Dear Bug,
I found out that I was pregnant the first weekend of October. Soon after, I went to the doctor and discovered that I must have found out about you soon after you decided to stick around. Your dad and I contained our excitement about you until I was 12 weeks-November 18th just to be sure you would stay with us.
Being pregnant with you has been juuust about 0% like being pregnant with Michael. With Michael, life didn't change too much, I was sick sometimes but not horribly and not consistently. I had a few minor cravings but nothing crazy. I wasn't tired, I went to school full time with a part time job and then had a full time job. It took some time before I looked pregnant and not just chubby. So far, with you I have been so sick that some days I had to lay on the couch and hope that Michael didn't do anything that required me to get up. I was like that until my beloved doctor prescribed me some NO SIDE EFFECTS sickness medicine. After I finally got that I was good to go. During my first trimester I was so tired that I wouldn't get up until about 8:00 a.m. take a 2 hour nap during the day and then go to bed at 8:00 p.m. and I still couldn't keep my eyes open. I get cravings with you...like I think I might die if I don't get the spicy ranch from Sharky's. I woke up last week, and was shocked about having a very baby looking baby bump. I cried....I cried a lot. I still cry. I wasn't ready for the sudden change. All of a sudden my pants hurt, I've had to pull out my maternity clothes already.
I ate eggs and drank some orange juice on October 14...the idea of eggs sounded so good. However, even as I sit here now thinking about eggs, I want to puke. I was laid up in bed, not even 30 minutes after breakfast, for the rest of the day. I had to make a mental note, no more eggs or orange juice. I couldn't eat eggs or drink orange juice when I was pregnant with Michael, either.
I have had two sonograms so far, one to date how far along I was and the other to listen to your heart beat. 171 strong beats per minute both times. How lucky I feel to have you. How terrified I feel to have you. All the worries from being pregnant with Michael come back to me. Everything that went wrong, the pre-eclampsia, the induction, the NICU. But it's easy to push those things out of my mind when I see your sweet older brother dancing, singing, acting like a puppy, giving you kisses through my tummy. You're a lucky baby to have Michael to look out for you. Love you, sweet bug.
Love,
Mama
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