Oh, right, I’m pregnant! I forget on a regular basis although my stomach and the little legs and arms moving in there remind me throughout the day. I’m just staying so busy with the rest of my life that this prenancy is flying by! And that I do not mind at all! While there are aspects of pregnancy that I love – especially the baby moving – I really go into it for the outcome – a new baby. And now I just can’t wait for the next sixteen weeks (give or take) to go by so I can meet this little thing.
I have been having Braxton Hicks although they aren’t terrible yet. The unfortunate thing is that I can’t walk far without being in pain. This is a bad thing because in two weeks, I’ll be going to Breakforth and I’ll be walking back and forth from my hotel to the conference the whole weekend. I do have a plan – going to the gym or the indoor walking track here if it’s open for the next few weeks – but I am not entirely sure that it will help all that much…and I haven’t done it yet.
My womb is growing far beyond the stage of pregnancy I am in – when I saw a doctor other than my own at 21 weeks, he said I was measuring more in line for 26 weeks. But it happened with Erik, too, so I don’t think I’m farther along than 24 weeks. Still, I would love to have this baby in April since we don’t have any close family birthdays that month. May and June are both busy, as are February and March, but April is wide open.
This pregnancy has been so different than my last – I feel huge right now and hardly have any pants I can fit into because of how I’m carrying. I don’t want to have to shop but I may need maternity pants. I hate maternity pants, but currently my most comfortable pants are my stretchy yoga pants with the high band. Then there’s no hard waistband to dig in!
Anyway, just a quick update since I seem to never mention how things are going here. I guess by baby number four, I just don’t have much of anything new to say!
My baby weighs approximately eight ounces. 🙂 I had my ultrasound today and the only bad part was that I never got to see the sweet little thing’s face. It was lying face down across my belly, which made it hard for the technician to get things done and impossible for us to see any facial features. I did see the heart, stomach, spine, hands, feet, arms and legs. I’m happy – it’s great to see it at all. Here’s a picture with a few guides…
My sweet little fourth child: 18 weeks
Since there seem to be a few people who forget completely that I’m pregnant again, I thought I’d give a quick update on how things are going. I’m sixteen weeks along now- that’s four weeks until halfway! I’m still taking medication for my nausea as I can’t quite seem to quit without consequences. I had an appointment on Tuesday and my doctor said that I’m measuring closer to eighteen weeks, although that happened with Erik and then the ultrasound said he was due later. I have my ultrasound in two weeks and then I’ll know a bit more about whether I’m due at the beginning of May or the middle.
My appointment went so well that as my doctor was writing “low risk” on my chart, she said she was thinking about writing “boring”. She’s said in the past that I’m a baby machine, and seeing as how I like having them, I don’t mind being called that in the least. She is going to be out of town in December, so I won’t be going back to see her until January – a six week break rather than four as usual. I don’t mind that as I don’t have any concerns about this pregnancy.
My actual pregnancy is not showing much, but rather pushing all the excess stomach weight upwards and out. So I look pregnant, but my womb is actually still very much concealed. I blame all the excess weight on all the food I’ve been eating to keep myself from getting sick. It’s a bit of a downer at times, but I know it’s only for a season.
Anyway, that’s that. “Boring”. I’m sure things will get more interesting as I start to show and feel the baby more (I have been feeling it for a few weeks now, but very faintly). I’m looking forward to both – and hopefully no more than another twenty-four weeks of pregnancy. 🙂
There was one day when I kissed my kids goodnight and cried, thinking I’d be in the hospital dying before they were awake the next morning. I have never felt so awful in my life and I was sure there was no way I would make it through. I know it sounds dramatic, but it was honestly felt. I just couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing them again. With that was the thought that even if I lived, I would lose this precious life I am carrying. My mother said that swine flu was a very bad thing to have when you’re pregnant and my doctor had told me that she knew one person who had miscarried. I tried all I could to not be afraid, but sometimes it’s easier to succumb to it than fight it off.
Late Tuesday night, after being so sure of death at the end of this, I threw up. It was pregnancy related and not from the flu at all and somehow I felt a lot better afterward. Maybe it was life reminding me of its determination to keep me, or my baby telling me – as Mike said – that I wasn’t about to take it down with me. The unfortunate thing is that overnight, I ended up with a splitting earache – a second trip to the doctor confirmed an ear infection. An ear infection!! My kids get ear infections, I do not. But apparently swine flu put me into a childlike state physically speaking (and at times, emotionally). Thankfully antibiotics fixed that problem quickly – I was over the pain after less than two days.
