***Let me first start by saying, this is going to be brutally honest so if you are looking for the rose colored glass version of pregnancy then this is definitely not your post!
Ahhh pregnancy.... if there was any feasible way to avoid your luxuries I would be the first in line. I will preface by saying that while my first pregnancy was certainly brutal at times this one takes the cake! After finding out at the end of June that we were expecting #2 I was elated and nervous all at the same time. So excited to meet this new little life and add a playmate to our sweet little family, but nervous because pregnancy and the early months of infancy were anything but kind to us the last go round. But none the less we were thrilled.
By 5 1/2 weeks pregnant though, I began to feel the unwelcome all day nausea accompanied by extreme fatigue. The kind of fatigue that comes with running a marathon (well who am I kidding, I've never done that but you catch my drift).
Just three days later I found myself vomiting morning, noon and night and praying that I could just survive the day. The weeks that followed we did not leave the house AT ALL and I cried for the better part of most of those days truly wishing I could just die. By the end of the 8th week I had dropped 8 pounds in one week and found myself severely dehydrated. One call to the OB and I was told to head on to the ER to receive fluids. I prayed that relief would come from the additional fluids but even after IV fluids and IV Zofran and Phenergren still NO RELIEF. I was so deflated I told Zak that if I survived this we would not be having any more biological children. I just could not do this again. It literally felt like being dropped in hell.
There truly is nothing else quite like it. And to make matters worse, trying to care for a toddler while you are vomiting is near to impossible. Many days Will would come put his arms around me while I was throwing up and say, "all done Momma all done." As if to say, please make it stop. If only son, if only.
Almost like a miracle though my symptoms began to subside after about a month and a half. I had fully anticipated the sickness to last til 14-16 weeks but the Lord in all his graciousness poured out his mercy and made the misery taper off at about 12 weeks! I believe the Lord knew that if He desired for us to add any more kiddos to this household the crazy train had better stop and fast!
I am so so thankful to be 18 weeks and feeling as good as could be expected for pregnancy. With the exception of afternoon heartburn and a bit more tired than usual I am as good as new! Those early weeks we were blessed beyond measure with all the support of family and friends bringing meals, watching Will and just loving on us as a family. We couldn't be more grateful! We find out tomorrow whether this little peanut is a boy or girl and I can hardly wait. I am quite confident it's a little Misses but we'll just have to wait and see! Here's to hoping the 2nd half of this pregnancy is uneventful!
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