When I first found out I was pregnant, I just wanted to tell EVERYONE! It was way too much for me to handle silently, so I blogged about my experiences and kept them as drafts to post after it was safe to share the news! So, here’s a short trip down memory lane about my first trimester experiences.
How is any woman on EARTH supposed to keep this secret to herself? It’s literally messing with my head. My head is spinning with all of the things that will change between now and next January but I can’t say a thing.
I managed two workouts this week despite being pretty tired.
Tuesday – Taught 45 minute RPM
Friday – Taught 6o minute RPM
None yet, but my first prenatal appointment is on June 10th during our 6th week which feels like an eon from now. I just want to go and make sure everything is normal. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be feeling so the fact that I don’t feel anything except fatigue is weird.
OK I can do this. I can keep this a secret. I made it through the first week without telling anyone so I think I can do this again. Of course at lunch at work, the conversation turned into speculation as to who in the office was pregnant and all I wanted to do was tell my friends that I was too! sigh… Also, there are a lot of various apps you can download that will give you a week-by-week update about what your baby’s doing. This week, baby’s only the size of sesame seed. Teeny tiny.
Fatigue totally. I can’t tell if it’s really fatigue or just me going cold turkey off coffee, because that could certainly be it. Other than that, nothing else really. I did have diarrhea for a week straight which isn’t unusual for me because I always had that as a premenstrual symptom too. I did feel nauseous one morning but I think that was because I took my prenatal vitamin on an empty stomach. I sometimes get nauseous on an empty stomach easily pregnancy or no pregnancy, so that wasn’t too weird. Also, I can tell my boobs have expanded. I’m an A cup on a normal day so any change in that region is very noticeable to me.
Sunday – Went to BODYPUMP (for the first time in ages and OH I was sore)
Friday – Taught 6o minute RPM
Still none yet.
I feel so much more legitimately pregnant this week. I’m not sure why I feel like “6 weeks pregnant” feels more real than 4 or 5 weeks, but it does. Six weeks means I’m almost halfway through my first trimester! I’m still desperately trying to keep it a secret, but it’s much easier now that the newness and the excitement has worn off. Our plan is to tell my mom & dad, my sisters and my nephews on our family vacation to Disney World in a few weeks, and to tell my mother-in-law and sister-in-law when they’re here in August. (<—- that didn’t go according to plan, but more on that later!)
The diarrhea has finally subsided! YAY! I definitely think I have that superpower sense of smell because I could smell EVERYTHING this week. My coworker was eating microwaved asparagus and chicken breast at his desk near me the other day and it smelled horrible. I could also smell that a woman walking her dog near me had french vanilla creamer in her coffee. Earlier in the week, I was feeling really grateful not to have morning sickness. I was feeling a teeny tiny bit queasy in the mornings but as soon as I ate something I’m fine. I can tell when it’s time to eat, but as long as I eat at regular intervals, I was totally fine. I thought this was abnormal but it seems that it’s ok and no cause for alarm not to have morning sickness. I do think that if I missed a meal, I’d regret it, but that would happen when I’m not pregnant, so that’s nothing new.
Later in the week, I started feeling this vague, low-level queasiness all day long which is pretty bleh. No barfing, but everything looks and smells nauseating. I even ordered a pesto pasta dish one day for lunch which sounded good in my head, but I stared and poked at it until my coworker said, “You look like you really don’t want to eat that.” haha Fatigue is still at an all time-high. I had to take a nap after work before meeting friends out for a Rehearsal Dinner for a wedding Jeff is in because I would have definitely been that cranky, tired pregnant woman. Plus, nobody knows yet, so I’m trying to keep my symptoms at bay until we share the news.
None yet, although my cravings for cereal and bagels will probably have an effect on this more than the baby will. I wish I had an appetite for veggies or protein, but it’s totally repulsive.
