Hi! My name is Stacie. I'm 27 years old and 13 weeks pregnant with my first child, due August 7th. My husband Sean and I have been married for 2 and a half years. Our 3 year anniversary is in August, a few weeks after the baby is due. I'm a part time reading teacher and my husband is a computer engineer.
Sean and I are so thrilled about having a baby. It was a planned surprise. Planned because we were trying to get pregnant, a surprise because it happened so quickly. Even before we got married we both knew we wanted a lot of kids but there were also things we wanted to accomplish before getting pregnant. We wanted to buy a house and I wanted to finish college and find a new job. I also wanted to lose weight.
I've always been overweight but I was still able to have a full, active life. Being heavy didn't stop me. But when you choose to have a baby it isn't about you and I wanted my baby to have the best, healthiest start possible; to me, that meant a mother with a more ideal weight. So I went on a diet and lost 30 pounds in about 4 months but then I started slowly gaining weight back. A year after I started losing wight I was only 10 pounds lighter than when I started.
Around the time of our second wedding anniversary the urge to have a family became very strong for both Sean and myself. We couldn't leave the house without seeing families and babies and both of us going “Awwwwww”. That summer I had my annual exam and a physical. The doctor said my cholesterol levels were excellent, great blood pressure and sugar levels. When I talked to my gynecologist about getting pregnant she said overweight people have healthy babies all the time. If my health is good and my husband and I want a family we could have one, the only thing stopping us was us. So we talked it over, we had the house. I had a college degree and a good job. We knew if we waited for things to be perfect, we'd never have any kids. So we decided to start our family.
I was so shocked when I first found out I was pregnant. The stick was right there in front of me but I still didn't believe it. I didn't feel any different than I had the month before (when I was certain I was pregnant). The first time it really hit me was when we had our first ultrasound appointment in January. The baby looked like a little blob with a big head but clear as day we could see the heart beating. It was a little dot floating up and down on the screen where the baby's chest was. When I saw it I couldn't even speak. There it was... a baby, my baby, growing inside me.
So far my pregnancy has been pretty average. I have had morning sickness and nausea all through the day, nearly every day. After New Years I got sick with a fever and cold which turned into bronchitis. But now that I'm going into my second trimester the nausea has started to subside and I have more energy. I've been exercising regularly and overall I really feel pretty good. We'll see what the second trimester holds in store for me and the baby... stay tuned.