Happy anniversary!

Hubby and I celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary (5th anniversary) by going out to dinner at Mario's. We didn't really have time to plan out anything fancy due to our schedules and what not. Still, had the best time. Anytime spent with my husband anywhere is worth everything.

A week ago I went for my first pelvic ultrasound to see how my baby's doing so far. According to the report, he/she is fine and all but I was diagnosed to have grade 1 low lying placenta. MY OB wasn't very concerned cus she told me that the placenta would usually rise up on its own as the pregnancy progresses. However, if it's still lying low on my 7th month, then I would definitely give birth through C-section. She advised me not to engage in strenuous activities and not to lift heavy objects. I was a bit worried about our upcoming beach trip since it would involve a 3 hour road trip (6 hours back and forth) so she prescribed Duvadilan as a first aid medicine just in case I have spotting.

So far my pregnancy discomforts have lessened although I still have vomiting episodes from time to time. I've learned though that eating frequent mini meals helped avoid those. Right now my biggest challenge would be SLEEPINESS at work! I dunno if it's just the hormones or what but I normally don't feel this way at work especially since I sleep for 9-10 hours/day. But now, it's just getting worse. I feel like I've been taking sleeping pills or something.

My tummy's getting bigger and rounder now and my hubby is getting more excited every week. We're both looking forward to seeing the baby on 3D/4D and to knowing its sex. Although my OB has a hunch that it might be a girl. Now I feel pressured to think of baby girl names. Oh well, just like what we've said before, doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl so long as it's a healthy baby.

Saving up for the date

Hubby and I went to my OB at Marikina Valley today for my check up. We asked for an estimate cost of normal delivery and she quoted 40k more or less which already includes all the PF's and small private room. Good thing we started saving up early. Hopefully we can get a discount from her hehehe...

Restraining Order

For the past couple of weeks I've been experiencing extreme constipation (i know, i really just had to say to word huh?). Pregnancy may be mostly to blame since I've had to quit drinking coffee (which really helped me in my daily rituals) and not to mention that my frequent acid attacks terrify me from drinking water since it heightens the discomfort. Well, just to spit out my first confession here, I have to admit that I used my persuading powers (plus sorrowful face and tears) on my husband to go get me a cup of coffee to help me get through my bathroom situation. Needless to say, I was able to relieve myself without much stress on my part.

Currently on my 2nd month (to be exact, 9 1/7 weeks according to my OB), I'm thinking of ways to invite the positive energy despite some of the storms rocking our boat now. One of those ways is obsessing over baby stuff and planning my child-to-be's (would you believe...) baptism. As early as now, I'm trying to gather some details on ideal church, venue, and other suppliers since Dan and I have decided to have our baby baptized as early as his/her first month. And wow, the planning can be quite exhilarating huh? I just can't wait to really get my hands on the actual planning and organizing. Wheeee!!

Yes, someone ought to put a restraining order on me. Cus even on the early pregnancy stage, I'm already itching to buy baby stuff -- crib, stroller, feeding bottles, clothers, the works! I'm not sure if this is how my shopping obsession has diverted me (though I nearly ran to Plains and Prints earlier when we were at the mall) but I just can't seem to wait to make sure that my baby has everything it will need. Hence, hubby told me that he should put a restraining order on me. Well, men will always be men on the subject of shopping *rolling eyes*.

Heartbeat!!

Dan and I went to my 2nd TVS last Saturday to hopefully see my baby's heartbeat. I was very anxious the whole time, what with the paranoia caused by all the negative pregnancy stories I read online. Good thing Dan was Off that day and he was able to accompany me.

So we went in and began the rather uncomfortable part of the procedure and soon enough, the Sonologist pointed at my baby and showed it to Dan. She said that according to its size, my baby was approximately 7 weeks and 5 days as of February 27. I thought to myself, 'ok good, it's growing its size..that's good news.' So I asked if the baby already has its heartbeat and when she said yes, I felt as if a big boulder was taken off my chest! Hayy, too much paranoia noh? She showed me the screen where my baby's flickering heart was beating at 185 bpm and I was just so overwhelmed.

