On December 31st, Hubby and I found out we were expecting our second (and final) baby. The news was met with mixed emotions: exhilaration, stress, excitement, fear, nervousness, and a bit of nausea. I was 3 weeks and 4 days (aka 3w4d) when we found out. Considerably earlier than when we found out with Connor.
Today (Jan 8th), i'm 4w5d and most of the fear has faded. I had my first OB appointment this morning. Hubby and Connor both came with me. It took 3 hours, 5 vials of blood, a urine sample, and a near blackout, but I'm definitely pregnant! At this stage in my pregnancy, we haven't told people. My plan is to wait until our dads' birthdays in mid-Feb (I'll be about 10 weeks by then) and announce it as their birthday presents. We'll see if I can actually hold out that long.
This pregnancy has been drastically different from Connor already. With Connor, I didn't get nauseous until the second trimester. With this one, I've been feeling sickly ever night for a week. I'm exhausted all the time (which was true with Connor too) but thankfully, my sweet little boy still wants to take two 2 hour naps everyday, so I get to relax and sleep as much as possible.
I posted about miscarriage PTSD (at 4w2d) and I have to say, that fear and dread of going through that experience again is debilitating. I honestly have no idea how I'd be able to handle losing another baby. Which is one of the reasons we haven't told people yet. That and I think it would be fun to announce with an actual sonogram picture. Since this is our last planned baby, I want to make sure I don't skimp on any of the fun stuff. I was vigilant in savoring every moment with Connor because he was my first. I intend to be the same way with this one.
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