+/- 10 weeks, 2 days (?)
Obsessed with: Strawberry Frosted Pop-Tarts, avocado
Can’t face: Onions, broccoli
So, fun fact: I have a bulky uterus! My ass and thighs are bulky, and I’ve been told since I was about 12 that I have “child-bearing hips” (that’s PRECISELYwhat a 12 year old wants to hear) so hey! My uterus fits right in! Turns out that being told your uterus is bulky is a compliment. Who knew?
We went to the OB for the first time yesterday. I was somewhat surprised when I called in the beginning of July that they weren’t really in a rush to see me, but I’m told this is common.
Anyway, TJ got to see what a pelvic exam is like, and now understands why all women clench up at the mention of the word ‘speculum’. This is when we heard of my lovely bulky uterus, for the record. Best of all, we were able to hear the heartbeat using a Doppler monitor! TJ’s face was honestly priceless, and I wish I had thought to record the heartbeat and take a picture of his reaction.
Our NP thinks I’m probably not 10 weeks yet, though we were able to hear the heart so perhaps I’m on schedule. Still, I can’t help but think of her as my very own Punxsutawney Phil…telling me I might have to expect 12 more weeks of nausea. What’s a girl to do? Deal with it, that’s what. I have resorted to carrying large boxes of snacks in my bag in case of emergency. I’ve got snacks stashed in my desk at work. When I tell TJ I need to eat, the man springs into action. We are a finely-tuned ‘FEED MEGGIN AT ALL COSTS’ machine.
Remember those commercials with the deflated people? That’s how I’ve been feeling for 2 weeks and I think that’s been the hardest adjustment for me. I’m something of a task-master and I’ve been reluctant to accept that sometimes when I get home from work, I might only be able to do 1 load of laundry instead of the whole stack. I struggle with patience and allowing myself to be idle.
Next week: Ultrasound! We’re planning to make a public (read: FACEBOOK) announcement once we have the images from the doctor. I don’t yet think I’ve come to terms with the reality that there is a PERSON growing inside of me.