Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Pregnancy Update: Is this supposed to happen?

I understand that you are supposed to get bigger during pregnancy, but I had no idea it would happen so fast.  I decided to take those chalkboard photos every week so that I could see how my body changed.  Here is the one from 10 weeks:
No real baby bump there
The next week, I had a wedding to go to.  None of my dresses really fit because I had filled out more everywhere.  So Matt took me to go buy a new dress.  I hated the way I looked in all of them, except one (and I still can't decide how I really feel about it). We bought it anyway and I wore it to the wedding.  I really didn't think I had changed too much, until my husband took this picture:
Where did this belly come from?
I look flat chested and have this seemingly huge belly.  Is it supposed to be that big at 11-12 weeks? Now I'm all freaked out that I'm overeating and it's all fat in there.  Someone please tell me this is normal.

I'm almost 12 weeks now and the same size as the second picture, but I'm still wondering how much weight I'm supposed to be gaining. I know over the whole pregnancy, I'm supposed to gain about 25 pounds, but I'm starting to think I'll gain more.  I just don't get it; I've been eating right and exercising.

I've been told by a couple of people that I just got the belly early and it'll stay like this for a while.  I have mixed feelings about this.  I am already nervous about carrying around a large stomach, but I feel like the one I have now just makes me look chubby, instead of pregnant.

In the end, I guess everyone has a little bit different pregnancy experience, and I won't know what happens with this one until it's over.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

I'm Pregnant!

Matt and I were planning on having children soon, kind of. I had always heard that once you go off the pill, it can take up to a year to get pregnant, and that it will usually take at least several months. We decided to stop preventing in January, hoping to get pregnant by summer. I guess God and my body had other plans.

My first clue was one night when I was making dinner. I was browning hamburger meat and kept telling Matt that it smelled really funny. He made a joke that I must be pregnant, so I started questioning it. I went and bought tests that night, but really wanted to wait until morning to take it. I couldn't sleep at all and ended up getting up at 5 because I was so anxious. I completely did not expect to see two lines. I cried. I screamed. And mostly, I didn't believe it.

Those area some dark positive lines.

I immediately called my doctor. I had no idea they don't need to see you until you're 8 weeks. I hated the wait; it was awful. I was so afraid the ultrasound would tell me that was never a baby, that it was somehow a false positive. It was very much the opposite. We saw our little baby and heard its heartbeat. I still wonder every day if he (I keep thinking it's a boy) is okay in there.

I know the whole "chalkboard update" is way overused, but I really like it.
And this picture mostly just freaks me out.  It was taken when I was just under 9 weeks.  I'm not supposed to already be showing, am I?

I guess that's my story on how we found out and the first few weeks.  I was told we would find out at 18 weeks what the sex is.  I think, if anything, this will definitely teach me to be patient.  I know people say it goes by so fast, and I know it will once we're to the next stage, but it's hard waiting each week or each month until I see the doctor.  It's difficult not knowing what's going on in there, but I guess that's where faith has to come in to play.  I have to assume the little baby growing inside me is okay.