I pushed my negative thoughts aside and I decided that I'm just gonna throw all my energy at taking care of myself and my baby. Though sometimes I feel bummed about all the zits popping everywhere, I feel fine (except for the acid attacks and vomit episodes). When we went to my in-laws yesterday, I just soaked myself with all the info and stories that my sisters-in-law could give me since they've all been through the pregnancy period. Now I'm really excited for the baby---knowing its sex, meeting him/her for the first time, buying baby stuff, and planning for the baptism (seriously!).

Paranoia

I already warned myself to not be overly obsessive but I still can't help but read posts and blogs about pregnancy. The latest one that I've read was about someone's baby who didn't grow past 7 weeks and had to be taken out. I know I'm not supposed to be paranoid and stressed and all but I can't help but feel protective over my baby.

Right now I'm debating with myself whether I should race to have the TVS that my OB recommended or wait it out til Saturday as I originally planned. I can't stand my nerves. Ugh! is this a part of it all???

First TVS

Dan and I went to my first ultrasound on Tuesday, February 9. Since I just got off work and was feeling very sleepy, I easily got irritated with the long wait and the unbelievably longer time it took for the hospital staff to accomodate everyone. Finally it was my turn to go and there it was, a small gestational sac about 4 weeks old. My OB said that based on my LMP, my pregnancy was about 5 1/2 weeks old but the diameter of the sac suggested that it was only about 4 weeks old. The Sonologist advised me to come back after 2 weeks but I decided to just go back after around 3-4 weeks.

The Sonologist printed my ultrasound and though it was nothing more than a picture of a black dot, Dan and I kept looking at it appreciatively and I kept holding my tummy telling my baby to hold on tight. Our friends congratulated us and our families were happy for another addition on both sides.

So here I am currently on my 6th week (I decided to go for my baby's age based on the ultrasound). Lately I've been feeling incredibly sleepy and I've been having weird cravings that immediately exit my mouth due to my acid attacks. Aside from that, I feel great and happy. Dan talks to my tummy as if it can already hear him and he now wishes for a baby girl. I don't really mind whether we get a boy or a girl so long as it's perfectly safe and healthy.

Now that we're expecting, our lives are slowly changing giving room to additional as well as adjustments in our plans. Dan and I have been very responsible and well-prepared for anything especially our finances and I'm glad that we are already mature to face this head on. Friends were teasing me that I don't have any choice now but to quit shoping but I told them that there's no need to quit; probably just cut down and think twice before obsessing over another bag. I'm just looking forward to a safe pregnancy, healthy baby, and honestly, baby-stuff shopping though my OB told me not to get too excited until I'm on my 7th or 8th month. I thank God for giving us this wonderful blessing and I'm praying that He would keep us safe and healthy all throughout.

Good Surprise

February 7, 2010

I started the day by going to my 4th day of driving session. Dan and I were a bit miffed that the previous instructor had made a big fuss about Dan coming with me to yesterday's session instead of just telling us point blank that he wasn't allowed to come. I met Dan after my 2-hour drive, reminded him that it's been a week since the day I should've gotten my period and that there were weird twitches in my tummy that was making me think I might be sick.

After much deliberation on which PT to get, I decided to just get a cheap one thinking that if it turned out negative, at least I didn't spend a lot of money just to get disappointed. So we drove home and though a part of my brain had AGAIN started hoping that 'this might be it', we both acted nonchalant about the entire thing. Though through the silence we knew that while we were silencing that part, it was actually just starting to scream louder and louder.

I decided to go through the test right away just to get over it and move on with our lives. One drop and one line had auspiciously began to form prominently while a second line was forming faintly. I noticed there weren't enough so I dropped some more and true enough, it was staring right back at me; 2 distinct lines telling me our good news.

I called Dan who was currently minding the car and I was debating with myself on whether I should keep it to myself first or tell him immediately. When he came up to our room, I pointed at the test results sitting on the table beside our TV and for a few seconds, he just stood there motionlessly while digesting this new information. Once he found himself breathing, he gave me a hug and I felt the goose bumps in his arms. Though we were praing for it, our blessing still came as a surprise to us.

My sister in law told us to see a doctor right away. I was all for it since a part of me was scared that the test may be bogus due to its relatively cheap price. The OB confirmed my pregnancy and told me that based on my LMP, I was 5 1/2 weeks on my way already. She advised me to go for a TVS though just to be sure that my baby was inside my uterus. This was because I told her of the twitches that I was feeling.