Week One
Not to be too graphic, but that's when the magic happened...am I right?
Week Two
Ridiculously sore boobs. I mean wow, yikes. Not that I minded the growth spurt, well except for the pain.
Week Three
Found out I was pregnant. Thank you Dollar Tree store pregnancy tests. Of course the line was super faint and when I showed the daddy-to-be he was like, "No, I think it's gotta look exactly like the picture." So, I went online and found out a line is a line.
Week Four - Five
Took another pregnancy test. I was excited and I guess a part of me didn't quite believe it yet. Line was still there. At this point I'm wearing a bra to bed because when I turn over I cry out in pain. It'd be quite comical actually if it didn't hurt so much.
Week Six - Ten
I go to the doctor to confirm pregnancy and have my first transvaginal ultrasound. My doc was super excited for us, so she gave us one this early.
Nausea. All. Day. No vomiting, but I felt like I had to eat all the time. It was annoying, especially because I'd become addicted to one thing one week only to despise it the next week. Also, certain smells made me very angry. The cat's food was number one on the funk-o-meter. Gagtastic!
Some foods/drinks I had a hate/love relationship with during that time: Naked Green Machine Juice, tea, coffee (I thought it would be hard to give up my 2 cups a day. Nope.), crackers, pita chips, hummus, and Daiya cheese. I suddenly had cravings for orange juice, which is my least favorite juice, and orange soda. Still crave 'em. Although now I'm obsessed with Arnold Palmers:
Week Twelve
Baby's first trip to Paris! Beignets, baguettes, macaroons, cheese (no soft cheeses of course), and delicious food galore. Baby ate well that week...well, baby mama and daddy ate well. ;)
Week Thirteen
We get back home and I immediately think something's wrong with the baking bun. I guess I was at that weird stage where you're no longer feeling sick, which is great except that was your barometer letting you know you're pregnant. Now that it's gone and you aren't at the feeling your kid move in ya stage, the uncertainty and worry sets in. Thankfully, I had a doc appointment and I got to hear the heartbeat. Phew.
Week Fourteen - Seventeen
Finally started telling peeps we're knocked up. I interviewed for a new job and then got said new job (still haven't started yet). People are shocked that I'm pregnant because I don't look it.
I start freakin' out about insurance and when to tell new job about being pregnant (I'm still freakin' about it).
I start feeling weird flutters in the same spot. No, it's not gas. On my BabyCenter app it's described as popping popcorn and I can get behind that.
We find out we're having a BOY! I was up for either, but my guy really wanted a boy. He felt he'd have to go through major therapy if we had a girl - ha! Of course he would have been happy with a girl too.
After finding out we're having a boy, we subsequently get into a car accident. Wasn't our fault, a guy ran a stop sign and we ran right into him. Thankfully it was Midtown so we were going about 25-30 mph. Impact was minor, but I burst into tears and was extremely worried. Went to the ER and all was well. It was a crazy, good/bad stressful day.
Week Eighteen
I start this blog and write this post. Oh, and I think I'm finally showing or I'm super bloated - which really wouldn't surprise me either.
All right, I'm all caught up!
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