I found out I was pregnant in late January, and since everyone asks, yes - it was planned. I use the term "planned" loosely, since anyone can have their own "family plan," and God can do what he wants regardless of that. So, I guess it would be more appropriate to say, "Yes, we had the desire to have another baby at this point in our lives." We are very excited, of course, but I'm pretty aware of the fact that football season, Halloween, Thanksgiving and possibly Christmas of '09 are all going to be a big blur as we head into the adventure of having a newborn and a barely walking (hopefully) toddler.
Since I had a great (or not-so-great) story about how I told Donald I was pregnant with Charley, this go around I wanted us to be together instead of me finding out and then botching up a fun plan. So, when I took the test, I sent Donald in the bathroom to get the results. He was in there for a little longer than it should have taken, and then he came out of the bathroom scratching his head (literally), and holding out the stick saying, "What does that mean??" He got my answer when my eyes popped out of my head at the sight of the "plus sign." Apparently I didn't send him in there with directions on what to look for.
So, my first doctor's appointment was February 2nd, and they did an ultrasound the next day to determine my due date since it was a mystery (it was slated September 24th). The first trimester was a little bit harder this go around. I had about three weeks of nausea around supper time and was good-graciously tired. However, everything cleared up around week 10, which was fabulous, and yes, I realize how wonderful my pregnancies have been compared to some women. To say that I only had three weeks of yuckness is definitely a blessing in my opinion.
I started feeling the baby move really early -- for sure at week 15, but had some questionable flutters at 14. Donald felt the baby move on the day I turned 20-weeks. This baby definitely has some moves and is much more active than I remember Charley being. You can already see my belly jumping sometimes!
I had my second ultrasound about a month ago, and as I posted earlier, everything looking great and we decided to not find out what IT is. I went again last week, and the doctor says I am measuring 26 weeks (and I'm only 22). Hmm. She gave me the "no sugar" shpeel that she gives everyone, so I'm really trying to do better. Really.
I still don't have a great pregnant-belly shot. I'm pretty sure I know why -- when I was pregnant with Charley a. I simply had more time on my hands and b. I was working, which means I actually looked nice most days of the week, where as now, I usually have my walking clothes on all day, and I'm lucky to get a shower. I told Donald the other day -- "next time I actually look somewhat presentable, remind me to take a pregnancy shot!". It hasn't happened yet. But, to give you an idea, I'm much bigger already than I was at this point with Charley. That's pretty typical with 2nd pregnancies...especially close-together ones. Let's just say that strangers felt comfortable asking me the typical pregnancy questions like, "when are you due?" at 14 weeks, and no one asked me that until I was like 24 weeks with Charley. Also, I got a full-fledged outtie around week 16 or 17, and that didn't happen until week 30 last time. Here is a picture of Charley and me at the beach -- you can kinda see the belly. She's sitting on it, which is actually very helpful!






