Grant and I found out we were expecting our first child in late January of 2010. Ecstatic as we were, it was a little of a surprise. We always knew we wanted children and had been trying off and on for few years. At the particular time I was being treated for an infection with antibiotics and I made the silly mistake of forgetting that birth control pills and antibiotics do not mix well. Naturally, the end result was a bean in the belly.
The first trimester was horrible. Morning sickness has now been renamed "all day sickness," because for me that is what it was, and that is how long it lasted; all damn day. I lost weight during the first trimester, which was okay according to the doctor. I had a lot of weight (and still do) to spare. However, other than the sickness and extreme fatigue, I was healthy. I took my vitamins and drank my water and milk and all that jazz. Things were going smoothly.
At 20 weeks, we had our first ultrasound. Nervous and shaky we held hands as the tech waved her magic wand around the jelly that covered my belly. We watched with rapt fascination as she measured all the parts of our fetus' body. Head, arms, legs, belly. We "oohed" and "aaahed" as we watched the alien growing inside me moved its arms and legs around. We cried as we saw a heart fluttering away. Then we both said "Kaylee" when we were told "It's a girl." The second trimester was a good one for us.
We hit the 28 week mark and we found out that I had Gestational Diabetes. I tried hard to avoid it by eating right and exercising. Unfortunately, it seemed as though I did not do enough. I was given medication to take, not insulin thank goodness, but medication nonetheless. I was advised to poke my fingers four times daily to test blood sugar an hour after meals. I did all of this and was told that I probably would have a big baby.
I was miserable during the third trimester, but hey, what pregnant woman isn't? I had finally made it through, and the last few weeks were nerve wracking, and scary, and exciting all at the same time. I was given an induction date, if I hadn't gone into labor by September 21st on my own I would go into the hospital on September 22 to be induced as they didn't want her to get too horribly large.
Alas, despite all of the vacuuming, pizza eating, curb walking, and *ahem* special time with the husband, I did not go into labor on my own. I went into the hospital to be induced on the 22nd of September 2010 at 10 o'clock in the morning. We made our calls and told everyone to expect updates and we went for it. The labor and delivery is another story all together...
The first trimester was horrible. Morning sickness has now been renamed "all day sickness," because for me that is what it was, and that is how long it lasted; all damn day. I lost weight during the first trimester, which was okay according to the doctor. I had a lot of weight (and still do) to spare. However, other than the sickness and extreme fatigue, I was healthy. I took my vitamins and drank my water and milk and all that jazz. Things were going smoothly.
At 20 weeks, we had our first ultrasound. Nervous and shaky we held hands as the tech waved her magic wand around the jelly that covered my belly. We watched with rapt fascination as she measured all the parts of our fetus' body. Head, arms, legs, belly. We "oohed" and "aaahed" as we watched the alien growing inside me moved its arms and legs around. We cried as we saw a heart fluttering away. Then we both said "Kaylee" when we were told "It's a girl." The second trimester was a good one for us.
We hit the 28 week mark and we found out that I had Gestational Diabetes. I tried hard to avoid it by eating right and exercising. Unfortunately, it seemed as though I did not do enough. I was given medication to take, not insulin thank goodness, but medication nonetheless. I was advised to poke my fingers four times daily to test blood sugar an hour after meals. I did all of this and was told that I probably would have a big baby.
I was miserable during the third trimester, but hey, what pregnant woman isn't? I had finally made it through, and the last few weeks were nerve wracking, and scary, and exciting all at the same time. I was given an induction date, if I hadn't gone into labor by September 21st on my own I would go into the hospital on September 22 to be induced as they didn't want her to get too horribly large.
Alas, despite all of the vacuuming, pizza eating, curb walking, and *ahem* special time with the husband, I did not go into labor on my own. I went into the hospital to be induced on the 22nd of September 2010 at 10 o'clock in the morning. We made our calls and told everyone to expect updates and we went for it. The labor and delivery is another story all together...
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