I am entering into this journal a bit late into my pregnancy, so I thought I'd give you all a quick overview of how the pregnancy has been going so far.
Although I really had wanted a fourth baby, never in my wildest dreams did I think it would actually happen. It took us almost two years of very actively trying to get pregnant before we finally conceived Ethan. I figured my age was really playing against me and that my chances were very limited. Although I have a very regular period and have had since I was four months post partum, I just really thought my chances were very slim. I also exclusively breastfed Ethan and was still nursing when we found out that I was pregnant for the fourth time.
Ethan had just turned 11 months old. We were getting ready to move and our lives were very busy between that, having an almost toddler and 7 year old twins. I actually took the pregnancy test a few days before my period was due, only because I felt a bit off and thought I'd test just for the heck of it. I would have paid money to say it would have been negative. To my shock . . . a second PINK line came up. I took the kids to school and ran by the store to get a better test since I'd peed on a dollar store test and knew that they can be unreliable. I took my purchase home and peed again, and yep, definitely a second line. I think I was speechless. My husband was even more speechless than I was when Ethan handed him the test that night. (I thought it would be cute to let the "baby" tell daddy we were having another baby). He was totally not expecting it. Even though we weren't preventing, we certainly weren't prepared for it either. After about 24 hours, the initial shock wore off, and we realized we had another little bundle on the way. I was about 3 1/2 weeks along.
I had my first doctor's appointment when I was just barely five weeks. I was going to have a well woman exam and my first ultrasound. I knew at that point we wouldn't be able to see much, so my husband didn't come along. As I suspected, all we could see was a sac, one sac. As far as the doctor could see, everything looked as it should and I was due to go back in about two weeks.
At 7 weeks 3 days, I had my next ultrasound. I wanted so badly to see my little bean and that beating heart. For anyone who has experienced a miscarriage, you know how important that little beating heart is. My husband came with me to this appointment. We got settled in on the table and the doctor began the ultrasound. We saw the sac and nothing else. She looked around for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it was about 10 minutes. She thought she had seen the baby and heartbeat, but couldn't seem to locate it again. She even tried to listen for the heartbeat and couldn't pick up anything. My heart just sank . . . I was sure I had lost this baby too and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Thank goodness the doctor didn't give up. She kept looking and looking when all of the sudden a little blob appeared and I almost shouted, "THERE IT IS"! I could see the little bean and a nice little beating heart. I could see the look of relief on the doctor's face as I think she was having the same thought that I was. She was finally able to get a heartbeat reading as well, 173 beats per minute. We were able hear it as well and it was the best sound in the entire world.
So, over the next several weeks, we have had a couple of doctor's appointments and have gotten to hear the heartbeat via Doppler. It ranges anywhere from 150-165 bpm and everything seems to be progressing right on track. I am measuring right where I should be and I have a lovely belly to show for it as well.
Overall, I feel good. Up until about a week or so ago, I have had a bit of mild morning sickness. I am one of the lucky few that doesn't suffer from full on morning sickness, but more so I just get a sour stomach and nothing tastes good. Fortunately, I don't actually get sick. That seems to have passed now and I am thankful to actually be able to enjoy a meal again.
All of my babies have been born via c-section, and thus, I started to show pretty quickly. At almost 16 weeks, I have a nice belly to show for myself and it's nice to feel pregnant and not just fat. I'm overweight to begin with so feeling fat is normally an everyday feeling for me.
I just had my most recent appointment this past week. Again, things looked perfect and the baby is measuring right on target. I scheduled my level II ultrasound for the end of the month, which I can't wait for. Due to my age, having a miscarriage, and having natural twins, I am considered high risk and thus the level II ultrasound. It will also be when we can find out the gender of this baby. We would love another girl to even things out, but just praying for healthy.
So . . . that should bring you up to speed on how things have been going so far. Hope that everyone is well, and I look forward to posting my 16-week update.