I thought I would take minute during my lunch break to recap my first prenatal visit. As Tracy indicates on her blog, yes, I did have to ask her what day my first visit was on....oh well. What can I say? I do believe there is a strong correlation between being pregnant and losing your memory. haha....that's my excuse anyway.
So I had my first prenatal visit on March 9th. It was the usual routine.....pee in a cup, answer a gazillion questions about family history, and the lovely exam to check for cervical cancer. This is actually my second pregancy. My husband, Kevin, and I have a beautiful 3 year old daughter. Which brings me to a question.....why did I have to answer all those darn questions, don't they have my responses on file from my first pregnancy?? Oh well. Anyhow, the results from the visit were good, it's a healthy "normal" pregnancy. I had two minor infections that have since been cured (I think??) and my iron was low (borderline anemic) but OTHER than those few things, everything was great! haha. The official due date is October 9th. Although I am thinking around the 6th...... ;)
The biggest challenge I have had thus far in this pregnancy is dealing with the morning sickness and the rollercoaster of emotions. My fellow peers who have experienced multiple pregnancies were not kidding when they said that every pregnancy is different. Whoa! I am contemplating whether or not this will be our last!
This past Monday was probably the worst day of my first trimester. I was so physically and emotionally drained I actually had to leave work early. Along with the feeling of wanting to vomit 24/7, my emotions were just out of control. I came home, laid in bed and read some of my Harry Potter book, slept for about an hour, and woke up in an even worse state of mind. Kevin came home to console me and I just broke down. I think the whole "break down" was related to several things in my life, it was just magnified by all the extra hormones my body is producing. You might be wondering what the outcome was of this situation.....well I am here to tell you about it, that's enough right? jk. Thanks to my wonderful husband, he allowed me to vent everything and to just get it out. Who knew that venting could be such good medicine? Even the next day I felt 100 times better. (Still feeling nautious, but the emotional ride subsided.) What's even better about this experience is that now I know how low I can get and that I will survive. :) (THANK YOU KEVIN!!!)
My next doctor's appointment is this Wednesday, the 6th....right Tracy?? hehe! I will be sure to update everyone on the visit.
PS - this blog started on my lunch break, like 2 days ago....oops, what happened to the time??