Monthly Archives: September 2008

The state of cupcake’s oven, AKA Nutella

So, based on last week’s ultrasounds, today marks 7 weeks 1 day.  According to the people that know about these things, this week and the next few are big growth and development weeks.  As a consequence, they can make the baby mama feel like crap.  I can’t say that I disagree.

On the whole I would say I’m doing well, but the unending queasiness is getting old.  I have some very specific and odd food aversions and after a horrid episode of heartburn/reflux last Friday, I am very wary of acidic foods.  Tomatoes, most fruit juice, and all green veggies are out.  Low sodium saltines and ginger ale are my friends.  And oddly enough, I’ve been craving mildly spicy asian rice noodles.  Which do not give me heartburn.  Huh.  Chicken is hit or miss, I can’t stand to be near it raw.  Dairy is fine, carbs are fine.  Very sugary foods make me feel not so great afterwards and I haven’t been craving them, much to my surprise.  

I’m more tired than usual and seem to need more sleep.  The bloat is still there.  Bought a new bra last Saturday in the next band and cup size up.  It’s already getting too tight.  That part is going to get really old really fast.  I have very big b00bs and a small band size, so bras are difficult to find in the store.  I have 1 go-to style but at $55 each I really would like to not have to buy many more of them.

Emotionally, I am still keeping my distance.  There is a part of me that is so anxious, so afraid that this isn’t going to be the happy ending that we want it to be.  I’m not being eaten up with worry, but I am holding back my joy.  I do think that good news on Monday will do a lot to ease my fears.

Strawberry has been astoundingly wonderful and supportive.  She’s taken over making dinner most nights (something that she typically despises and that I typically enjoy).  She indulges my wallowing on the couch all night and keeps at me with reassurances and cuddles.  Reading aloud from the horridly sexist baby book that we got at a used book sale and scoffing at it.  There is no way that I could do this without her and I love her so much.

Telling people (or not)

It’s a very touchy subject, telling people you’re pregnant. Everyone has their own thoughts on the matter- some people tell everyone right away, some people don’t tell until after the first trimester, and I think most people fall somewhere in between (though I could be wrong). We’ve already told our parents…we told them when we saw the positive, warning them not to get too excited (yeah, right). Shortly thereafter, we told our sisters (we each have one). As for the blog, we announced it when we got the positive blood test. After that, it was a guessing game as to whom that we know in real life reads our blog.

Most of our friends who read the news on the blog we knew about. There were maybe one or two surprises, but certainly not shocking ones. After we went to our first appointment, when we saw the gest. sac, yolk sac, and fetal pole, we told Nutella’s grandparents. I admit, I’m closer to them than my own and we really wanted to tell them together in person. Then the news-telling came to a screeching halt.

We are most likely measuring at 6 weeks, 5 days today…depending on how the little overachiever is doing now. When I think about that, I think wow, that’s early. Certainly it’s not smart to keep divulging to people at this point…right? When I research, “they” say that when you are able to see a gestational sac, a yolk sac, and a fetal pole, you’re good to go. Got a heartbeat? Even better. At that point, you’ve got something like a 95% chance of everything being fine. As of our last appointment, that’s where we stand.

However, there has been some heart-wrenching and frightening news in our TTC blog world recently that made us catch our breath. Horrible things happening, sometimes beyond when they’re “supposed” to, and our hearts ache for these people. And it makes us wary.

So far when asked point-blank, we’ve just been saying “we’re working on it”, but that leads to scrutinizing looks. We’re planning on telling more people (friends and relatives) after our next appointment if everything still looks ok. We should have a measurable heartbeat, a Sprinkle that looks more like a blob than a pole, and everything should have grown a bit bigger. The appointment is around our 7 week, 3 day mark. But wow…that’s still early. Sigh.