Earlier in the week, all I wanted was all things hot, spicy and sour! I insisted on buffalo wings for dinner last Friday night, and I demanded Lebanese or Indian food on Sunday night. (We ended up with Indian from Masala Express in Lyon Park which was fantastic – Get the Lamb Roganjosh – or as Jeff calls it, the Lamb Josh Groban) Otherwise, all I want is lasagna, bagels, Pirate Booty, big glasses of ice cold water and fresh, cold fruit – oranges and peaches are my favorites really.
I’m really just doing what feels right on any given day. I’m trying to at the very least get 10,000 steps on my fitbit every day, even if I don’t work out, but that’s not always happening either. I hope this will improve once the fatigue lets up.
Sunday – Taught 9am 60 minute RPM class. Felt good! A member even came up to me after class and said it was much harder than other cycle classes she’s taken!
Wednesday – 60 minute Vinyasa yoga – Boy my hips are tight!
Friday – Taught 6am 60 minute RPM class, which also felt really good! Although, I was utterly exhausted the rest of the day, so I might dial it down a notch next time.
Finally! Finally! My first prenatal appointment! Jeff accompanied me to our first prenatal appointment on June 10th. The OB came recommended by my general practitioner, who’s office is right next door. Before the appointment, I wasn’t sure I was going to stick with this practice because they deliver at a hospital downtown which, even though is a very well respected hospital, is really, really out of the way for us. If I went into labor during rush hour, those 6.5 miles could literally take an hour due to HOV restrictions, DC traffic and various lane closures. There’s another very well respected hospital 1.1 miles away and all residential roads. Food for thought.
Anyway, since the appointment was pretty early in my pregnancy, all they did was take blood and urine samples and talk to us about genetic counseling. I never really gave it much thought, after all, even if the baby has any sort of chromosomal disorder, we still intend to love and care for the baby, no questions asked. The doctor suggested that even though that doesn’t affect our decision to continue the pregnancy, it’s better than to be surprised when the baby is born. She advised that things just go much more smoothly when the parents are aware of any potential issues and not totally caught off guard.
And even though we weren’t scheduled for one, they were able to squeeze us in for an ultrasound! Let me tell you, there is nothing more exciting than seeing and hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time. True to form, I teared up as soon as I saw the flutter (I totally wasn’t expecting to see it because it was so early), and then I couldn’t see the screen because my eyes were all blurry so I had to ask for a tissue just so I could keep watching. I was also fascinated that she was able to tell that I ovulated from my right ovary. Modern medical science is just fascinating.
In addition, they confirmed the baby’s due date of January 31, 2015. They said the baby was measuring 2 days younger, and they considered changing the due date to 2/2/15, but since it was so close, they stayed with 1/31/15. Looks like a Super Bowl baby!
I decided to take a break from CrossFit. Not that I don’t love it, I just do not feel like I’m in the mood for it. I’m queasy in the mornings when I usually WOD and by time I get home from work, I’m exhausted. I’m pretty much sleeping 10 hours a night (9pm – 7am) so it’s just not realistic at this time for me. In addition, since I’m still trying to keep it a secret, my CrossFit buddies will be able to tell when I’m not going balls-to-the-wall during the metcons. Even though everything I read says that your risk for miscarriage in an non-high risk pregnancy drops to under 5% after you see the heartbeat, there’s a significant part of me that doesn’t want to do anything too jarring until we’re safely out of the first trimester at the end of July. I’m more interested in yoga, spinning and BODYPUMP. I hope to return to CrossFit (scaled, of course) around August.
In addition, Jeff and I decided we’re going to start looking for a house! We love our cheap and small-ish urban apartment, but there’s no room for the two of us, a dog, 2 cats and a baby. We’d outgrow the space the instant the baby arrived home. (Heck, we’d probably outgrow the space as soon as we bought a crib and a stroller.) We have nowhere to put more furniture, so it would be a disaster waiting to happen. Plus, we want to set down roots and have a neighborhood where the baby can make friends and grow up.
It will be weird for the baby to be “from Virginia” when I’m “from Maryland” and Jeff is “from Illinois” but I guess that’s how these things go!