February 4, 2015 by Heather
I’ve had a handful of people tell me that they “can’t wait for the posts about this pregnancy!” To that I say, HA, what posts you crazy person? We’re four months into this and there hasn’t been a single one yet, so for all of you sitting out there waiting for the daily updates on my hemorrhoids and hormones, you may just want to go read the Parker pregnancy posts because I had way more time on my hands back then to bore you with all of the gory details.
Actually, on second thought, maybe don’t go read those because this pregnancy has been totally and completely different than the previous one.
Parker was a huge, giant, major surprise. And I hate when people say “dontcha know what causes that???” because yes, I do. It’s such an awkward thing to say to a person. Another awkward thing to say is that you are “trying” to get pregnant, which is why I like to phrase it as “praying” for a baby, although we all know there is a bit more than a wink and a prayer involved. I’m probably gonna get myself in trouble here, but let’s just keep rolling.
We started praying for a second baby in December of 2013. January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November…. ahh, November. The one month out of all of them that I had not convinced myself that I was experiencing pregnancy symptoms, and yet the only month that proved me wrong.
Parker happened fast, out of no where. I know this for a fact, and I’ll spare you the details. This time around — once we had finally talked ourselves into the idea of having another baby — was a real test of my patience and trust in the Lord. I have friends who struggle with infertility and reproductive issues, so I’d never say “Omg, it took us so long to get pregnant, we had trouble conceiving, etc,” because I have a child napping and an avocado-sized one in my belly, thanks be to God. But it did take a little bit — longer than we expected — and as usual God’s timing was not like ours, and I’m so grateful.
On November 14, two days after I should’ve started, I woke up to make the coffee and while it was brewing thought, what the heck, let’s just get this over with. The month before I had been exactly a week late but ended up starting. It had gotten my hopes up. I had two tests left in my stash, so I grabbed one and hovered over the toilet with it. I sat it on the counter and just like that, there it was. Heart racing, I squeezed my legs together and grabbed the other test. Two tests, both with two bold, blue lines. I dropped to my knees and turned the toilet seat into an altar, shaking and crying and praying. God was in control, and He had been all along. I brought Andrew his coffee that morning with a side of positive pregnancy tests.
I was sick everyday for a solid two months after that. So sick. It would come and go, and some weeks it was predictable, which helped. I never actually threw up except for once, but I was miserable. My mother-in-law kept saying “Aren’t you so happy to be feeling this way???” God bless her. Andrew was my champion, taking care of Parker and the house, making me ramen noodles, keeping it all together. We got the flu right after Christmas, which helped nothing. That Monday before New Year’s is forever etched in my brain. It was a doozy. The flu medicine took my morning sickness to a whole ‘nutha level. Everything came up. You get the picture.
Thankfully, the week I started school was also the first week of my second trimester, bringing relief from a lot of the crappy symptoms. I can’t help but imagine God sitting up there going, See? I told you I had this taken care of!
I never got nauseous the whole time I was pregnant with Parker. I remember wanting to be. My face broke out like CRAZY, and this time around it’s been fairly tame. There have even been a handful of seconds where I’ve felt glow-y. It usually turns out to be an overproduction of forehead oil, but I’ll take it. I started this pregnancy 20 pounds heavier than when I began the first one, but I like to attribute the extra weight to all of the knowledge and growth that has culminated in the past 2.5 years of figuring out motherhood. My eating habits have been a little different, especially in the beginning. I could not go to the grocery store for a while and had a really difficult time even opening the fridge, let alone cooking anything. That’s all better now, thank goodness. I can’t really do any big meals or I get an awful stomach ache, so I eat smaller meals more frequently. I’m trying to cut back on the dairy just for hormones’ sake, and I could eat my weight in sour candy.
Hannah found out exactly two weeks before I did that she’s pregnant too! And she knew for that whole two weeks and DIDN’T TELL ME because she knew we were wanting to be pregnant so badly. She finally blurted it out through tears two days before I found out that I was expecting as well. Ever the good sister, I told her immediately and didn’t wait two weeks. We had already been planning a sister date for the night of November 14, so it turned out to be a fun celebratory time, even though we were both exhausted all evening.
People tell me that I’m probably having a girl, based on how different things have been. “Oh, I bet you want a girl since you’ve already got a boy,” is another thing people really shouldn’t say. What I really want is another cat, but I get weird looks when I say that out loud. I would love to have another boy. It would certainly be easier, since we already have boy stuff. I would also love to have a girl, mainly just to see Andrew fix her hair. Either way, this mama will be overjoyed. And probably overwhelmed. What can you do.