The Simple Life: We're on our way to 2 under 2...

Yup, I'm pregnant! Jacob is going to be a big brother! I'm 8 weeks today, and due July 27th. Just a little over two weeks from Jacob's birthday. It's such a blessing and a miracle! It was quite a journey to get to this point, but I'm so happy we're here. It actually only took us two cycles of trying to get PG. But it could have been very different. I had mentioned earlier in the year that I was having problems and that #2 may be more difficult to conceive, and it was. I'm just glad we didn't have to go to an IF specialist. However, this bean didn't start without problems. I knew exactly when I ovulated, but it was not 2 weeks from the first day of my last period. It was actually 37 days after. So I ovulated, and I did the 2-week-wait thinking nothing of it but hoping something would happen. I tried not to get my hopes up. The Saturday I found out, November 14th, I woke up and decided I would take a test. First thing I did, when Jacob woke me up, was take a test. I thought the line would be faint if I was PG, but there was a possibility there wouldn't be a line. Three minutes go by and I look at my dollar store test (yes, I buy these in bulk when we try) and there it is, a decent line. I was so happy...I cried. I couldn't believe it. I had to tell someone, but Jess was at work and I wanted to wait to tell my immediate family, so I told Jacob. It was during his breakfast that I was brainstorming how to tell Jess. And, of course, I went with the most obvious, something with I'm going to be a big brother. I printed out a little sign for Jacob to hold and I took a pic of him, when Jess got home I told I had to show him this awesome pic I took of Jacob (I always do this when i take pics), and there he saw the sign. He was so happy! And again, he said he knew it would happen quickly for us. Ahhh, I love him! So now it was up to me to decide when we would tell immediate family. I knew Thanksgiving would be perfect (just like we told them on Christmas with Jacob), but then if something were to happen between the time I knew and then, I would need support. We decided to have a dinner the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and tell everyone then, so I made a shirt for Jacob that said I'm going to be a big brother. During dinner time, I rolled Jacob up to the dinner table with his little shirt on. The closest person sitting next to him was my brother M, and after awhile, he finally asked something along the lines of, does this shirt have a theme? I was like huh? Theme? What? Uh, yeah. Finally, everyone started looking and reading it aloud and we received a small chorus of congratulations. However, my other brother's reaction was funny. After he read Jacob's shirt he said something like, did you get that shirt on super sale or something, why would you buy that for him if he's not a big brother?! Everyone was like, hello!

Anywho, like I mentioned earlier, this little bean started with a bit of a rocky start. I had my first OB appointment on November 30th. It was to be my intake appointment where they gather all my info about me, family history, yadda yadda. Well, because of my last period, they ordered an ultrasound to see the baby. At the appointment, according to my last period, I should have been 9 weeks. Well, I have the ultrasound and the doctor doesn't see anything, at all. She starts mentioning miscarriage stuff. Did i have cramps, bleeding? I tell her no. She thinks it might be ectopic. What?! I start to stress...bad. She orders blood work to check my HCG levels after the U/S, and then I'm free to go home. At this point, I think I'm having a miscarriage and I will have to prepare for surgery, even though I have no symptoms. I go home, and Jacob and I have lunch. My doctor calls and says my numbers are up and she wants another U/S done STAT by radiology (a thorough one). I have to go back ASAP. I wait for Jess to get off work (I couldn't go through anymore alone) and we head back. I drink my water and we do the U/S. I head up to the doctor's office so she can interpret the results. She pulls up my U/S and there in the middle of the screen is a little black sac. There's something there, it's in my uterus, and I'm probably only about 5 weeks! I cried. I was so relieved. A few days later I had another blood draw to test my HCG levels again, and they were high. More great news! Finally, last Monday, December 7th I had another U/S to see how the bean was doing, and low and behold, we saw the fetal pole, saw it's little hear flickering, and even heard the heart beat. It was beating at 154 BPM. We were so happy! The doctor also measured me and guessed that I was at 7 weeks, very close to the official dating U/S performed just a few days later. At the official dating U/S, December 11th, I was 7 weeks 4 days. So here I am today at 2 months pregnant, and it couldn't be more different than when I was PG with Jacob. I have morning sickness that comes on at night. And I have the best sense of smell. It's horrible! I can smell anything that is BAD. It's gross. For example, I can smell the trash from my kitchen when I'm in my living room. I've never been able to do that...ever. Other than that, I've been a little more tired and peeing like crazy, but I know it's worth it (and it won't last my entire PG).

First test from $ store...