The second trimester has officially begun! I’m always hungry, but still suffering from food aversion. Nothing is appetizing. Nothing, except pork chops. Weird? Probably. It’s not really that I’m craving them, but that nothing else sounds good. If I don’t have protein, then my nausea gets worse. Other than peanut butter, pork chops are the only protein that sounds remotely appealing. As a result, we’ve nicknamed our little guy pork chop. We don’t have real names yet, so it’s nice to call him something other than baby that actually has meaning for us. Keep growing, pork chop!
14W+0D – Baby is the size of a lemon
This morning we had a visit with my midwife. For the first time, we got to hear the heart beat! This was a doppler only visit, so we couldn’t see baby, but the midwife pointed out noise that meant he was moving around, and it was easy to tell, because she would find the heartbeat and stop moving the doppler and then it would be gone again and we’d have to chase it around my belly. She said he’s still sitting very very low in my pelvis, which is why I have zero belly.
13W+3D – Baby is the size of a peach
In a few short days, I’ll enter my second trimester. Technically speaking, 13 weeks and 3 days pregnant is one third of the way through pregnancy. It’s a bit of a cheat, since the first two weeks were before conception, so I’ve only really been pregnant for 11 weeks and I’ve only really felt pregnant for 7 weeks. But this is a marathon, not a sprint, and I’ll take small victories where they come. They tell me I’ll start feeling better anyyyy day now. Still waiting on that. While I wait, the last week has brought a NASTY side effect of pregnancy. One I’m lucky to say I’ve never had to deal with until now, but ohhhhh am I dealing with it now. Red, painful, cystic acne all over my face. Don’t tell me, oh I can’t even see it. It’s horrific. I wear pounds of make-up anytime I leave the house and I’m told there’s nothing I can do but wait it out. Lucky me. Hopefully only a few weeks of this left, they say it should ease with the nausea, by week 16. Just another gift, courtesy of whacked out hormones. Isn’t pregnancy magical?!
13W+0D – Baby is the size of a peach
I know the politically correct thing to say is “I’ll be happy either way,” and part of me will. But Erik is SO terrified of having a girl. It was not easy to get Erik to the point where he was ready to try. I want him to enjoy every second of this with me. I’m scared that if the Dr. calls and says it’s a girl, he’ll think we’ve made a mistake. When I think of a girl, I think of me as a kid. Playing sports, rolling in the dirt, refusing to wear anything that even resembles a dress or is the color pink. But when Erik thinks girl, he thinks tutus and manicures. He’s afraid a girl won’t ride in the tractor with him and repair lawn mowers. And no matter how many times I tell him that a girl would love all of those things to because she’d love doing them with her dad, it doesn’t do anything to convince him.
So when the Dr. called today and told me the results of our DNA test were back, I didn’t put the phone on speaker, even though Erik was right next to me. She told me that every abnormality and defect they tested for came back low risk, i.e. HEALTHY BABY. Then she said, “do you want to know the gender?” I told her I did and she said, “alright, male. Any other questions I can answer for you today?” I was smiling so hard I’m certain she heard it through the phone as I replied, “no thank you, that’s perfect.” And it is… so perfect.
Once we found out, I couldn’t keep it a secret. I made my chalkboard and covered the bottom half in wrapping paper, half baby boy paper and half baby girl paper. I go to lots of baby showers, so I had both. Since the family is far away, I called them on FaceTime and we got to ripping!
12W+0D – Baby is the size of a plum
I don’t think my child will have a peanut allergy. If it weren’t for peanut butter, I think I would starve. On the other hand, I think I may be at risk for scurvy. I can’t remember the last time I ate a vegetable. I do know that it has been in the weeks, not days. Oops. My midwife tells me that baby is still being fed by the yolk sac for a little longer, so it’s not like I’m keeping baby from getting nutrients and vitamins. But I should probably find a way to start getting them myself, because scurvy doesn’t seem like fun.
I hate sweet foods and some of my usual favorite things, like gummy bears, fruit snacks, and basically all candy. I like sour things, like lemonade and frozen lemon popsicles. Anything that even looks like a tomato gives me heartburn and the smell of cooked eggs makes me GAG. Not the best for someone who raises chickens for eggs, huh?
11W+0D – Baby is the size of a lime
I took my first weekly progress photo today. It looks like I have a baby belly. I don’t. I’m just so bloated every time I eat. Then every morning when I wake up, my belly is flat again. The Diclegis is working and it’s letting me eat a little, but I still hate most food. We took Erik’s mom out for her birthday breakfast this morning, so before I took this picture, I had eaten scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries. And it shows.
10W+0D – Baby is the size of a prune