We’ve been slowly trickling out the news since April, but I’m so so so excited to widely share that Casey and I are expecting Baby Schario in December 2020.
We are so so so excited. I thought I’d take this 15 week mark to share a bit about what it’s been like so far, how I’ve been feeling, and keep track of the memories I want to keep track of.
I first took a pregnancy test that wasn’t clearly a no on Wednesday, April 15, but it also wasn’t a yes. I had taken pregnancy tests before, and they were pretty obviously no’s, but this one just looked slightly off. I showed it to C who thought I was nuts and said it looked like a no. The next day, my stomach started hurting, and I figured it was cramping, so no big deal.
When on Sunday, I still hadn’t gotten my period, I figured I’d take another pregnancy test. This time, the results were pretty quickly positive. I didn’t believe it, so I took another. And another. By the third, I was out of pee and in shock. I went downstairs and told Casey I needed him to go to the store to buy another test. Because of the state of the world (COVID, after all), we order a Shipt grocery order of anything just to hit the free delivery minimum ($35) for that evening. He describes me here as “freaking out”, but that’s not how I remember it.
And so, at barely 4 weeks pregnant, we found out that we were going to be parents.
The first trimester was not that kind to me. Almost as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I was sick. I was nauseous ALL of the time. I didn’t want to eat. The only thing that brought me comfort was ICE COLD water. Bland foods, ginger, teas- nothing helped. I would eat something because I’d get hungry, get sick from it, then feel terrible. “My stomach hurts” was a nightly phrase poor Casey had to just hear over and over. When heartburn started, I just vaccilated between heartburn and nausea, and I’m not sure which was worse. I napped most afternoons. All in all, I lost 5 lbs over the first 12 weeks.
With COVID going on, my doctor’s office suspended the “confirmation of pregnancy” appointments, in favor of only bringing pregnant women in at the 8 week mark. At the point, we did a heart beat check and ultrasound. I had been having dreams of multiples, so I was a bit relieved to find out we were having ONE baby.
I did notice that I lost interest in reading. From April through mid-June, I don’t think I red 10 pages total. Don’t ask me why, but I just didn’t want to read anything at all.
My doctor warned me that because of my previous size, I would probably start to show early since my body has to do less stretching. But, this picture is probably a food baby.
As I transitioned out of the first trimester, I definitely started to feel more human again. I still vomited pretty often, but I wasn’t nauseous. The heartburn got better.
My mood stabilization got way worse. I get sad. It’s hard to explain, but for no reason at all, I just get an overwhelmingly debilitating, life-sucking sadness that leaves me without the ability to anything but lie there and cry.
If you know I’m pregnant, maybe I’m starting to show. If you don’t know, then I probably look like I gained a couple of pounds. That being said, I am still below my pre-pregnancy weight. Current weight (at home): 139.5
Books I’ve read: Expecting Better by Emily Oster
Books I’ve ordered and am waiting for: All Joy and No Fun by Jennifer Senior
Books on my list:
- Nurture Shock by Ashley Bronson
- Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth
- You are your child’s first teacher by Rahima Dancy
- Secrets of the Baby Whisperer by Tracy Hogg
Gender-wise, we don’t want to know! I’ve long dreamed of the gender of our baby being a surprise, and I was able to convince Casey of it, so Baby Schario will be a “they” until they are born!
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Emilie is an Army Wife, Data Engineer, and CrossFitter with a love for working through her thoughts in this space on the internet. She lives with her husband Casey and their pup Bo in Savannah, GA.