I am now nine weeks’ pregnant, and I went to the doctor for my first visit. I was so excited because I knew from the past with my two boys that I would be having my first ultrasound and would, hopefully, get to hear the heartbeat. When I got into the room my doctor checks me and says, “Oh, yes, you are definately pregnant. So very pregnant in fact we need to look to make sure it isn’t twins.”
My heart fell. I couldn’t even think about two babies at one time. I was excited and petrified at the same time. He had never told me this in my previous pregnancies. I should have thought this a possibility since my sister was pregnant with twin boys before. So I am even more anxiously waiting to find out what my ultrasound showed, ready to pass out at any given moment if I saw two babies or two heartbeats.
Once we finally got things underway he started the ultrasound. He checked all around and all I could think was thank goodness when he looked and said, “No, there is just one baby, and, so far, just a big baby measuring a whole week ahead.” Talk about near heart failure. Now with my heart finally slowing back down, I realized at that moment, Oh my goodness, that is my baby. He asked if I was ready to hear the heartbeat, and I was immediately telling him yes, absolutely, if I don’t hear it I’ll have a stroke at this point. Then there it was, fast and strong. Even after two other pregnancies, I was ready to burst hearing it. It was good to know my baby was growing and healthy. It just makes you believe everyone has a miracle in its own form.
Before I left my doctor’s office, he was asking me all the typical questions. I remember him asking me if I had started having any morning sickness. I told him no, not as of yet, I may get lucky and not get it this time. My first two pregnancies I would get sick only once in the morning, then I felt great, and would be fine the rest of the day.
However, if I thought I had gotten lucky, I was more wrong than I knew. The very next morning I was exhausted and so very sick to my stomach I couldn’t even raise my head off the pillow without a very quick following of “blowing some chunks.” This morning sickness (yeah, right), more like all-the- time sickness has been going on for a week or more now. I can’t keep anything down and have been willing to try anything just to be able to feel better. My nurse told me to try ginger ale and ginger snap cookies. I did and now realize that they are my best friend. They don’t make me any less sick, but at least they stay down. All I can think at the moment is, “I am never going to get through this and I still have seven-and-a-half months to go.” Just put me out of my misery now and get it over with, but I also know when I hold that baby in my arms it will all be worth it! Then one day all of this will feel like a distant memory, or at least that’s my bubble, so don’t burst it. Ha! Someone please tell me, though, before/during pregnancy, how come all men feel is the pleasure and we feel all the pain. Somehow this just doesn’t seem fair.