I am thrilled to share that we are officially beyond the 8 week mark. We are still keeping our news under wraps for fear that history will repeat itself.
I am tired, bloated and experiencing some food aversions, but I think the nausea is becoming less frequent and less severe. My food tolerances come and go. I started out craving salads, then began to jive with previous pregnancies and crave sugar/candy, and now I am onto soups and sandwiches. I cannot eat chicken, fish or really much meat at all. The thought alone repulses me.
I have only gained a pound or two, but my shorts are fitting and feeling much tighter already. I am really trying to keep my weight gain in check this pregnancy, which will mean working out and eating well. I had been working out 5 days per week prior to becoming pregnant, but then we traveled for 2 weeks and the nausea and exhaustion set in. I have run 2 times since. I have to get back on it as I feel so good when I do it. I bought a heart rate monitor even though the old wive's tale of needing to keep your heart rate below 140 bpm has been proven false. I try to keep it at or below 160. When it hits 160 or so, I don't let it stay there for more than a minute or so. It is so hard. I know most things are out of my hands. I've learned that the hard way. Yet I am constantly reminded or bothered by things that I do during the day that may put our baby at risk. Exercise being one of them. Carrying a basket of clothes is another. Really, the list is endless. Even Chris is hounded by these painful thoughts as has said on several occasions, "we'll do that when we hit 12 weeks," or "why are you carrying that." I just hope the tenativeness disappears at week 12, so we can truly enjoy and bathe in the joy that we have wished for so long.
An added bonus to this pregnancy is that my younger sister, Jessica, is also pregnant! We have talked for years about having kiddos the same age, but it always seemed that when we were trying, she was struggling with her own miscarriages and when we were struggling, she was pregnant. Timing was never our friend. Until now. She is due in late December and we will be due in March. 3 months apart. Couldn't have worked out better! She also just learned that they will add a baby girl to their family. We couldn't be more excited.
I am tired, bloated and experiencing some food aversions, but I think the nausea is becoming less frequent and less severe. My food tolerances come and go. I started out craving salads, then began to jive with previous pregnancies and crave sugar/candy, and now I am onto soups and sandwiches. I cannot eat chicken, fish or really much meat at all. The thought alone repulses me.
I have only gained a pound or two, but my shorts are fitting and feeling much tighter already. I am really trying to keep my weight gain in check this pregnancy, which will mean working out and eating well. I had been working out 5 days per week prior to becoming pregnant, but then we traveled for 2 weeks and the nausea and exhaustion set in. I have run 2 times since. I have to get back on it as I feel so good when I do it. I bought a heart rate monitor even though the old wive's tale of needing to keep your heart rate below 140 bpm has been proven false. I try to keep it at or below 160. When it hits 160 or so, I don't let it stay there for more than a minute or so. It is so hard. I know most things are out of my hands. I've learned that the hard way. Yet I am constantly reminded or bothered by things that I do during the day that may put our baby at risk. Exercise being one of them. Carrying a basket of clothes is another. Really, the list is endless. Even Chris is hounded by these painful thoughts as has said on several occasions, "we'll do that when we hit 12 weeks," or "why are you carrying that." I just hope the tenativeness disappears at week 12, so we can truly enjoy and bathe in the joy that we have wished for so long.
An added bonus to this pregnancy is that my younger sister, Jessica, is also pregnant! We have talked for years about having kiddos the same age, but it always seemed that when we were trying, she was struggling with her own miscarriages and when we were struggling, she was pregnant. Timing was never our friend. Until now. She is due in late December and we will be due in March. 3 months apart. Couldn't have worked out better! She also just learned that they will add a baby girl to their family. We couldn't be more excited.
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