Once again my life became weeks. . .however this time the weeks were somewhat blurred. People would ask how many weeks I was and I would have to stop, think, count, even look at a calendar at times. I would joke that it was #2 syndrome already. With Jackson I would not only know the weeks, but also the days, and could easily respond 32 weeks 3 days!
This time around I felt different from the start. When I tell you I was tired, what I mean is I was exhausted!! Some nights I would go to bed at 7:00. Everyone poo pooed it saying, your chasing a toddler of course your more tired. However, as busy as Jackson is, he does a nice job entertaining himself. I could easily lay on the couch and interact with him while he played with all his toys. On top of being tired I would get nauseous, thankfully no actual sickness, but I would just feel like crap and have a complete disinterest in food. Poor Jared was stuck making all mealtime decisions, because I felt like nothing.
April came and at night after I ate I felt completely off, I explained this to Dr. Tripp and he said, every pregnancy is different and everything was fine. However, I knew it was something more, and pushed for the one-hour diabetes test. As with Jackson I failed, and moved on to the three-hour test, I wasn’t surprised when I failed that one. So there was another difference between this pregnancy and Jackson. . .I had gestational diabetes. So here I am pregnant. . no alcohol and now limited carbs!! I just kept telling myself that it could be worse!
I could feel the little one moving around inside around Feb 23 and was able to feel outside movement in April 19. Another difference is my placenta was in the front (in-between the baby and my belly) so they said it was possible that I would not feel as much outside movement. Well they were wrong, baby was active and I could feel it’s jabs and kicks on the inside and outside. Even with this pregnancy being so different, I loved being pregnant. Mainly because I feel like I have a buddy with me at all times! No matter how crappy my day was or how boring the meeting I am in is, the baby would move around and everything would be OK. This time around being pregnant was bitter sweet. . .sweet because we were being blessed with another little one, bitter because I knew it was my last! Last time feeling excited when I found out we were pregnant. Last time feeling the baby move for the first time. Last time having a 24-hour friend. Last time getting to guess. . .boy or girl? I loved being pregnant and will miss the feeling of this little one twisting and turning inside of me!!
Enjoy the photos. . .
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