My First 12 Weeks

Well, Baby Rivera #2 is well on his/her way. The first 12 weeks are over, and it has been a little rough. I first found out I was pregnant the beginning of November. I was invited out with some friends and was looking forward to going out and enjoying a few adult beverages that I have been avoiding for over a year (with being pregnant and then breastfeeding). I just happened to have a pregnancy test left over from the month before because I was late and thought I might be pregnant, but was not. I decided to take the test "just in case". I didn't want to go out, get toasty and then find out I was pregnant. Much to my surprise, I saw two little pink lines. David looked at it and said "whaaaaaaat?" And I said, "I know!". Needless to say I stayed in that evening. The next day, still in shock, I went and got another test. This time I opted for the digital one that actually spells out "pregnant" or "not pregnant". I guess I needed to see it in writing. :) A few short minutes later, there it was....."Pregnant".

I was still nursing Megan, and around this time I also began to become a little sick. I ended up having to stop nursing Megan, which made me sad. I went though a "I can't take care of Megan anymore" stage, which luckily I quickly snapped out of. I also made our first doctor's appointment which was on December 3rd. At this appointment, we confirmed what we already knew and got our first listen to Baby Rivera 2's little heart beat. The ultrasound picture we got looks like a Lima bean.

About a week before this appointment, I was starting to feel nauseous. I can't remember the first day that I actually threw up, but once it started, I did it daily. Sometimes I'd get a break and go a day, or even two, but I constantly felt sick to my stomach. I remember one day getting sick in the bathroom and having Megan laugh at me. Apparently she thought it was funny the noises I was making. Bless her little heart. I told David that there must be 2 or 3 babies in there making me this sick!

Two weeks after our first appointment, we went back again for the physical and a second ultrasound. In just two weeks, the ultrasound pic now looks like a baby, with two arms and two legs. These pictures are attached. This is Baby Rivera #2 at 10 weeks. And in two weeks, I dropped two pounds. Worlds worst diet.

The next two weeks were the hardest. We were starting to feel confident that the pregnancy was progressing well, and yet our families still did not know. (Well, I did tell Joanne.....and she checked in daily to see how I was feeling.) We didn't tell the rest of the families until Christmas. We told David's parents at the day before Christmas Eve, and the rest of his family on Christmas Eve. My family found out Christmas. I showed my mother the ultrasound picture as soon as I got in from the long drive from CT, right before I ran to the bathroom to get sick. :)

And Christmas morning was the last time I got sick for a while. I finally started to feel "okay" again, and thought the whole getting sick thing was behind me. But, it's back. New Year's Day brought me to by knees......literally, and I've been nauseous ever since. I'm sure it will pass, but it really does suck. I remember being sick with Megan, but not like this.

Another thing I have noticed is that I am starting to get bigger a lot earlier than I did with Megan. Probably because my uterus wasn't back to normal yet! :) My clothes are already starting not to fit, and yet I'm still not quite big enough for the maternity pants (although I have been wearing a pair here and there.) I really love being pregnant, but can't wait to get to the wearing cute clothes and feeling the baby part! This bloated, sick feeling is for the birds.

I'm looking forward to keeping this blog and being able to look back on my experiences with Megan. They say that each pregnancy is different, and already that had been confirmed.

Until next week.....love you all.