I've come to the discovery that the second pregnancy is much different from the first. The second time around you find yourself too busy to sit and continually think about your pregnancy. There have been several occasions already in which I've forgotten how far along I am, something that Never would have happened with my first. I also can go three or four weeks before looking up how far developed the baby is.
So this morning we made it to our very first OB appointment for Baby Goodrich #2. As I'm sure most moms can understand, I was really, really nervous about this appointment. You hear so many horror stories. The one that scares me the most is when you find out your baby died a long time ago and your body didn't notice, continuing its progression. I could hardly imagine what it would feel like to hear that news and I hurt inside for anyone who ever has.
I went in with Matt and Big Brother, as nervous as ever, scared to hear what the ultrasound tech had to tell me. Luckily, she got right to the point. She put the cold goop on and said that it might be difficult to find the baby this early. Thankfully, this turned out not true for me. Within a few seconds we had a clear view of our tiny baby and it's rapidly beating heart. My own heart was full as I realized that all was well. Everything was okay.
Here is our new little one -
Not a whole lot to report. I've been super sick since getting home from our vacation, so it's kind of hard to tell what is a pregnancy symptom and what is just me feeling like crap for no reason. The only real thing I've noticed so far is that I am finishing my plate when I eat. I'm a small eater, barely picking at my food and handing the rest off to my husband to finish. It's kind of surprising when I find myself hungry enough to finish Both halves of a Chick-fil-A chicken salad sandwich.
Yesterday morning, before Matt and I jumped on our plane to head back home after a long vacation with our families, I took a pregnancy test. I've taken a lot of these since giving birth to Big Brother, but my hopes were dashed too many times for me to allow myself to get too excited this time. I had to take one though. My period was four days late. My periods haven't exactly been the most reliable as I've only had three since having Big Brother. I had made it a whole 18 months without a period, which was amazing by the way. This being so, my period being four days late wasn't a sure sign of anything. I watched the little strip and once again was disappointed as the second line appeared but the first one did not. I almost walked away right then, but the package says wait two minutes. Frustrated, but determined to follow the rules, I sat and waited. To my amazement, the tiniest, faintest line began to appear in slot number one. It was so faint you almost couldn't see it, but as my two minutes came and went, it darkened ever so slightly. The line was definitely there. I have yet to take tests number two, three, and so forth, but I'm pretty hopeful.
Just like with Big Brother, I'm equally scared and excited. Four weeks pregnant doesn't mean much. It takes at least 20 or so weeks before they can save a baby if something goes wrong. Honestly, it's hard to get truly excited, with no reservations, until the baby has been handed to you, eyes barely opening. I have hope though and I'm praying hard to be allowed to keep it. I won't be announcing anything until I'm about twelve weeks in, but I'm going to write here in my drafts so I can share with you my worries and my excitement each week until Baby Goodrich #2 arrives, which according to this calculator here, should be around November 29th, 2013.
Here we go again!
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