On Thursday the boys came down with swine flu. We called the doctor and after describing Erik’s symptoms, including respirations and heart rate, she prescribed tamiflu for him. I thought I was saved a third trip to the clinic, but when I got to the pharmacy, the prescription wasn’t there and I had to go in anyway to straighten things out. This was of course, breaking my bed rest yet again, but I figured that a drive to the pharmacy would be less work than watching the kids if Mike went to get it. It would have been were it not for the additional drive and walk into the clinic. I felt like falling over as soon as I got home.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that swine flu takes it out of you. And swine flu plus pregnancy equals misery. But I’m getting over it – still coughing a bit and still very tired. I felt like tackling my kitchen today, it was in such a state, but after I got up and fed the kids breakfast and put on a movie for them, I knew it wouldn’t be happening. I’ll be lucky if I feel up to it by the end of the week. Mike is back to work today but was home all last week and we didn’t go anywhere for more than a few minutes – and that was just sending Mike out to get Tylenol or food. We had a few very kind women (my mother-in-law and sister-in-law included) who brought us meals and baked things. I have more cookies, buns and treats in my house right now than I have at any Christmas past. Just a few minutes ago, a friend and her daughter came by and gave us a bag full of snacks. My friend said that her daughter decided that they needed to get us a present – she is good friends with Jenny and has been since birth. It’s nice having so many people thinking about us and praying for us, but it will be even nicer to get out of here and see some of them.
We’re watching a move tonight and I’m just hoping I won’t regret it – for both the sake of the content and subject of the movie, and for staying up for the next few hours. Tomorrow afternoon I have my first maternity appointment and I’ll be able to confirm the health of this little life I’m carrying.
Okay, you’re expecting it, so I’m sure it’s not a surprise…or you’ve already heard it somewhere else, but I’m pregnant! I’m really tired and sick as a dog (or as sick as a really sick dog who has a sore stomach all day every day and can’t even throw up to feel better). I still can’t figure out why my morning sickness gets worse with every pregnancy….or at least it was worse from my second to my third and now from my third to my fourth. I was sick with Jenny, but nothing like this, and with Elias I just had to eat all the time and I felt pretty good. I actually feel like that would almost work with this one, but I can’t stay on top of eating all of the time. I think I’m okay and then suddenly I’m hungry and in trouble again.
We found out on September 6th, which was Elias’s third birthday, making it an even more memorable day. I was a little bit late and coffee was making my stomach hurt a bit, so I thought I’d just take a test since I have a bunch of cheap ones. I was actually quite surprised to get a positive result. It was fun to surprise Mike – calling him into the bathroom telling him there was something he’d want to see. 🙂 Because I wasn’t feeling too bad, I figured it would be a good opportunity to keep it a secret for a while. And then I hit week six and things got nasty on me. We told my family right away just because they don’t live here and finally told Mike’s parents on Thursday when we were talking to them about the timing of our cruise. We have to go by the second week in January or I’ll be too pregnant to be accepted on the ship. Not only that, but if we go this in November or December, there is a risk of still dealing with morning sickness.
Anyway, that’s my big news. I’m due May 11th (or thereabouts) and while my boys don’t get it, Jenny is thrilled with this news. It’s nice that someone is jumping up and down about it, since no one has really reacted that way since I was pregnant with Jenny. It’s nice news, but never quite as exciting as the first (to other people, anyway). But Jenny wants a sister so bad and is determined that this is a sister…I don’t know what she’ll do if it’s another boy!
After feeling pity for myself and shedding a few tears over my bad day, I got a phone call to put it all in perspective. My sister-in-law, who is due July 7th with her second baby, was taken out of town in an ambulance to be induced after being in the hospital here overnight with high blood pressure. The baby is small, the placenta looks bad and I am terrified that something is going to happen to her or the baby. I have such love for her and that baby and her thirteen month old son. Our nephew was small – 5 lb 8 oz – and only two days early, so it seems this baby could be even smaller.
At the heart of my fears, right next to my worst one, which would be something happening to her or the baby, is another one – that regardless of what happens, things are going to get worse for me. That my situation will be ignored by everyone who knows her, and especially by Mike’s family. It is terribly selfish and an awful thing to feel, I’m sure, but I can’t help it. I am desperate for my own family right now. For parents or siblings who love me. For aunts or uncles or cousins who would offer help. But they are all so far away and can’t do a thing for me right now except pray. I guess the best I can do is to ask them to do that much, for me and especially for Mike’s sister.
So I’ll ask you as well (whoever you may be) to pray for our family – for Mike’s sister and her unborn baby, for her husband and their son and for Mike, Jenny, Elias, Erik and me. And pray that this would all serve to prove God’s power and purpose in our lives.