Finally! The hotly anticipated (:dubious:) sequel to Ask the Chick Who’s One Month Pregnant!
So, here I am, finishing up Week 11. One quarter of the pregnancy is over, but the fun is just beginning. Some notes:
- We could see the heart beating at about 7.5 weeks, and even saw the little bugger do a couple of twitchy kick thingies on the last check-up, at about 9.5 weeks. That was pretty rad. Imagine a grey, fuzzy, roundish blob with a flickering smudge in the middle. Now picture that blob folding out and becoming more oblongish for a split second - like opening and closing your fist as fast as you can. See, doesn’t that sound positively magical?
By the way, I was surprised to discover that there are actually two ways to do an ultrasound on the uterus: externally through the abdomen as you see on the teevee, and internally through the vagina. Apparently, you get a much clearer, more accurate picture going the vaginal route.
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My physical symptoms have still been pretty minimal so far. My breast sensitivity is largely (though not entirely) gone. My nausea, which was never that bad, has been going away gradually, and I haven’t yet puked. I haven’t even gained weight - not even a half pound. Oddly, though, I look a little as if I have. You wouldn’t notice if you saw me with clothes on, but my husband says (and I agree) that it looks like I’ve put on 5 or 10 pounds. I normally have a poochy tummy, so I don’t look pregnant; just a little fat. If it weren’t for the ultrasounds (and the no-period thing), I still might not know I was pregnant. The one really bothersome issue is that I can’t poop like I used to, and fear I never will again. I had the most awesome poops. Sigh.
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When we got slammed with snow storms recently, I had a really strong craving for queso. Tried to eat other salty, spicy, or cheesy foods, and nothing satisfied me. It was bad enough that I trudged a couple of blocks through unplowed streets to get to the 7-11 (which was miraculously open!) to buy some. I had a huge bowlful of it with chips, and I guess that did the trick. I haven’t wanted it since.
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Someone in the last thread asked whether I’d feel uncomfortable watching movies like Rosemary’s Baby or Alien. I don’t at all, but I realized that what does bother me now is all the shows I love on Discovery Health, like “Born Without a Face” and “Mystery Diagnosis: The Baby With a Rare, Crippling, Incurable Disease”. They don’t panic me or anything, but I figure I probably don’t need to add to my “Man, I hope *that *doesn’t happen!” list.
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We’ve told one or two of our closest friends, but we’re not spreading the word for a while yet. I have some testing scheduled soon which will show indicators for a wide variety of defects and health issues, and I want to get that and any follow-up tests out of the way before we alert the media.
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Everyone says your boobs will get bigger.
They lie.
Now your turn. Any questions?