Man, we have had a crazy few weeks! Eric had two fellowship interviews in Nashville and Birmingham, so we found ourselves traveling more than half of the last two weeks. It was really fun, but REALLY exhausting, especially in the first trimester with a 2 year old.
Thankfully, outside of being super exhausted all the time, and having some "night sickness" (not throwing up or anything, just feeling nauseous and picky), I really have felt quite a bit better than my pregnancy with Samuel. I think. Maybe I'm just in denial, I don't know. Haha. I still can't stand the thought of hot coffee, which is a bummer.
I think the one funny thing about this pregnancy so far is how my cravings have been SO different than they were with Samuel. Before all I wanted to eat was pizza, ketchup, and anything tomato-based. This time, I'm all about the Mexican and Asian food. I seriously had Panda Express 2 or 3 times while we were in Nashville, and had Mexican 3/5 meals while in Birmingham. Everything else sounded gross.
The one unfortunate thing is that I've still been bleeding after I run. Thursday (two days ago), it was so bad I was sure I was miscarrying, but it faded pretty quickly (though I still have some even today). I've still been uber worried, so I have pretty much sworn off even light jogging until I hear that heartbeat again. It's kind of killing me. I'm SO active naturally and I feel like all I'm doing is sitting around and eating. But it's worth it if it means this baby is okay. 12 weeks cannot get here fast enough!
Anyway, I guess that's about all that's going on here in preggo-world. I keep spilling the beans despite my worries. I'm just ready for it to feel real, you know? I'm SO excited, but I hate this part of keeping it a secret and not being sure if everything is okay.
I know ultimately it isn't in my hands, though. All I can do is trust. <3
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
8 Weeks (tomorrow)!
So there is a 99% chance I will be way worse about blogging this pregnancy than I was with Samuel. Our only working computer is in the hot attic office and I have a 2 year old to manage now. So... yeah.
With that being said, Yay! We are almost to 8 weeks! At 7 weeks, baby is the size of a blueberry, and at 8 the size of a kidney bean, so that gives us a rough estimate of size anyway.
I've been so worried that something would go wrong this pregnancy (okay, let's be for real, I'm still a little paranoid) that I talked my doctor into giving me an early ultrasound this past week. To be fair, most of my friends that go to other practices get these routinely at 7-10 weeks, and I know for a fact that my insurance covers it.
SO, we got to go this past Tuesday at 7 weeks 2 days and see this sweet little pea's heart beating like crazy! (148 bpm!) It was already wiggling some and the little "amnio" thing that will become the placenta had already formed. It was amazing and I cried like a big nerd.
The best part was that Eric was able to meet me at the doctor's office and be there for it too. <3 My heart is so full!
Overall, things have been going pretty well this time around. I don't feel quite as bad nausea-wise as I did with Samuel, though I am incredibly tired. I've told Eric I pretty much feel like I'm operating at 50% all of the time.
I sleep 9-10 hours a night and sometimes take naps too.
I'm only working out 4 days a week or so (though I did run 7 1/2 SLOW miles this morning. It about killed me, but I think that counts for something!)
And I cry about the silliest things.
Oh, and TMI, but I'm also majorly constipated. THAT is the same as last time. Haha.
And pregnancy brain. Good grief, I'm forgetting everything. Like, sometimes I am in the middle of my sentence and forget what I'm saying.
I've also been way worse about spilling the beans. It was one thing when I was sitting at a desk all day, but now that I have things to do all day every day, sometimes it's easier to just explain why I'm a total zombie.
Cravings this time so far have included Moe's burritos (I NEED them) and ice cream.
I've also had a lots of crazy pregnancy dreams. The most memorable so far are:
1) When Amy Poehler tried to convince me I died for a "Truman Show" type TV show, then wanted me to star with Bill Cosby who started chasing me trying to give me rufees.
2) When an old man got mad at me at the gym for using "his" treadmill and retaliated by kidnapping Eric and demanding $50,000 in ransom money. I could only get $500 out of the ATM, but the police helped me rescue him.
I know there have been some other really wild ones, but those are the two that I still remember even though they were days/weeks ago.
