So its been like 2 weeks since we found out I, in fact don’t have pcos , but am pregnant. Good thing too cause by now I for sure would think I have a tumor or something. This baby is getting huge! Over the next couple of weeks I will have my next ultrasound and hopefully get a more accurate due date, meet my actual baby Dr (the one I requested, yay!!) and have a follow up with my regular Dr. I have to say that between this baby and last I have forgotten a lot of things about being prego and the such. But oh they are all coming back now. Like the 5000 Dr.s appointments, all the blood being taken, the kicks in the bladder, and the exciting thought of, I cant wait to meet this little one. This pregnancy has so far been a lot like the first, mostly I’m just noticing this are happening sooner. Well at least they feel like they are, finding out at 18+ weeks makes it all feel faster ha!
There are some things that are different though. Like those weird muscle spasm things that I only remember happening after Chevelle was born are happening now. Like the kind that don’t hurt but take you by surprise when you bend forward and take a deep breath. And holy crap! they are strong this time, I scared the crap outa myself, it felt like the baby was trying to escape. I have no idea if there is a certain name for them, I’ll have to ask at one of my 5000 appointments. I’m assuming its my stomach muscles yelling, Hey! way to not strengthen us like ever in your life. We’re to tired for this….. (mental note, find belly support band)
Another thing that’s different is my belly. With Chevelle my belly was so cute, huge, round and perfect…… well minus it looking like wolverine was trying to escape from within. And this time… well its more tired looking, more of an oblong then a circle…. kinda like a weird water balloon. So not only is the shape weird, but I carry a lot more weight there then the first time (yet without weighing any more… I don’t get it), so when I do wear my supportive maternity pants it looks like I’m either ready to pop or half way done, with 8 on the way.
Boys for this one, do whatever the equivalent of covering your ears is…. The first time around as I gained weight in my chest I thought, awesome! These look even better! This time, well I guess they’re a little tired …. but at least Ian doesn’t care which direction they grow…… That’s what push-ups are for anyway.
Well, I know this won’t be everyone’s story of their second but that what makes us so cool. We can go though the same things and yet have completely different experiences. Some of us love being pregnant while others… well not so much. Some can’t wait to meet our next little one, and others….. while we’re excited, we’re also slightly terrified. I think that it’s important for us to share our stories, and to be a little vulnerable. For too long I think women and men have felt like they have to only share what they think is considered perfect, and what they think is social norm. And that is just feeding into the pinterest perfect life illusion that is social media. And while I love a great matchy matchy party with a lot of thought and detail, I also like real life, with its mess and all.
-jasmine
p.s. I know there is probably a TON of mistakes in this post…. it’s entirely past my bed time.
Jasmine Jean 