The joy of the first trimester. It's an odd conundrum, because on one hand, I hate feeling so lousy all the time. On the other hand, I'm thrilled to be pregnant, and these symptoms assure me that all is going well with Baby CL. It's a quandry.
This pregnancy has been so totally different from my pregnancy with Hank. I felt mostly great in my first trimester back then, aside from crippling exhaustion. This time, I don't go to bed any earlier than usual, but I feel rank all.the.time. It's hard for me to concentrate at work because of the omnipresent burning nausea. It's gross.
But I persevere. Finally, my first visit to the ob/gyn is approaching. On Monday, I go in for what my practice terms a "viability ultrasound." I bit scary sounding, no? Because the implication is that there is a possibility that the pregnancy is not "viable." I know they don't mean anything malicious by it; they simply mean that it's possible that the pregnancy has not progressed, meaning that the baby has died. This "missed miscarriage" is pretty much my worst nightmare, but can one do? Just pray.
This time I've already been doing lots of childbirth preparation reading. Last time, I pretty much did nothing :) I was just so scared, and figured I'd tough it out as long as I could. Mike and I did take the hospital childbirth preparation course, but that didn't really provide much aside from an understanding of the hospital's facilities and policies. Not that that isn't important, but it did not provide any assistance by way of natural pain management.
So, this time, I shall post on the following:
My childbirth experience with Hank. Oh, I bet you can't wait for this one, right? :) Some book reviews of the books I've read. My philosophy on childbirth. Why I choose hospital birth over home birth (but why I've come to understand the allure of home birth). How I hope for things to go this time, as compared to last time.
Should be interesting stuff.