Anyway, I'm praying things continue to go smoothly. I can't wait to tell Samuel he's going to be a big brother!!
With that being said, Yay! We are almost to 8 weeks! At 7 weeks, baby is the size of a blueberry, and at 8 the size of a kidney bean, so that gives us a rough estimate of size anyway.
I've been so worried that something would go wrong this pregnancy (okay, let's be for real, I'm still a little paranoid) that I talked my doctor into giving me an early ultrasound this past week. To be fair, most of my friends that go to other practices get these routinely at 7-10 weeks, and I know for a fact that my insurance covers it.
SO, we got to go this past Tuesday at 7 weeks 2 days and see this sweet little pea's heart beating like crazy! (148 bpm!) It was already wiggling some and the little "amnio" thing that will become the placenta had already formed. It was amazing and I cried like a big nerd.
The best part was that Eric was able to meet me at the doctor's office and be there for it too. <3 My heart is so full!
Overall, things have been going pretty well this time around. I don't feel quite as bad nausea-wise as I did with Samuel, though I am incredibly tired. I've told Eric I pretty much feel like I'm operating at 50% all of the time.
I sleep 9-10 hours a night and sometimes take naps too.
I'm only working out 4 days a week or so (though I did run 7 1/2 SLOW miles this morning. It about killed me, but I think that counts for something!)
And I cry about the silliest things.
Oh, and TMI, but I'm also majorly constipated. THAT is the same as last time. Haha.
And pregnancy brain. Good grief, I'm forgetting everything. Like, sometimes I am in the middle of my sentence and forget what I'm saying.
I've also been way worse about spilling the beans. It was one thing when I was sitting at a desk all day, but now that I have things to do all day every day, sometimes it's easier to just explain why I'm a total zombie.
Cravings this time so far have included Moe's burritos (I NEED them) and ice cream.
I've also had a lots of crazy pregnancy dreams. The most memorable so far are:
1) When Amy Poehler tried to convince me I died for a "Truman Show" type TV show, then wanted me to star with Bill Cosby who started chasing me trying to give me rufees.
2) When an old man got mad at me at the gym for using "his" treadmill and retaliated by kidnapping Eric and demanding $50,000 in ransom money. I could only get $500 out of the ATM, but the police helped me rescue him.
I know there have been some other really wild ones, but those are the two that I still remember even though they were days/weeks ago.
Anyway, I'm praying things continue to go smoothly. I can't wait to tell Samuel he's going to be a big brother!!
Monday, July 13, 2015
Yates Baby #2!
After 4 months, we finally got a positive test!! Assuming all goes well, baby Yates #2 should be making his or her arrival around March 20, 2016!!
I'm SO excited! And nervous. And worried. And excited again. It's crazy to think that we will have another teeny one that will be ours.
So here's this baby's story:
Eric's been working a ton. So we knew there wasn't going to be a ton of chances for us to... you know... make a baby each month. This time around I felt pretty sure we'd missed it since he'd been on call the weekend I was supposed to ovulate. (My cycles have been WAY predictable this time - 26 days - so I felt pretty sure about when the action needed to happen. haha). We got things in where we could, but didn't feel very hopeful. I figured at least I knew we could try again in a couple more weeks.
Samuel and I took off to Arkansas for a week and a half because, seriously, Eric's schedule is AWFUL right now (30 hrs. every 4th day and 12 hr days in between. 4 days off over 5 1/2 weeks. Ick). I had the tiniest bit of bleeding on Sunday (a week after I ovulated) and thought maybe it could be implantation bleeding, but decided it was probably just stress.
Thursday I started bleeding a little more and figured my cycle had just been short. I was stressed. And, since we've been trying, there had been more than one time when I had light bleeding for 2-3 days before I really got a definitive "no." So I was upset. I was at my parents' house. And trying not to cry or mope or feel too sorry for myself. It was not fun.
But at least I had a lot of distractions. We went to the zoo and to see friends and I had to fly alone with a 2 year old.
I was little nauseous off and on, but didn't think much of that since it was SO hot in Arkansas. Running was a little harder than normal too, but, once again, it was hot.
