How far along, due date
I think I’m almost six weeks along (gestation). The baby would be due late December/early January. I’ve done a couple due date calc programs and talked to my midwife which gave some more specific dates, but considering that I was pretty late last time around, I think this time I am only comfortable with stating that vague reference. I’m a brat, I know.
How we are feeling emotionally
For me, “happily devastated” pretty much sums it up. Yes, I know that is an oxymoron. The range of emotions I’ve gone through in the past 24 hours fits nicely into happily devastated though. I’ve been excited. I’ve spent several hours crying. I’ve been scared about all the “what-ifs”. I’ve been a lot of things. Stephen on the other hand just says that he’s excited. Bean doesn’t really know what is going on, of course.
How I am feeling physically
Really great. Which is amazing and weird. Last time around I was already feeling exhausted about five days after conception (about 3 weeks gestation). I started feeling nauseaus at 4 weeks gestation. I found out I was pregnant at 6 weeks gestation. I got my first prescription at 7 weeks. This time around I’ve had a couple little bouts of nausea, but they are mostly resolved with having a little snack. I’ve also been able to take naps mid-day a couple times which I’ve never been able to do except when I was pregnant with Bean.
How we found out
If you read my pregancy blog from Bean, you know I’m a big fan of Toni Weschler’s Taking Charge of Your Fertility. I chart. This means that I take my basal body temperature every morning and make note of other fertility signs during each cycle. So I actually knew I was pregnant on April 22 when I saw a triphasic shift in my basal body temperature. However, I wasn’t really ready to accept this. Neither was Stephen. Stephen didn’t want me to take a test until May because that is when our new insurance kicks in. That was fine with me. Sort of. I mean of course I wanted to know! Anyway, yesterday I bought a test at Target and because inquiring minds wanted to know I used the test in the bathroom at Target, a la Juno. It was positive. And while I knew it was going to be positive. I was still in shock. I called Stephen. He said he was really busy and couldn’t talk about it. Note to men, not the thing to say to your wife in this situation. I spent the better half of the afternoon crying and well, in shock. Finally, Stephen came home and he was very excited and the day got better.
Was this planned?
I’m not sure how to answer this question. If you remember my posts right after I gave birth I was on sort of a post-homebirth high. Felt really strong and powerful and really wanted to do it again. That lasted about four months. Then we got some brief stomach bug and I was done with that idea. I went back and forth. I also went back and forth because I really, really have a heart for adoption. I’ve talked about it on this blog before. So in some ways knowing the need for adoptive parents around the world, it seems a little irresponsible to bring more children into this world. OK, that sounds wrong. But I think I get the point across. I really want to adopt and provide a loving home for a child that would otherwise not experience that. But all that is sort of irrelevant to the “was it planned” question, I guess. In any case we weren’t “trying,” but we weren’t “not trying” either. Honestly though I figured that since it took us so long (on hormones) with Bean, that the chances were pretty slim. I was wrong.
A brief note about communication
So some of you may be a little annoyed at finding out about this through the blog. Yesterday after finding out I tried to make some phone calls to the inner circle of friends and family. After hearing the fifth voicemail message I gave up. For one thing, I don’t really like talking on the phone. For another, I know that had I texted, tweeted, Facebooked, or e-mailed that I would have gotten an instant response. I then decided that I would just do it that way instead of making a bunch of phone calls that I didn’t really want to make in the first place. So if you are upset that you didn’t get to hear the news via phone call or face to face conversation, you can blame the five people that didn’t pick up their phones yesterday. Besides, Bean is a cuter messenger, don’t you think?