I’ve been DYING to tell you girls this for WEEKS and I’m so glad I can spill the beans. I am pregnant!!! Baby Tress number two is on his way, and he has already given me a run for my money.
My husband and I were very blessed to get pregnant quickly with Emma, and we were blessed to get pregnant very quickly again with this baby. I have a metabolic disorder, so I needed a little bit of help from the doctors, but the hubs is a straight shot, and the first time I ovulated, I got a positive HPT (home pregnancy test). Talk about awesome! I actually knew I was pregnant about a week before I took the HPT because I was up for two hours with implantation cramping a week after I conceived. Crazy! I had the same cramping when I got pregnant with Emma.
I mentioned that I have a metabolic disorder, and those who have been following my blog for a while know some of the implications. I am considered high risk because of my disorder, so by the time I was 6 weeks pregnant, I had been to the doctor’s office 8 times! Talk about a little crazy! I have a very busy work schedule, so I tried to do all of my appointments at 7.30 a.m. or after work. Ugh — what a juggling act. I was getting ultrasounds, having blood drawn, etc.
This pregnancy has been FAR worse than my pregnancy with Emma in terms of morning sickness. Honestly, I probably deserve it. I was convinced that I felt good during my pregnancy with Emma because I ate well and exercised. Well, I have news. I am still eating well and exercising every day, and yet I feel terrible! I could barely eat or drink in the first couple weeks, so I went on Zophran and another med to settle my stomach. It has worked like a charm! I cannot function without the meds!
Toward the very beginning of this pregnancy, I had some scares with progesterone levels (my levels were good, and then would drop significantly 48 hours later – likely as a result of my metabolic disorder), so we were watching those levels very closely. I had an ultrasound at 6 weeks that confirmed a heartbeat, and that was a relief.
BUT the biggest drama was today when I went in for my 10 week appointment. I kept telling Brandon that I was hoping for a strong heartbeat, and then I would feel much more confident during this “high risk” pregnancy. Well, the doctor listened with the doplar for a heartbeat … and heard nothing. Then she went to the other side and still nothing, then she tried a few more things and could not hear the heartbeat …I was fairly panicked to say the least.
I was all by myself because I don’t have any family in the area and my hubby was at work. I texted him and said there was no heartbeat found. The doctor ordered an ultrasound right away, and I had to wait for about an hour before I could get in. The best part about my doctor’s office is that it’s .5 miles from my house and they do ultrasounds in the office (so convenient). I went home and let Emma get a power nap while I worked and worried. Then I went back for my u/s. The technician took one look at me and said — “Wow you’re so tiny, I’m surprised they couldn’t hear a heartbeat.” Um, thanks lady for making me even more panicked. Well, within a half second of her putting the instrument on my abdomen, the heartbeat was found! Strong and fast! PHEW!!!! What a huge relief and answer to prayer. This baby has certainly already given me gray hairs, and I’m only 10.5 weeks along. Sheesh.
Thank you for sharing in our excitement! I look forward to having another very fit pregnancy and working to maintain my healthy lifestyle. So far I have not missed a workout, but they have not been nearly as fun on a sour stomach. Thanks for reading!