By the time we got back home Saturday night (after chasing Samuel through the airport and flying and taking him out to eat and bringing his whiny self in to bed at 11 pm), my bleeding was still ever-so-light. So, to reassure myself that I wasn't pregnant, I took a test. (I'm a bit of a pregnancy test junkie. I probably averaged 3/month even when I was absolutely NOT preggers).
Yup, you guessed it! The dollar store test showed a line that was pretty stinkin' clear, but I decided to take a digital one too just to confirm (and so Eric would be satisfied it was true. I knew he'd make me take another one). Yeah, pretty sure that was the longest 2 minutes of my life, standing in the bathroom waiting for that thing to officially say "Pregnant."
But it did, of course. :-)
It was kind of surreal. When we found out we were pregnant with Samuel, we both FREAKED out. I was shaking for like an hour. I kept looking and re-looking at the test.
This time I went in to our room, showed Eric, and we just hugged and snuggled and then watched an episode of Scrubs while intermittently making comments about our sweet new surprise. Then we said a little prayer for our new baby and our family and went to bed.
It's funny how this time already seems different. I'm still SUPER concerned about miscarriage (I feel like everyone I know lately has miscarried with #2), and I'm trying to keep my mouth shut. I'm still worried our baby could have something abnormal going on. Those things will always be there. But, I feel way more excited this time. I think it's because I have been through it now. I'm not as scared of labor. I know it's all worth it.
Plus I know, ultimately, this is all in God's hands. I'm reminded again of how little I really have to do with this whole process and how amazing it is that God knits us together in such an intricate way.
Anyway, my first OB appointment is July 29. I've already practically thrown my back out chasing Samuel around today (seriously, I'm having some major cramps on my right side. Yikes). I'm going to have to take it easy with him. And I'm watching extra kids the next couple of weeks, so that might be an adventure. Hopefully I'll be done with all that before the nausea and stuff hit at least.
Here's praying for a healthy, whole baby, and a smooth, easy pregnancy!
I'm SO excited! And nervous. And worried. And excited again. It's crazy to think that we will have another teeny one that will be ours.
So here's this baby's story:
Eric's been working a ton. So we knew there wasn't going to be a ton of chances for us to... you know... make a baby each month. This time around I felt pretty sure we'd missed it since he'd been on call the weekend I was supposed to ovulate. (My cycles have been WAY predictable this time - 26 days - so I felt pretty sure about when the action needed to happen. haha). We got things in where we could, but didn't feel very hopeful. I figured at least I knew we could try again in a couple more weeks.
Samuel and I took off to Arkansas for a week and a half because, seriously, Eric's schedule is AWFUL right now (30 hrs. every 4th day and 12 hr days in between. 4 days off over 5 1/2 weeks. Ick). I had the tiniest bit of bleeding on Sunday (a week after I ovulated) and thought maybe it could be implantation bleeding, but decided it was probably just stress.
Thursday I started bleeding a little more and figured my cycle had just been short. I was stressed. And, since we've been trying, there had been more than one time when I had light bleeding for 2-3 days before I really got a definitive "no." So I was upset. I was at my parents' house. And trying not to cry or mope or feel too sorry for myself. It was not fun.
But at least I had a lot of distractions. We went to the zoo and to see friends and I had to fly alone with a 2 year old.
I was little nauseous off and on, but didn't think much of that since it was SO hot in Arkansas. Running was a little harder than normal too, but, once again, it was hot.
By the time we got back home Saturday night (after chasing Samuel through the airport and flying and taking him out to eat and bringing his whiny self in to bed at 11 pm), my bleeding was still ever-so-light. So, to reassure myself that I wasn't pregnant, I took a test. (I'm a bit of a pregnancy test junkie. I probably averaged 3/month even when I was absolutely NOT preggers).
Yup, you guessed it! The dollar store test showed a line that was pretty stinkin' clear, but I decided to take a digital one too just to confirm (and so Eric would be satisfied it was true. I knew he'd make me take another one). Yeah, pretty sure that was the longest 2 minutes of my life, standing in the bathroom waiting for that thing to officially say "Pregnant."
