I’ve known for two days now that I’m pregnant, and I’ve already experienced a myriad of emotions and worries. Last evening was particularly stressful as we went out to dinner and then watched a movie at the theatre. To put it bluntly: I didn’t enjoy it. I was worried about absolutely everything and just wanted to go back home and crawl into bed. I’m already so attached to this baby. My level of protectiveness is through the roof. I can now say for sure that I will be avoiding social situations for a long time!
It’s a painful contrast with my first pregnancy. I was so happy and unaware that anything could ever go wrong. We were out and about so often during those 9 months. We went a whole weekend to Luxembourg to celebrate. We went out and dined many times, went shopping, invited people over. Those fun pregnancy feelings are definitely gone forever. And I can tell you, it’s a good thing that the nursery is complete, because I’m not planning to go to the baby store anymore. When I’m far enough into this pregnancy, I will order some extra baby clothes online, and that’s it. Until this baby is born alive and healthy, I’m staying put in the safety of my home.
As far as symptoms are concerned: I definitely feel that something’s going on. I get random cramps and odd aches left and right. I’m bloated, I feel tired. And my daily walks are now paired with some mild shortness of breath. No particular sense of hunger (yet), but I do get dizzy sometimes. And I basically just want to curl up in bed and be cozy all the time. I try not to focus on how many more months we have to go, because it seems so far and unreachable.
So here I am. Excited and terrified, at 4 weeks!
Hello unflattering bloat! I missed you.
And here are Baby’s stats:
Interesting to note that thebump.com only considers it a ball of cells at this point while lilypie.com already depicts a more human-like shape. I also noticed that many of these internet gadgets don’t seem to agree on the exact day. One says 4 weeks 2 days, the other says 4 weeks 3 days. lol That’s the internet for you.
I don’t even care if it’s a boy or a girl. I just want this baby to live. Now, about the first prenatal appointment which I was going to be oh so nonchalant about as per my previous post … I gave in and called yesterday. I figured I didn’t want to risk them being fully booked and not being able to get my first ultrasound done precisely during week 8. I have to say, it was the most bizarre phone conversation ever. I had “midwife Sophie” on the line, and she seriously couldn’t care less. At first, she didn’t even want to book my appointment. She tried to push me off to my family doctor to first get my pregnancy confirmed with a blood test. Are you kidding me? I know I’m pregnant, you silly woman. Just book me already! After she tried to come up with an impressive list of reasons why we shouldn’t schedule my first ultrasound, she finally gave in and asked for my name and date of birth. Then she didn’t even flinch at my file and history and how important my checkups are. Finally, she booked me for December 2nd. Hallelujah.
So, four more weeks until we (hopefully) see our peanut live on screen with a nice flickering heartbeat. It’s going to feel like an eternity. And that’s only the very beginning. Gosh, what a long road ahead. So many things can still go wrong. Please let this all go well.