On your marks, get set…
We’re having another baby!
Our new addition, gender to be determined this summer, is due to arrive in November. Will he/she share Caroline’s birthday (hopefully not, but that’s not for me to decide)? Will he/she be a Scorpio or a Sagittarius?
Time will tell. Here’s what I do know:
We got to hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time today and that was really, really cool. And, frankly, a relief. I mean, sure, I took the test, it was positive; I saw the heartbeat at the last doctor’s appointment; Lord knows I’ve been feeling pregnant. But nothing quite reassured me that yes, yes, there is in fact life growing inside me right now like hearing that heartbeat, all funky and underwater-sounding as it is.
Each pregnancy truly is different. With Caroline, I cruised through the first trimester with nary a complaint, stomach-wise. This time I’ve had persistent mild queasiness. Thankfully, no vomiting, so it’s more annoying than anything else. As for exhaustion, my memory is hazy on my first pregnancy, but this time around, I’m dealing with the fun cocktail of standard pregnancy tiredness, a less-than-stellar thyroid, and chasing a lively toddler around. I realize my blessings, but whew! Let’s just say I’ve rarely appreciated naps, or “good days,” or running as much as I do now.
Running! Yup, still doing that. My average run is approximately a 5k, and I aim for 5-6 days a week. Occasionally my body says NOPE when the alarm goes off at 5:30, but I try to remember:
- I’ve never felt queasy while running.
- I always have more energy on the mornings I run, even when I go super-slow.
- I’m a happier mom when I run, thus a better mom for Caroline.
- And of course all the physical health benefits for me and Baby #2.
It feels so good to share our happy news with everyone. Maybe it’s because the first trimester this time around wasn’t as easy, but it was much harder to keep it a secret. These last few weeks, Robin Hood and I have kind of let a slow leak of the news happen. He was eager to share the excitement, and I was too, but I also desperately wanted someone to commiserate with.
So this feels good.
And if you’re an expectant mama in your first trimester, feeling hormonal and nauseated and lonely, you’re not alone. I see you and I’m with you, and you’re amazing.