Next few days, I kept waiting for THAT dreadful morning sickness (which in my case, its ALL DAY sickness), but it hadn't made its appearance, YET. I felt small waves of nausea but nothing compared to what I experienced with my last child. Phew, what a relief!
September 18, 2012 - I had my first doctor's appointment. They confirmed the pregnancy again, for my medical records. They walked me through a serious of booklets and pamphlets, (Which I read, 1 year before with Matthew's pregnancy), gave me some prenatal vitamins and baby samples.
During the 3rd week of September, morning sickness begins to hit. Nevertheless, it's not bad at all. I get "sick" every morning and only some of the "evenings" but other than that I can eat throughout the day. (Why is this a big deal? because for all my other kids I ALWAYS ended up in the hospital with dehydration from not being able to eat AT ALL).
September 25, 2012 - 2nd appointment. Doctor cannot determine my due date, based on what I can recall she thinks it may be May 5, 2013 but its too uncertain. She instructs me to get an ultrasound to determine how far I am. She then puts the Doppler on my stomach and I hear my baby's heartbeat for the first time. It sounds like little ponies galloping, it makes me smile, my own heart skips a beat and I fall in love all over again. (Hearing the rhythm of the heartbeat of my children, has always been my favorite part of each of my pregnancies). She tells me "everything sounds and looks great" She prescribes Zofran just in case the morning sickness worsens. She apparently wants to make sure I am armored with medication ahead of time, since she is the same doctor that treated me the last time. I leave from the doctor's visit a happy camper.
Sure enough morning sickness does get worse in the next following days and weeks, but I can still handle this. I take an occasional pill if I REALLY need it, but in most cases I am good without the meds. I recall one particular day, I was sick all day, the next morning it hit me pretty hard again and when my husband heard me he felt pretty bad. Later that day, he sends me a txt photo of Matthew saying "hang in there mom, it's worth it, I love you." I remember looking at that picture of my son and thinking "Absolutely."
During this time, all those who know how sick I can get where checking up on me. In each case I told them, It's not too bad this time. I recall A LOT of the women at church would send me messages, txt me, or tell me they were praying that I would not have a repeat of my usual "all day sickness."
I did the same, i prayed everyday, please God don't allow THAT sickness to plague me this time. And it never did, not the way it typically did. I was so grateful for it. At times I would tell my baby "You are such a good baby." (I realize that doesn't make any sense why I would say that, and NO, I never meant that my other kids were bad). I just recall thinking that.
Soon I would get to meet him/her, my ultrasound was scheduled. Looking forward to it :)
I recall reading a friends FB post. "God's plans are greater than my plans." I was thankful that God knew what was best for me and my family, and while we did not plan this, things would be fine. Our newest addition was sure to bring us joy, laughter and chaos, just like the others. I realized God was under control (I've known this all along, but I guess we tend to forget way too often). I wanted nothing else than to be on His plan, after all it was already looking like a much better plan. I was looking forward to having 1 year apart twins (2 babies in a little over a year).
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