Sequal Time

Time for the next part of our little story.   

**Just a disclaimer: I am sooo grateful that we were able to get pregnant again. I know we're being sent another sweet miracle and we couldn't be happier or more excited. I just really don't love being pregnant like some women do. I prefer the part where there's a sweet new baby that you get to love on all day and night.

So my first pregnancy wasn't pleasant.  I was sick. A lot.  From week 10-28ish. I got two blood clots, went into early labor, yada yada, kinda scary.  Right off the bat this time I started feeling yucky, like 6 weeks in.  The memories of pregnancy all came rushing back to me with 24 hour nausea.  We went to Idaho after David took (and PASSED! YEEHAW FOR MY AMAZING HUBS!) his boards.  I was pretty miserable the whole time, wasn't a real fun trip for me.  The week we got back is when the pukes started.  I threw up a lot with Brigsy, but holy cow, this time was worse.  I threw up daily, multiple times, for five months.  I couldn't go to the grocery store or any store really.  Couldn't cook, let alone look at food or talk about it, but I had to eat every hr or I was heaving.  I ate baked potatoes plain, like eatin an apple, white bread (no I'm not prejudiced against wheat), and I could only drink milk, literally.  Water came right back up. Yes, weird, I know.  Not even kiddin, it's what I ate for 4 months.  I had to wear dental masks to change Brigston's diapers.  I had pretty close to every unpleasant side effect of pregnancy you can get according to my dr, but for the sake of not embarrassing myself, I won't talk about them.  I gagged at everything again--gross house colors, a person's voice, perfume, watching people eat, PDA, baby slobber, burps.  It was ridiculous.  I won't even admit the coctail of meds I take everyday to help me not be quite so sick. 

At 8 wks, we made a trip to the ER.  I almost passed out from pelvic pain.  It was scary.  David gave me a blessing as we waited to see a doc, and I said a prayer making a deal that I would do all I could to be a better person if our baby could just be okay.  The pain subsided in the next 30 mins.  The ultrasound showed baby to be fine, there was a subchorionic hemorrhage, but it was away from the babe.  Deal on!

I'm embarrassed to admit that I cried a lot.  Like everyday.  I'd ask myself if I could really do it, say a prayer, and then feel sorry for myself a bit.  I felt like a terrible mom.  We watched too many movies and a lot of youtube so I could lay down, and Brig would go to trash cans pretending to puke because he saw me do it so much.  We never went anywhere outside of church or to the dr.  The poor kid had to have been bored outta his mind!  Oh how I wished we lived closer to my fam so someone could give Brigsy some better attention!  But, it gave me more time to work on me.  While Brig napped, I'd read my scriptures, the Ensign, looked around on LDS.org. I read the Book of Mormon and started over again.  I grew spiritually, and stayed somewhat sane emotionally.  I like to think it's made me a better person so I feel like I'm keeping up my deal because Heavenly Father kept His!  So, for that aspect, I've loved this pregnancy.  It's helped make me better. 

Onto some more good stuff.  Now that I'm doing better (I only puke every now and then. Still have nausea daily, but not so much pukes. YAY), I can see all the good stuff about those horrid months.  I live by some pretty great people!  A friend would check on me weekly.  She also has horrible pregnancies, so she'd sympathize with me, help me see it could be worse, and make me laugh.  She brought ginger ale, potatoes, and she even showed up to take Brig on a walk with her and her lil girl.  Another friend who was also pregnant and not feeling the greatest would send frozen meals over for David and Brig so I wouldn't stress about them getting food because I couldn't cook.  Heavenly Father was giving me these boosts from people to help me survive!  Tender mercies!  My mama, sissy, and auntie were also able to fly out in Sept to visit and help, and it was a heavensend to have them.  Kind of a crappy vaca for them, as they cooked, helped me clean, and played with Brig the whole time while my head was in the trash can.  But I will be forever thankful for that visit, I needed it, and it helped recharge me. 

So the countdown's on.  Baby girl will be gracing us with her presence in just 2 months.  We're so excited, and while I'm nervous to tackle a girl, I can't wait to meet our lil munchkin. I'm excited that she'll have a big brother to protect her and be her bud. I'm excited to have have a Daddy's lil girl. I'm excited to have a forever bestie, because I know that's how I am with my mama.  I would never have imagined a year ago that this is where we'd be.  But I'm a firm believer that the Lord has a plan for all of us, we just have to trust Him.  Even if it means being sick for 9 months. (BLAAA) I told David we may only be having 2 kids.  If there's more that need to join our family, I better have some sort of serious preggie amnesia hit me so I'll forget what pregnancy's like for me. I try to remember IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE.  Much much worse.  With all my complaining, I'm thankful that I have a healthy family and a healthy baby growing.