We heard our baby’s heartbeat today! Oh, yes, did I mention, we’re pregnant, and we made it to hear the baby’s heartbeat this time. We’re 11 weeks and 3 days.
I am super excited, but have been so sick for the past 7 weeks, and it’s only getting worse. It is funny because I tried so hard for 2 years to lose weight and couldn’t, but since I’ve been pregnant, I’ve lost 7 pounds. It’s terrible!
So, what has this pregnancy been like so far. Well, at 6 weeks, I couldn’t keep down water and I was having bad stomach problems, so Jeremy took me to the hospital. They put me on Zofran and that helped for a little while. I still felt terrible, but I at least wasn’t throwing up anymore. That lasted about 2 weeks.
Then, I started throwing up again, usually about 2 or 3 times a day. Always after a shower. Always after a BM. Always after I bathed my daughter. Then, at random other times throughout the day with no rhyme or reason. I always felt sicker from 4 p.m. until I fell asleep. I always felt sicker if I didn’t get a nap. I always felt sicker if I drank water.
Then, at 11 weeks, I started getting the worst pains in my right butt cheek! It hurts to walk, to stand up, to move. Now, is it because I’m dehydrated, or something else, we don’t know.
To make things even worse, right in the middle of this, my grandfather died.
Now, this is significant, because my grandmother died 3 years ago, while I was pregnant with Jade. Then, Sunday, I told my grandfather that I was pregnant, and on Monday he died. I am trying to look at this on the bright side, but it is hard, because I LOVE my grandfather so much. But, I tell myself, that my daughter was lucky enough to get my grandmother’s soul, and now my next baby is lucky enough to get my grandfather’s. It is a little comforting, but it doesn’t make me miss him any less. Of course, at the funeral, my aunt had to point out I was just so emotional because of all of the pregnancy hormones. Ugh!
It does make me smile that I told my grandfather I was pregnant on Sunday and he died the next day, but at his funeral, a couple of his closest companions knew (and I’m not showing at all yet and they hadn’t spoken to anyone else that would have known). That means, he was excited and told them in that one short day. My uncle told me he talked about how much he enjoyed our visit on Friday, too. That man was such a great man! He may have been grumpy. He may have been crass. He may have told the same stories over and over again, but he was kind and generous and loving. Don’t tell my dad, but he is a lot like my grandfather, even though he’ll never admit it
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So, here’s to hoping this baby continues to grow well and that I will get some relief soon!