If someone told me 6 months ago that I would be pregnant with my first child…wait that is what happened. Once husband and I got engaged all my co-workers kept saying when are you going to get pregnant. I swore children weren’t in the future. After my miscarriage last year I wasn’t thinking about trying again…Besides I had a wedding to plan.
Husband and I got engaged in February by May I was
It was funny to me because I had planned a trip to Vegas for hubby’s birthday in June. My first thought wasn’t “Woohoo I’m pregnant.”, it was “I can’t drink I’m pregnant.”
I wasn’t shocked. I wasn’t thrilled. I was cautious. I swore hubby to keep it a secret. I didn’t want to get excited, I didn’t want the family getting excited in case we lost the baby.
In June we went to Vegas as planned. My fifth time in Vegas was my first time sober.
I felt like I was starting to show. Hubby) says certain outfits I DID look pregnant. Yet I didn’t feel that pregnant. I was nauseous but no morning sickness. I wasn’t having weird cravings. I don’t even remember having a huge appetite. I was, however, TIRED. I wanted to sleep all the time during my first few months. With each day I felt a bit more drained. I was trying to keep my blood sugar in check. In check for a pregnant diabetic is a range of 140-90. Twice I had my blood sugar go below 70 and I passed out at work.
Still with my body going through its changes I mentally wasn’t committed to the fact that I was pregnant…until
When I saw this image on the screen and heard the heartbeat tears rolled down my face.
The 12 wk mark brought on horrible leg cramps at any time of the day. My calf (left or right) would cramp up and I wouldn’t be able to walk. It would last a few seconds that felt like several minutes. That and my weight gain were the two most memorable. I was gaining weight fast but I attributed it to taking more insulin and not working out. I’m not a gym person and that wasn’t going to change just because I am pregnant. Should but won’t #realtalk. The weight gain truly sucked because of none of my clothes fit and I still hadn’t told anyone.
But at 12 wks we had passed a crucial point. My miscarriages happened at 7 wks. I wanted to pass that point. And we did but still, I didn’t want to tell anyone. Part we had more test to take and part I liked having the baby all to myself.
At the 15 wk scan we took the blood test to find out the sex.
I had an emotional few days when I found out he was a boy. I really felt he was a girl for reasons I will go into on another post. But once we knew the sex the fun part of choosing a name began.
The Hebrew meaning of Asher is “happy” (fortunate; blessed). Biblical: In the Old Testament, in the Book of Genesis, Asher was the 8th son of Jacob and the second son of Zilpa, the maid of Jacob’s wife Leah and was promised a life blessed with abundance.
The name Isaiah is a Biblical baby name. In Biblical the meaning of the name Isaiah is: The salvation of the Lord.
Once his name was settled and I began talking to him I warmed up to the fact that he was a boy.
I told my job about my pregnancy during my 2nd trimester. After passing out the second time because my blood sugar was too low I knew I had to inform them for safety reasons.
A few of the women knew something was going on. Many said they could see it in my face, plus my “glow”. During the 1st trimester, I felt I looked horrible but during the 2nd I will admit that I saw a glow.
Physically the leg cramps lessened, the fatigue was still around. My expanding uterus was interesting in terms of pain. During the beginning, I had itchy skin like I have never felt. And I have dry skin. Nothing I used alleviated the itchiness. I got used to slathering on lotion/creme/oil when I got home and got undressed. As the months passed the itchiness has gotten less.
Now even though I told my job I hadn’t mentioned anything to family and close friends.
We wanted to wait till Asher had passed his 20 wk scan. We wanted to know that he was growing and thus far healthy. Once all his test came back normal we told family and friends.
I’m now entering what I like to call “The Final Countdown”, the 3rd trimester. A few things I have noticed and have been told won’t get better:
Having to pee every time I stand up.
I thought I was tired before I was wrong. Between the heartburn and, the baby moving (which I love feeling) sleep is hard to come by.
It has been wonderful to watch this little boy grow inside me. Every time I see him on the computer screen I am amazed and honored that I will be his Mommy.
Yet every pregnancy is different. Every woman is different. Some women love being pregnant some hate it. I am in the middle. People talk about the sacrifice you make when you become a parent and how hard it is. From the moment a woman finds out she is pregnant she is making a sacrifice.
From day one your body is being shared. What you do to you-you do to your baby. You are a parent from DAY one. #realtalk For me that was and is a hard pill to swallow. I’m constantly checking my blood sugar if I need or want to eat. My increased insulin intake adds more pounds on me…and more pounds on him that can be harmful to him. But I have to take it.
I used to be a person that could function with 2, 3, even 4 hours of sleep. Not anymore, the minimum is 8 and even then I know I should be sleeping more. Some days I want to be more productive yet I don’t have the energy too.
I miss coming home from a hard day at work and having a glass of wine. I’m a caffeine addict that has had to severely count down my caffeine.
I get migraines often. I can’t take my preventative medication so now I get them weekly. There isn’t any medication that is safe for me to take.
These sound like superficial sacrifices. And maybe for you, they wouldn’t be an issue but everyone is different. These situations have taught me that if I think these sacrifices are hard and I’m doing them; making the other sacrifices won’t be too difficult. Don’t quote me, though, :lol
Besides, every time I see this face I can’t help believe all of the sacrifices will be worth it.
Until next time, xo