Bun in the oven. With child. Expecting. Knocked up. Preggo. Whatever you want to call it, we’re there, at that new, exciting stage in life. First the goods that everyone asks when they find out – due date, do you know what you’re having, how are you feeling.
The official due date is November 16, 2010. A pretty swell time to have a baby if I do say so myself. Many folk have informed me that having babies in November = awesomeness (year-round = awesomeness too but you know what I mean!) Reason being, you’re not super pregnant in the hottest summer months, for the freezing cold months you’re inside with your baby getting used to all the new parental ways of life, and then when it’s nice out, you’re bustin’ out the house ready to take new fun adventures with the new little babe. I’m kind of pumped, okay – really freakin’ pumped and you best believe I’ve already had images of myself pushing my little Kiwi around in her or his SUPER nice stroller, with Lily prancin’ along beside us, the sun beating down on us just nice enough to kiss us.
We don’t know what we’re having because it’s too early to find out, and we aren’t going to be finding out anyways. How many more surprises (like, SURPRISE (!!) surprises) do we have left in our lives? Not a whole shwack load, really. I want to go through labour and delivery and then hear “IT’S A …..!” I’m glad Kyle and I are both on the same page in this regard. Makes it easier. I can guarantee if he found out and I didn’t, I likely wouldn’t be able to resist forcing it out of him.
As for how I’ve been feeling, (NOTE: If you had a terrible, vomit-filled pregnancy, you may want to avert your eyes) aside from a tad bit of moodiness (nothing extreme… yet) and some nausea in the beginning, that moreso hit me in the evening when I was going to bed, I’ve been feeling great. I feel lively and I never really hit the I’M SO TIRED I AM GOING TO LIE DOWN RIGHT HERE IN THE ROAD AND NAP feeling. Which is crazy. I just assume that along with pregnancy comes all the symptoms, but I barely had any. I went through, and am still overcoming, some food issues. In the early weeks I could not even fathom eating chicken. Yuck yuck yuck. I had chicken two times this week, woop! All I really wanted was red meat, fruit and carbs. Which is funny, because prior to getting pregnant, those are the main foods I avoided. Well fruit not so much, but I was kind of on a, detox-my-body-from-sugar-and-carbs kick. That leads me to the title of this post and the reference to our baby as Kiwi. My first real, and I guess only, craving has been fruit. I had a dream about fruit salad and within two days I had gone out and spent $50 on fruit to make delicious fruit salads. Jenna helped me to decide that the baby’s nickname should be fruit related, and I thought that Kiwi is too precious to pass up.
The other thing I wanted to say (wow, can we say pregnancy blog? just you wait…) is that I have been having consistent memorable dreams every single night. Granted, I don’t remember them now and usually after a few minutes the memory is gone, but I wake up with VERY vivid details of what I went through during my REM sleep. Last night I can remember because it terrified me. I was trapped in an office with a youth who was threatening to throw a table at me and another person, and trying to kick us, and hitting my stomach. I remember putting my knees up and my arms around my belly, trying to protect my baby. Other dreams I’ve had since being pregnant are that I drank. Most of them were that I did a shot with some people and then immediately regretted it. TOTALLY bizarre as the thought of drinking would not even cross my mind.
So, I’m going to back up for y’all who are confused. I know, I too thought we were going to wait 4-5 years to start having children. However, when your IUD expells itself and does not alert you that it is no longer an effective method of pregnancy protection, you do not have much control in the matter. I had a copper IUD for about two years, and in the beginning I regularly checked for the strings to make sure it was in place. And it was. Since I’ve always had normal paps, I was advised that I really only had to go every two years, so I never had my IUD checked while it was in, as I never had any problems with it, or so I thought. Fast forward to the last week in February 2010. I was spotting a bit and since I am pretty on my game when it comes to knowing my body, I knew something wasn’t right. Something told me to check my IUD strings, and when I checked them, I could feel the plastic part of the IUD. It creeped me out and and I made Kyle google it. When the spotting didn’t let up after a day or two I was concerned, especially after the whole IUD debaucle. I immediately made an appointment to get a pap/have my IUD checked, which happened 10 days after that. When I went for my pap, she was quick to tell me that my IUD was falling out, and I was quick to have a mini freak attack because I think at that point I knew I was in the processing of cooking up a very cute little bun. But I denied it to myself, because why would that happen to me, I’ve always been obsessively careful! She took the IUD all the way out, did a pregnancy test, which was extremely nerve-wracking, and then it came up negative. I knew I wasn’t entirely clear because I wasn’t due for my period until a couple days after that. All weekend I waited, and any trace of blood (which was still spotting) I tried to convince myself it was It. It wasn’t. And it never came. And when I was four days late, we bought a pregnancy test and lo and behold, two bright lines! I cried, I smiled, I hugged Kyle.
It’s been an adventure and I still cannot believe I am carrying a baby the size of a peanut inside of my uterus, that I am nurturing it and providing it with what it needs until it’s ready to experience the other side of my world. I’ve had two appointments with my doctor, who is awesome might I add. I didn’t have a doctor so I had to scope one out, and I’m glad I found the one I did. At our last appointment, on Monday morning, I expressed that I was a little concerned about some spotting I was having as I wasn’t sure what was normal. As I wasn’t to go for an ultrasound for another 7-8 weeks, she said she would try to get me in for an early one just to make sure everything is okay, and ease my mind. Turns out that somebody must have cancelled, because I got in that afternoon. And what an experience it was to see our baby, at 12 weeks. You probably can’t really see in the picture, but you can make out a nose and mouth, and it blows my mind. Kiwi has a strong heartbeat of 169 bpm, which I’ve had people tell me “Oh it’s a girl for sure.” Only time will tell. Don’t try and force me to find out ‘cuz I ain’t convincable! If you want to guess and take bets I am all for facilitating that little game.
So I guess that’s been the last 2 months. What a ride, what a crazy, wild world indeed. We are so so extremely thrilled, stoked, so very excited to meet our little Kiwi in 7 months. Our families couldn’t be happier and everyone is beyond the moon, including us. What a wonderful surprise. And while not planned, Kiwi most DEFINITELY is NOT unwelcome and is ABSOLUTELY VERY anticipated!