OH my goodness, I cannot possibly explain how hard it has been to wait this long to share this news with you guys!! I. Have. Been. Dying. Every single post I’ve written since the very beginning of November, I’ve been one spastic keyboard motion away from typing “OH BY THE WAY I’M PREGNANT” and then frantically clicking publish.
I overshare on this blog like every single day, and keeping this to myself for over two months has been so difficult.
Can we stop for .45 seconds and admire Boone’s ridiculous cuteness in that pregnancy announcement picture? I die every time I look at it. Yes, I am obsessed with my dog. But even if you aren’t a socially abnormal dog lover like me, you’ve gotta admit that’s like a cuteness level TEN right there. Yes? No? Yesssss.
First of all, I hope this announcement maybe explains some of my awful-ness when it comes to blogging lately. I was feeling EXTREMELY anti-food (specifically meat) for almost my entire first trimester, so you can imagine now much I was looking forward to cooking and ranting about delicious food for hours and hours every week…oh wait. False.
It was challenging, and it ended with me not posting nearly as much as I should have been. SO – I apologize for that. My body has now transitioned from wanting nothing to do with anything other than carbs (i.e. pizza, pasta, bagels) to wanting every crumb of food in sight, no matter what it is. I seriously eat like an obese man right now. Needless to say, the food aversions are over. Except for bratwursts. Mention bratwursts in my presence, and you might get puked on. You’ve been warned, so I will accept no blame.
SO, the first trimester. Basically I wanted to vom at all times. I was so tired that I could barely stay awake past 8:00 pm. If you put a piece of meat in my vicinity, you would be on my black list for the next several days (just kidding…kind of). If it wasn’t some sort of carb (I’m lookin’ atchu pasta), I pretty much couldn’t eat it. It was fun…
In all reality, though, I loved every minute of it. Every nauseous moment, every second of food aversion, every time my eyelids drooped while sitting at my desk at work, because those are all signs of a healthy pregnancy. I soaked up that thought and basked in its warmth every chance I could. Bring on that sickness if it means I have a strong, healthy baby growing in my belly.
At about week 6 or 7 (maybe? I could be off on that time line), my sister-in-law recommended that I start taking Unisom and B6 at night before bed to help with morning sickness. I called my OB to make sure that was kosher with her, and she was totes fine with it, so that’s what I started doing! And HOLY MOSES that changed my life. Not one tiny bit of nausea once I started this routine. I still had food aversions, but my nausea was completely eliminated.
At probably week 9-ish, my food aversions went away and I suddenly decided that food needed to be my constant companion, in all of its shapes and forms. Now food and I are besties again. I haven’t really had any weird cravings. I’ve had cravings, but no weird ones. For the last several days, all I’ve wanted in this world is a soft, warm, chocolate chip cookie. Here’s the level I’ve stooped to: a few days ago, I sent my husband a video that I found on Facebook of someone spooning into a soft, chocolaty, gooey chocolate chip cookie in slow motion that lasts for proooobably two minutes. I watched it like six times.
One slightly funny/slightly annoying thing that has been pretty consistent throughout these last few months has been my weird emotions. If something makes me sad or makes me happy, I usually end up crying. Or at least tearing up. I’m not a big cry-er…so this is new for me.
- I needed pineapple for something when we were at the grocery store. Seth brought over this teeny-tiny-baby adorable mini pineapple (it was like the size of an apple), and I thought it was cute so I cried. Not like, “Oh my eyes got watery.” No I straight up cried. In the grocery store. Because I thought the pineapple was so cute.
- A few weeks ago, we were watching a kind of scary TV show, and a pig got stabbed, and I sobbed. Not cried…SOBBED. Like it was a family member dying…not a pig who was actually unharmed in real life.
- A few nights ago, Seth was putting our lunches together for work the next day, and I came into the kitchen and saw him rubbing a lemon on some apple wedges that he cut up for me because “He didn’t want them to get brown by the time I ate them the next day.” Aaaaaand I cried because I thought it was so sweet.
So….yeah, that’s me now. Hi 👋. If you see me anywhere, I’ll probably be eating a cheeseburger, crying about something, or changing into comfy clothes because leggings are #bae.
As of right now, I’m a little past 13 weeks! Here are some bump pictures for ya:
The most fun and exciting part of all of this so far, though, is what happened yesterday. Yesterday was our very first appointment, and we got an ultrasound and heard the heart beat. I was supposed to get one at week 10 and week 12, but that’s a long story about me reading a text reminder wrong and missing the 10 week appointment by an hour…delaying both appointments to January 10th…strug.
BUT, yesterday. It was literally the coolest thing I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life. Before having an ultrasound, it’s hard to believe that there really is a baby in your belly, but when they run that wand over your stomach and the little peanut comes into view…wow. I was at a loss for words. I cried (of course – see heightened emotions above), and couldn’t pull my eyes away from the screen.
That little guy (or girl) is super mobile and active, too! He (or she 🙄) was bouncing all over the place, wiggling around, moving its little arms and legs…so amazing. And hearing the heart beat was just as cool. The fact that this tiny little human in my belly is a 50/50 mix of Seth and I, that we are growing this baby from scratch inside my body, is the most miraculous thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around, but it made our little miracle so much more real when I saw it bouncing around on the screen with its fast, strong little heart beat. You are SO loved already, sweet baby Chesson ❤️. And you already feel like ours.
So that’s where I’m at right now! And I’M SO HAPPY I CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT IT ON HERE. These last few months have been slightly challenging at times when I was feeling particularly vomitous (new word) or so tired that I could hardly function, but after our miscarriage this past September, which was such a crushing loss, I could not be happier or feel more blessed about this new little miracle. God has worked in our lives in the most unbelievable ways over the last several months, and it is so much fun to see his hand in all the details, but that’s a whole ‘nother post 😀, which I will hopefully get around to writing soon-ish.
Have a wonderful Wednesday, friends!