I'm 31 weeks pregnant this week (aaahh!! weeks left are in the single digits!!), and continuing to look back at the road just traveled. Pregnancy is definitely one of those times in life when the days are long and the months are short; every day I feel like the minutes are just dragging on and on while I dream about meeting our baby, but then suddenly I look back and have no idea where the last 7 3/4 months have gone! At least now that we are in the home stretch we have a lot of stuff to get done, and that helps fill the time [6 months ago: "Oh, we have sooo much time to put together the nursery. Don't even worry about it." Yesterday at Midnight: "WAKE UP! We need to work on the nursery NOW! There is no time to spare!!!"]. However, the beginning was HARD in this respect - especially before we told our family that we were expecting!
Troy and I had decided to wait until our first doctors appointment a full 8 weeks away until we told our family, and keeping a secret for that long was nearly impossible. The biggest struggle was not telling my mom since we are so close. Especially after she came back from a road trip with my uncle and a bunch of fertility goddess souvenirs, ha! How I managed not to blurt out The Secret and still react appropriately, I'll never know. ("THANK YOU, I TOTALLY STILL NEED THIS, I'LL HANG IT ABOVE MY BED... HAHAHA AM I SMILING WEIRD?!"). The unwritten rule in our family is that you have to respond honestly to a direct question (we only lie by omission in these parts), so luckily I avoided her enough those weeks that she never had a chance to ask if I was pregnant (extra luckily it was post holiday season so no one noticed that I had stopped taking shots of Jaeger on the regular.)
Hilariously, the only person that seemed to figure it out early was Troy's dad! We didn't even give him a reason to suspect it! He and Troy were trying to plan a manly fishing trip in September with Troy's brother and Troy casually asked "when in September?", and immediately his dad said, "Why does it matter? Are you expecting a baby then?" As if there would be NO OTHER reason to ask (like taking work off maybe...), sheesh. Troy blundered through an answer without confirming it one way or the other.
Thank goodness, we DID tell our friends Randi and Eric (Randi almost knew before Troy did, but I was able to keep my chill for at least a few hours). If she wasn't there to help me process every single thought in my brain, I don't think I would have made it.
Gratefully, at my nurse appointment (which gets scheduled well before your first meeting with the doctor, just to go through some basic information) I told the nurse how anxious I was to see that the baby was actually in there, and she was able to bump up our ultrasound a glorious two weeks!
Finally we had our picture AND a heartbeat! We felt confident to start telling the fam. They were all ecstatic, and made us feel extremely loved. There is no doubt that our kid is going to be surrounded by the most supportive, adoring, and generous community of people!
Then I (super surprisingly) got fired from my job, and was faced with such stress/anger/resentment that I really thought the baby would just bail (Google says: high levels of stress in early pregnancy can be detrimental to a developing fetus). After the initial shock though I realized that I was living under extreme daily stress because of that job, and it was actually a good thing I got kicked out when I did. I began to decompress and life got easier. It was like I was in a tunnel so wide that I didn't know it was a tunnel until I saw the light at the end! I also had this to help me through:
Despite that momentary emotional upheaval, my first trimester went very well. I was exhausted for sure, and had a minor subchorionic hemorrhage (which sounds scary, but happens commonly and cleared up by itself), but I had very little morning sickness and felt good overall.
I am extremely grateful that Troy has handled this pregnancy in stride from the very beginning. He has been attentive, actively involved with all of the doctors appointments, and a great support (he also listens when I tell him he's being a dick, so that helps). I worried the most those beginning months, but between Troy and ever-faithful Google, I was able to get all the reassurance I needed that everything was going well (Google: can I have a hot bath when pregnant? Google: Pregnancy and soft cheese Google: 10 weeks pregnant, vacuuming ok?).
I was eager to get out of the first trimester, and start experiencing the more fun parts of pregnancy. It's strange to know you are pregnant, have some pregnancy symptoms, but not look pregnant or know how the baby is doing. I'd be going about my day and suddenly think, "I'm growing a baby right now!" For me, at least, it was a bit trippy. I was definitely anticipating growing a bump and feeling the baby kick - time couldn't pass fast enough!
So Perfect Stranger, if you have been pregnant what do you remember about the first trimester? If you're looking to be pregnant someday, what are you most nervous/excited about? Let me know in the comments!