Still Truckin'

Monday, I'll be 19 weeks along. 19 weeks ?! I really can't believe that I get to type that. Wow. I'm in maternity pants now, I'm not sure anyone else can tell, but I can certainly tell that I'm pregnant when looking in the mirror. I'm still tired sometimes, but I have more energetic days than not. I am warm most of the time. Yesterday was chillier than it has been, I think the high was 45 degrees, and it felt wonderful to me. This is a big switch, as I am ALWAYS cold. I'm enjoying it immensely.

I'm eating as if I were gestating an elephant in there. Two breakfasts a day, one around 7, then other around 9. I'm still not feeling any movement, I hope it comes soon.

The pup is growing so fast! He has calmed down a bit, I don't feel that I have to watch his every move anymore. It is so funny though, sometimes at night, he'll get these bursts of energy, he'll grab a toy and just run circles around the house, upstairs, then downstairs. It is hilarious. When he is finished, he'll run down the stairs, into the den, and then leap (without slowing down one bit) onto the ottoman. Then he looks around, very pleased with himself. So cute! He still gets in biting moods, but the spray bottle seems to curtail it for the most part.

We take the pup to the vet tomorrow for his last set of shots, and I'm going to ask if she thinks he is old enough to make it through the night without having to use the bathroom. Cross your fingers that she says yes. I am so tired of getting up at 2 am. Husband has not been helpful at all. He did it once, and complained that it wasn't good for his sleeping pattern. Guess what? It isn't good for mine either, and I'm pregnant, for Pete's sake! But I just gave in on that one, and told him to enjoy it now, because when the baby gets here, he's going to have to pitch in. I'll make sure I wake him up every time I get up, if he doesn't. I love Husband very much, but he can really be irresponsible sometimes. However, he is very helpful on the weekends, by watching the pup so that I can take a 2 or 3 hour nap. That is worth a lot!

14 Weeks and still holding in there

Well, we made it past the 13th week. Today is 14. And the heart was there this morning, beating away, as if to say "What's all the fuss about? I'm doing my job here!". I'm relieved and a little more nervous about the quad screen now. I wouldn't really let myself think about it too much, as that would happen after week 13. And now week 13 is over, so I have to find something else to worry about. I go for the quad screen a week from today, hopefully to get the results by 2/23 or 2/26. I'm scheduled for the level II ultrasound on the 27th, and the amnio, if necessary, afterwards.

I'm still scared to tell anyone I'm pregnant. I'm scared to post this, because I'll have to look at it if something bad happens, just like I did for the other one. It was really weird, I got my hair colored and cut yesterday, and I told the colorist that I was pregnant, in case she needed to do something different. She was very congratulatory, and of course, asked if this was my first. I hesitated, but told her that no, this was my seond pregnancy, the first one didn't go well. I felt for her, you could tell she wanted to ask all of the questions that preggos usually want to hear, for instance, had I thought of names. I just told her that I was too nervous to get that far yet, and I hope to God that the screen and ultrasound will put my mind a little more at ease.

The great part is that we leave for Vegas a week from today! I'm looking forward to sleeping as long as I want to, and not having to get up to let the puppy out for a few days. I feel horrible about leaving the puppy in a kennel while he is so young, but I haven't really had a vacation in about two years, and I need it! I'm sure the pup will be fine.

Hello to Henry!

We have a furry addition to our family, a 5 pound, 8 week old Lab/German Shepherd mix. We got him from the Humane Society on Friday. He is just adorable, and rambunctious, and ferocious, just what we needed. I won't say there haven't been some tense times, I was so tired Saturday night, and we put him in his crate to go to bed. We put it in our bedroom, as we thought he might like to be included with everyone else in the same room. He put up the biggest fuss, making such a racket! We slid the crate into the spare bedroom, turned the light on very low, and shut the door. He whined and pitched a fit for about ten minutes, then finally shut up. I was so tired, it was a much bigger deal than it should have been. Luckily, Husband was able to take up my slack. Of course, any time I get tired or frustrated, I think, "Oh my God, am I going to be a terrible mother?" and so on. Additionally, I feel so guilty when I have to leave him, which is every day for 9 hours or so. The other dog is very hesitant around him, but has stopped snapping at him, and even allowed him to walk under her without any incident. I think things will be back to a routine in a week, I certainly hope so.
I went Sunday to visit my horse, and I left Husband and Henry alone. It was like leaving my baby for the first time, I kept wanting to call and check in! It was nice to get away for a bit though.
I received my Doppler on Friday, and tried to find the heartbeat that night, with no luck. I did not freak out though, as I've read countless accounts of this same experience. Saturday, I drank a lot of water so that I'd have a full bladder, moved the wand around and around, and suddenly, there was the woosh-woosh sound. The Doppler showed a rate of 165. It moved away after about 20 seconds, and I moved around for a while, and found it again, way high, just below and to the right of my belly button. This time it stayed there for a bit. It was so cool. Husband was in awe. I am theoretically at 12 weeks today; that doesn't mean anything to me, other than I'm getting closer to the time when things went bad for the last one. I sure hope I can be reassured by hearing the little woosh-woosh every day, particularly before the doctor's appointment, so I won't be completely ready to pass out before I go in. The pre-appointment anxiety is the worst!