Friday we went in for our first prenatal appointment. For those of you who have yet to embark on the crazy adventure of pregnancy and motherhood, unless you are a high risk or have been plagued with fertility issues, your first appointment won't be until weeks 8-10.
It was a complete surprise to me that they don't want to see you right away. Luckily, I got to go in at just 7-weeks, and the appointment did not disappoint. We got to see the little heart beat. I can't believe that our little Jaws grew from a tiny dot, to a bigger dot with a beating heart. Crazy pants. Jaws is officially a size of a blueberry.
I will also say that now that I have seen an ultrasound in action, I totally get-it. I finally understand the pure joy and excitement from seeing something inside you bounce around. BUT I promise to refrain from posting ultrasound pictures and saying- can't you see his big head and hand waving- because to me- ultrasound pictures just don't translate. You'll have to take my word that in action they are kinda the coolest thing ever.
Since all news was so far good news, we decided to break the news to our families. Friday night Mama Sugar was in town, so I politely asked her if she wouldn't mind sharing her birthday. Yep, Baby Jaws is due on Grandma Sugar's birthday!!!
Honestly, I was super nervous about telling our families- like our families would cry in disbelief and say that we aren't ready yet. But after trying NOT to get pregnant for 31 years, I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we got pregnant on purpose and people are excited.
My sister yelled in joy and jumped up and down for at good 2 minutes non-stop. Mama Sugar may have cried. We spent the next few hours talking baby stuff, and I felt so overwhelmed with love and excitement.
We continued to spread the news Saturday morning to MIL Spice. Just a hint, make sure that a loved one isn't driving as you tell them that they are going to be a Grandma two times in one year (remember our new Niece who was just born in Feb). We were also met with disbelief by SIL Spice and FIL Spice. Since no one knew we were even trying, our news was a shock to all.
On my side, Papa Sugar said that he couldn't wait to be Grandpa to five little grandbabies (no, we are not having five babies at once- he already holds the Grandpa title four times over). And my Brother and SIL, whom I consider huge parental roll models, we're excited to welcome us to the club. My 6 year old Niece on the other hand, only really got excited when I told her that we'd pay her to babysit. That got her to take notice. Typical.
That afternoon, while at the park walking Huck, I told Mr. Spice that life doesn't get much better than being loved by everyone around you. A feeling of pure contentment had totally overwhelmed me.
Unfortunately, Sunday morning brought more than a bit of spotting, and caused a minor freak out by both of us. Fortunately, after talking to an advice nurse, and later a Doctor on the phone, we were assured all was ok, but if things got worse to call or go to the ER immediately.
While on the outside, we are trying to keep calm and carry on, we are a mess on the inside. My sister says that feeling of something going wrong is called Motherhood and it will never quite go away. Yikes-ers, I already feel for my Mom and all the drama I put her through.
As you can tell, our week was a bit of an emotional roller coaster. It's hard to believe that it's just May and we already have thoughts of Christmas and sugar plums dancing through our head.
Physically, I've been able to pin point a few of the foods that were making me nauseous, milk in my cereal! And I am not into salt or massive amounts of sugar. I am already wearing only comfy pants- the afternoon bloat makes my normal pants feel horrible. And once I hit a wall, the only way to recover is a nap. Ahhh, my pillow sounds so great right now.
Oh, and mint. Mint is bad. I have now started chewing only strawberry gum- you know the type that use to be in bubble gum ice cream.
Currently, I am trying Sea-Bands for the nauseousness (which only sort of kinda worked) and peanut butter sandwich crackers (which I got sick of pretty quickly). I also have dark circles under my eyes and my skin looks like a teenagers. Urg.