But it did, of course. :-)
It was kind of surreal. When we found out we were pregnant with Samuel, we both FREAKED out. I was shaking for like an hour. I kept looking and re-looking at the test.
This time I went in to our room, showed Eric, and we just hugged and snuggled and then watched an episode of Scrubs while intermittently making comments about our sweet new surprise. Then we said a little prayer for our new baby and our family and went to bed.
It's funny how this time already seems different. I'm still SUPER concerned about miscarriage (I feel like everyone I know lately has miscarried with #2), and I'm trying to keep my mouth shut. I'm still worried our baby could have something abnormal going on. Those things will always be there. But, I feel way more excited this time. I think it's because I have been through it now. I'm not as scared of labor. I know it's all worth it.
Plus I know, ultimately, this is all in God's hands. I'm reminded again of how little I really have to do with this whole process and how amazing it is that God knits us together in such an intricate way.
Anyway, my first OB appointment is July 29. I've already practically thrown my back out chasing Samuel around today (seriously, I'm having some major cramps on my right side. Yikes). I'm going to have to take it easy with him. And I'm watching extra kids the next couple of weeks, so that might be an adventure. Hopefully I'll be done with all that before the nausea and stuff hit at least.
Here's praying for a healthy, whole baby, and a smooth, easy pregnancy!
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Another New Beginning
I really should probably wait to start this thing. It's not like I'm even pregnant yet. And there's always the chance that we might not be able to get pregnant, etc. etc. I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch.
But, in one way or another, we eventually plan to be a family of 4, and we are trying again, and that seems like reason enough to warrant a new blog for baby #2.
It's funny to me how I'm just as freaked out and anxious about getting pregnant this time around. I thought that since I'd been through it once, since I know that it's a long long process, since I already have one super active toddler to take care of, that I would be more patient and not think about it as much. Nope. Instead, I'm the crazy lady taking pregnancy tests every day.
It's so scary and exciting all at the same time. The actual pregnancy/giving birth part scares me less, but now there's so much else to consider. Will I be able to handle pregnancy AND Samuel? I know so many people who've miscarried the second time around - Will that be me? Will my labor & delivery be worse this time? Will I deal with PPA again? Will this baby be healthy and whole? Can I actually keep my mouth shut once I AM pregnant? There's a lot to consider there.
Plus, I know everyone says it happens, but it's hard to imagine loving another child as much as I love Samuel. Can my heart really handle it?
Really, though, I am so thrilled at the thought of having another little person to love, a sweet new baby to snuggle and raise and call our own. I love the idea of Samuel transitioning into a big brother, putting his bossiness to use. Haha.
It will be hard and I seriously worry about my ability to manage two kids 24/7 sometimes. But I know God's grace is sufficient, and I'm looking forward to seeing what he will do in the life of our sweet family. :-)
But, in one way or another, we eventually plan to be a family of 4, and we are trying again, and that seems like reason enough to warrant a new blog for baby #2.
It's funny to me how I'm just as freaked out and anxious about getting pregnant this time around. I thought that since I'd been through it once, since I know that it's a long long process, since I already have one super active toddler to take care of, that I would be more patient and not think about it as much. Nope. Instead, I'm the crazy lady taking pregnancy tests every day.
It's so scary and exciting all at the same time. The actual pregnancy/giving birth part scares me less, but now there's so much else to consider. Will I be able to handle pregnancy AND Samuel? I know so many people who've miscarried the second time around - Will that be me? Will my labor & delivery be worse this time? Will I deal with PPA again? Will this baby be healthy and whole? Can I actually keep my mouth shut once I AM pregnant? There's a lot to consider there.
Plus, I know everyone says it happens, but it's hard to imagine loving another child as much as I love Samuel. Can my heart really handle it?
Really, though, I am so thrilled at the thought of having another little person to love, a sweet new baby to snuggle and raise and call our own. I love the idea of Samuel transitioning into a big brother, putting his bossiness to use. Haha.
It will be hard and I seriously worry about my ability to manage two kids 24/7 sometimes. But I know God's grace is sufficient, and I'm looking forward to seeing what he will do in the life of our sweet family. :-)
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