I love you, Spook, I just wish I wasn't so sick.
The last time I was pregnant was 14 years ago! Things are a lot different this time. With Chloe, I had morning sickness every morning and every night for all nine months. I remember throwing up A LOT. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I knew "she" was Chloe. I always just knew I was going to have a girl. We told my family on April 22 (my grandpa's birthday) that we were expecting and I was due December 7th. Chloe was a traditional pregnancy. I was young, I ate Big Macs, I broke out, I had horrific hair styles, and I started nesting 2 weeks before her due date. But I was never a good pregnant lady. I didn't want to be pregnant. I wanted Chloe to come out! I couldn't wait ... I begged my doctor to induce me at every check up. Of course she was 8 days late and they FINALLY induced me. Ahhh, she drove me crazy with excitement.
This time is much different. I am 35 ... not 21. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl and I don't have a strong feeling either way. And I am worried about EVERYTHING there is to worry about. Paranoid, nervous, anxious, concerned, and worried. I am still not a good pregnant lady. I am sick all the time but not in just the throwing up way. More in the "I'm too old for this" way. It's a little more painful this time around. And the 7-day cold I have is rrrreally annoying.
All that said and realizing this is probably the last time I will ever carry a child in my body, I am determined to enjoy this pregnancy. I am determined to avoid the fashion disasters I experienced 14 years ago (luckily I have Chloe to help me with this one) and I am going to limit my Big Mac intake. I am crossing my fingers that next week, at the end of my first trimester, I will miraculously start feeling better and get that pregnancy "glow". I am going to revel in the miracle that pregnancy is and not worry about rushing things along.
I never thought I'd be able to carry another baby. In fact, I was told my chances were about .01%. So this little miracle growing inside me, well, I am going to enjoy him/her. No matter what!
The last time I was pregnant was 14 years ago! Things are a lot different this time. With Chloe, I had morning sickness every morning and every night for all nine months. I remember throwing up A LOT. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I knew "she" was Chloe. I always just knew I was going to have a girl. We told my family on April 22 (my grandpa's birthday) that we were expecting and I was due December 7th. Chloe was a traditional pregnancy. I was young, I ate Big Macs, I broke out, I had horrific hair styles, and I started nesting 2 weeks before her due date. But I was never a good pregnant lady. I didn't want to be pregnant. I wanted Chloe to come out! I couldn't wait ... I begged my doctor to induce me at every check up. Of course she was 8 days late and they FINALLY induced me. Ahhh, she drove me crazy with excitement.
This time is much different. I am 35 ... not 21. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl and I don't have a strong feeling either way. And I am worried about EVERYTHING there is to worry about. Paranoid, nervous, anxious, concerned, and worried. I am still not a good pregnant lady. I am sick all the time but not in just the throwing up way. More in the "I'm too old for this" way. It's a little more painful this time around. And the 7-day cold I have is rrrreally annoying.
All that said and realizing this is probably the last time I will ever carry a child in my body, I am determined to enjoy this pregnancy. I am determined to avoid the fashion disasters I experienced 14 years ago (luckily I have Chloe to help me with this one) and I am going to limit my Big Mac intake. I am crossing my fingers that next week, at the end of my first trimester, I will miraculously start feeling better and get that pregnancy "glow". I am going to revel in the miracle that pregnancy is and not worry about rushing things along.
I never thought I'd be able to carry another baby. In fact, I was told my chances were about .01%. So this little miracle growing inside me, well, I am going to enjoy him/her. No matter what!
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