Well, I finally figured out why I’m cranky, tired and slightly nauseous.
The timing couldn’t be more perfect; a few months ago I started taking herbs to try and get my cycle to return so that we could start trying for #2. I thought I was gearing up to ovulate, but then nothing. I figured my cycle would return eventually, but I was hoping for sooner rather than later.
Out of the blue (well, at least I thought it was out of the blue) George said, “Go take a pregnancy test.” I fought him for two weeks — “Do you have any idea how rare it is for a woman to actually ovulate the first cycle? And on top of that, over 90% of women have an anovulatory cycle first. When I have one, I’ll start charting.”
Finally I took a pregnancy test, and there it was, proof beyond a doubt, two lines.
First midwife appointment scheduled for next weekend, hopefully we’ll hear the baby’s heartbeat and get an idea of how far along I am (another reason why I’m a little upset that I wasn’t charting — I hate being at the mercy of their numbers/sonograms to determine how far along they think I am).
When we tell Georgie to “smooch the baby” he blows raspberries on my stomach. And if you ask him, “Is the baby a boy or a girl?” He immediately answers “Girl.” No questions asked.
I remember when my mom was pregnant with my younger sister, and she asked me if I wanted to come feel the baby kick. I said “No.” I was four years old and not interested in having my position as Only Child usurped in any way. I remember getting yelled at because I didn’t want to feel the baby… it’s funny what you remember.