A Conception Story: Chapter 5, Pregnancy

I'm not sure if it's because I was pumped with more hormones or maybe just because I'm older, but this pregnancy has been a bit harder than that with Rhett. For starters, my nasal cavity is continually clogged. I have blown my nose more times than I can even describe. Also, the dreams! Oh the dreams. For the first five or six weeks I would wake up with a dream that got crazier each night. (The two most memorable both contained me insisting something I was wearing was appropriate. I assure you, dear readers, this is most certainly NOT the case.) Unfortunately, I've had no dreams announcing the name of this fetus (sorry, but no Ms. Mullet this time).

And I've been unbelievably tired. I can't exercise because if I do, I'm so beat that I can't even take care of Rhett because I just fall asleep. I nap nearly every day and have 9 o'clock bedtimes. I experienced such tiredness with Rhett and it disappeared around 13 weeks. Here's to hoping! (Since writing this post I've passed the 13 week mark. I'm definitely still tired, but feeling better. I even ran twice with my sister when in Utah and exercised with Jillian Michaels at home on Wednesday! Too bad it's single-digit temperatures with unshoveled sidewalks here in Maryland otherwise I might try running with Rhett.)

Also, when I went off the pill, I gained about five pounds. Add these five to the couple that I've gained with this pregnancy I'm starting to be too big for my clothes. This is not what I wanted to happen at only three months. I feel gross and yucky and am already hating my body. The not being able to exercise has only made this worse.

Side note: Can I just say how excited I am to replace my entire wardrobe in about one year's time? Every time I put on any item in my current wardrobe, I just imagine trashing it because everything I own needs to be trashed. Chuck and I have been saving money to replace my wardrobe and it'll be like a mini-What-Not-to-Wear shopping spree.

I can't believe I'm going to have to be pregnant during summer. Do any of you know me during a Maryland summer? I'm miserable. And now a pregnant Maryland summer? I can't even imagine. I just picture myself sitting naked in the basement from May until I deliver. This picture may or may not include Chuck spritzing me with a spray bottle whilst feeding me a Skinny cow.

And what is it like to be pregnant after a miscarriage? I'm scared about everything. Even though I know that everything will likely be okay, I can't help but have a generally raised level of anxiety. Having doctor's appointments every one to two weeks didn't help this.

But really, all of these bad things don't matter. Chuck and I are going to have another baby. We couldn't be more thankful. In some ways, I learned a lot and in others, my doubts only increased. I can't say that I know why God gave me this challenge or why I was blessed to have it be such a relatively short one. But I can say that I am glad that it's over. Now, any boy names? I got nothing.

The End.