It’s been almost two weeks since we found out we found out I’m pregnant. Since there are still about a million and one things that could still go wrong, we’re not exactly celebrating yet. I’m proceeding with cautious optimism until we go in for our first ultrasound and see a heartbeat (that’s in 8 days, not that I’m counting or anything.) I think Michael will probably continue with the cautious optimism phase until the baby’s born, maybe even after.
Even though we’re not celebrating yet, the pregnancy did feel VERY real last week. I. Was. Bloated. As. Heck. I’m not kidding around, you guys. For more than a week, it looked like I was six months pregnant with an entire deep-dish pizza. It was uncomfortable and awkward. None of my pants fit. It hurt to work out. Even moving around in bed at night got rough. I was eating all of 100 calories at a time because anything else made me feel like my abs were going to tear in half. Eventually I even had to lose the belly button ring because my gut was so full.
I whined to Michael here and there about it, but generally didn’t complain too much: I had pregnancy symptoms! Pregnancy, people! I did finally end up calling the nurse to find out if there was anything safe to take, because I would not have been able to handle eight more months of that. The nurse offered an over-the-counter stool softener (TMI, sorry!) that did the trick.
She also gave me the results of my third HCG and progesterone blood test. This explained a lot of the bloating, because my progesterone level is more like a third-trimester number than a first. Progesterone relaxes the muscles during pregnancy and my digestive muscles were REAL relaxed. The following numbers won’t mean much for those who aren’t crazy TTC people, but if you’re interested, here they are, from 12, 15 and 19 days post-ovulation.
Seeing these positive numbers gave us some reassurance that things are progressing along fine, so after a week of keeping the news to ourselves, we shared it with our parents, which was VERY fun. A few months ago I wrote about what it was like to share the infertility journey with our families, and both sides know what we’ve been dealing with. To be honest, they’ve been “dealing” with it too – My mom and dad are ready for more grandchildren, Michael’s parents are eager for their first, and his sisters are ready to have squishy babies around and be aunts for the first time.
Because of how cautious we’re trying to be with this pregnancy, we didn’t do any fun surprise announcements or anything like that. Infertility (and the ensuing pregnancy complications) rear their ugly heads even when you have something to celebrate like a pregnancy. Even still, it was very fun to share. My parents laughed for a minute straight because they were so excited, and Michael’s parents were overjoyed when we told them via Skype.
So as far as we know at this point, things are progressing along fine. Which is why it seems weird to me that now that the bloating’s gone down, I barely feel pregnant. I’m never nauseous, have no food aversions, am sleeping fine, etc. etc. etc.
The two minor things that are like little mini-reminders that something’s going on in there is that I’m aware of my boobs (they don’t hurt, they’re just like, “hey, we’re here”) and I’m tired a LOT. Like, considering-an-afternoon-nap-in-my-office exhausted, even on eight hours of sleep. After kayaking with some friends last weekend, I napped from 4 p.m. – 8 p.m. and then went straight to bed and slept another eight hours. Which isn’t surprising… If things are working as they’re supposed to, there’s a lot going on in there.