And so it starts again! Dec 3 we got the ever so faint second line on a pregnancy test which heralded the impending arrival of Noah’s sibling. It was so faint that I had to wake DH up and ask for his eyes to verify. Cautious as he was he concurred that he saw a second line but told me not to get excited until we see that for a few days straight. So, for the next week I went thru all the tests we had in our house (which was a surprisingly large amt, I guess I unknowingly collected a bunch) and they all said the same thing – pregnant!
This was our third and final round of Clomid (I told DH I was done, if this didn’t work we’d just have to wait until July to get on his insurance and see the RE again..) and I could have sworn our timing was way off so to say I was surprised when that second line appeared at 13dpo is an understatement. After the shock wore off it was replaced by excitement (and nausea…oh joy!).
Symptom wise things have been pretty easy. Some mild nausea here and there but nothing too bad. Sore bb’s, the likes of which I’ve never felt before – just breathing hurts on some days. The bloat started around week 4 and even at week 8/9 I look like I did at 12 with Noah.
Our first ultrasound showed a little bean at 7w3d on first look and the doc revised it to 7w5d by the end of the appt. Still a few days shy of the 8 weeks we thought we were but he said we were close enough to stick with the 8/6 due date. I think it was then that it finally hit me – we’re having another baby!
So far we’ve kept this a little quite, not nearly as quiet as when we had Noah (when no one but our parents knew before 13 weeks). DH let it slip to my gram on New Years which resulted in us telling the whole house full of people but that’s fine. Things have been going well and I wasn’t super worried (besides, it would be nice to have the support if we needed it later).
So, I can’t guarantee the blogging will increase with this new revelation but I will try to keep folks posted as we move along. It’s already so different with this one. Most days I forget I’m even pregnant (until I look down to see the bump). Perhaps it’s because I’m distracted by an almost 2 year old who’s fighting sleep and asserting his independence and is in non stop motion.