doctor until I was 8 or 10 weeks any way. He said we should go ahead and tell people when we wanted, but leave it off Facebook, just in case something happened and we had to use that temporary insurance (Then I could pretend not to know at that doctor’s office). I had already had a first interview that was promising, with a very positive outlook on that position, so I had a feeling it would work out.
July 3 & 4– We told our parents about the baby via a video I made and posted on YouTube.
July 8– I got the job! I found out shortly thereafter that my insurance would start August 1! Perfect!
August 6– I had my first doctor’s appointment. The baby actually looked like a baby, not a bean or whatever. It actually kinda made me think of the worm from The Labyrinth. It didn’t have the curve in it like that, and it’s little arms and legs were crossed in front. It was so sweet seeing the little kid! It’s heartbeat was 179.
My September appointment was relatively routine. I had to do an early glucose test, since diabetes runs in my family. It came back negative, so that was great. We heard the baby’s heartbeat. It was 151. I scheduled my October appointment, and we’ll get to find out what we’re having (if the baby cooperates).
The whole pregnancy hasn’t been too bad. I woke up sick at 1:30 one night. That lasted a terrible 15 minutes, but fortunately hasn’t happened again. I usually have a stomach ache at least once a day, but it’s not too bad. If I stand too long or walk too far, my back hurts. I have the nose of a bloodhound, which is nice when things smell good, but is terrible when things smell bad. Then there’s the acne, and bacne. I had a better complexion all through my teen years. Other than the fact that Mason doesn’t really want much to do with me, the whole first trimester has been okay. I’m not sure if I’m one who loves being pregnant… yet, but it’s not bad either!