As much to your shock as mine, we have ended the first trimester and moved on to trimester two with our little surprise!
On Saturday I turned 14 weeks, and baby is now the size of a peach. A peach! I truly can’t believe sometimes how fast this is going or really that I have another thing inside of me that’s growing so exponentially every week.
She is, however, starting to make her presence known as I am starting to feel the earliest flutters and kicks that remind me of her wakeful status. It seems early to detect movement, but my placenta is not in the front this time (as it was for Sib and MG), so I am able to feel a little more freely in the front. Plus, being a mom four times over means you just know when you start to feel them. It’s the same ingrained feeling as when you feel that first wave of morning sickness and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you are pregnant.
I said in my last few posts that a few things about this pregnancy have been different, but many things similar. My nausea is starting to fade, other than resurfacing in the evening, usually around bedtime. My energy still greatly wanes in the afternoon, and sometimes a nap is required to get through the day, but still, greatly better than the days of just wanting to stay in bed all day long. My appetite is still largely present and probably will remain so until the very end. If I don’t get lunch right on time, the queasiness resurfaces and my whole body lets me know it.
My cravings this time around have been very consistent with the past: cheese, carbs, sour candy, water (my thirst has been off the charts). Aversions include: some meat, vegetables, and some sweets. Often, I crave slushies or sour candy and water in an effort to slay what feels like an impossible thirst to quench. Cheese always sounds good to me, and many lunches were made out of grilled cheese and some kind of smooth soup throughout the first trimester.
One major difference in this pregnancy has been that I have kept up with my running. In the past, running made me feel very out of breath and light headed, but this time it has been different. Now don’t get me wrong, I went from running 100% of my runs, to about 75%, and now down to 50% (stopping to walk when I feel overheated or heartbeat too high), but it still feels like a great accomplishment and I hope to keep going for as long as I can.
Another thing that has felt different is the way the doctors and nursing staff treats you when it’s your fourth baby. The approach seems to be more hands-off and respectful of my past. This is something I craved with the first pregnancies, but only just now earned. Hopefully, this pregnancy will be as smooth and uneventful as my last ones.
This first trimester has brought a lot of decisions too. We had to find a new doctor down here, and decide where to deliver. My main criteria with the hospital was somewhere close (i.e. not an hour away this time), and one that had laboring tubs. That narrowed the list down to two. Of these two, I was able to choose based on the doctor I wanted and a few other minor things. Overall, this decision felt rushed and forced, not the excited anticipation I felt the past few times.
I haven’t lost sleep over this decision, though. As sleep has come easily to me. Really, I want to crawl into bed as soon as the girls are safely tucked in and read for an hour before my eyelids become impossibly heavy. I am thankful, though, to skip afternoon naps and to sleep the entire night through with just a few 2 minute wake-ups.
I’ve also been making a list of items to buy. We did give away a lot of our baby & maternity items in a moving purge, and as Sib outgrew them. Thankfully, my sister is willing to lend me some things as her baby outgrows them. Still, we will probably need to make a few more purchases as well as decide when to move Sib into her own room (or in with the other two?).
We found out this month that we are expecting a girl, as I said previously. We took the NIPT again, though used a different brand (the one preferred by my new dr). We received the results in 6 days this time and once again, it was a good experience. I love knowing this early what gender to expect, especially now that my energy is returning. I have been window shopping for fabric and dreaming up some outfits to sew.
Last night I spent a considerable amount of time on baby name blogs and googling potential keepers. There was one name I keep coming back to (i.e. the safe choice), one that I really like but N isn’t thrilled about, and one I wish I could use but it feels too wrapped up in slight, but potential controversy. I keep praying that God will send some clarity to me. But once again, it’s not keeping me up at night.
It struck me last night that this will be the last time I will name a baby. There’s a lot of other lasts with this one too: last birth story, last pregnancy, last birth announcement, last time to sew tiny clothes for my own. It’s nice to know for certain when it’s the last time, so you can savor it, but it also adds a small taste of bitter to the sweet.
So many things to think about, feeling that much more weighty because we didn’t choose them. But, I still get butterflies when I think about the moment of meeting this special child, the one God chose to add to our family.