4 weeks, 0 days
Peter is a happy kid. You've seen the photos with the giant grins. He throws a mini-tantrum now and then but mostly wanders around with an enormous smile. Somehow knowing this has made it much harder to deal with the periodic (day and night) screaming fits we've endured for the past five days. Other times he teethed, he'd wake up wailing and unconsolable for an hour some night and a week later, a tooth or two would appear. This time, it just keeps going and going and the darn teeth still aren't through. His first screaming jag was at my parents' last Friday and it completely freaked them out. Saturday night, Sunday morning, and Monday night brought more of the same. He needs to nurse but he doesn't want to be held. He can't stand being near anyone but me (even his beloved bampa). He woke up every 45 minutes last night yelling "Mama! Mama!" in the angriest voice a 15 month old could possibly muster. Then to top it off, I woke up this morning hearing Dan retching ten feet away. Better yet, the alarm was going off an hour early and I had to unlatch Peter to turn it off, so all three of us were awake and unhappy. Dan spent the day convalescing on the couch while I tried to get Peter to nap. We'd lie down, he'd nurse for ten minutes, then he'd pop off and be happy for five minutes before rubbing his eyes and begging to nurse again. Negotiating a "nursing is fine but we have to nap too" agreement didn't get me too far. At some point he finally conked out for a couple hours and my sanity returned. Peter seemed a little cheerier after sleeping but was making Dan miserable with his antics, so we escaped to hang out with an auntie for the evening.
Oddly, I've felt fine and dandy ever since I took the test Sunday afternoon (knock on wood). I'm just glad somebody felt healthy in the house today or we'd really be in sorry shape. There's a little voice telling me that I ought to feel ickier, but two years isn't long enough to forget morning sickness and wish it upon myself. I got off easy--I felt pukey (but never puked) from about 4 1/2-8 weeks, then settled into exhaustion for a couple more months before waking up about halfway through the pregnancy and began nesting. Part of me wants to do everything possible before the Sleepy Fairy visits again and I stop accomplishing anything for weeks on end. I didn't cook AT ALL for a year during my "4 trimesters" with Peter and I doubt I'll be able to get away with that this time. The combination of not living over the nasty-mini-cigar lady and having Saving Dinner on my side really ought to help.
I think I've told everyone we know about the pregnancy except my parents. Dan thinks this is ridiculous and they're bound to find out, but I'm holding out hope. Mom and Dad, if you've found this blog and are quietly raging over the fact that the internet knows but I haven't told you, be patient--I've got big plans for Friday. Assuming that a certain package arrives in Thursday's mail. Otherwise, it may need to wait until the 4th, and that might be pushing my luck too far. I'm sure one of you lives nextdoor to my dad's former secretary's brother or something and it's old news already. If they know, that's fine. My mom's craziest reactions are the initial ones, and I'd rather hear what she has to say after it's rattled around her brain awhile first.
As the whole concept of being pregnant again sinks in, I keep coming up with more reasons to be excited and hopeful. I called one of our midwives on Sunday and asked her if she had plans for March. It was great being able to chat with her and make some initial plans (I probably don't need to go in for bloodwork and I'm supposed to call her back in a month to arrange a first appointment at 16 weeks--that's late September). Last time around we were torn over whether to have a homebirth until 18 weeks and then we didn't settle on our midwives until 20 weeks. Not even 4 weeks along and that decision was already made. I'm incredibly glad to be done with my desk job. Sitting at the computer during the only daylight hours and trying to care about my project when I either feel crappy or only want to be nesting sucks. Yes, I have Peter to chase after and he doesn't supply sick days, but I can nap in the afternoons and arrange our day based on how I'm feeling. Are we both crabby in the mornings? That might become stroller-ride time. Am I always exhausted at 5pm? Sounds like crockpotting is the way to go. I'm 7 pounds under my pre-Peter weight and wearing most of the same shorts, so I've got more room before I need to employ the rubber-band trick (I think that was necessary beginning at 6 weeks and I gave up by 12 or so.) I already have the correct season of maternity clothes, so I can justify getting a few nice things to fill in the gaps and don't have to start from scratch. I have a feeling I'll need more elastic-waisted stuff by the end of August. I remember wishing for an early cool fall because sweaters were the easiest thing to wear in the early second trimester. I wonder if nursing maternity dresses exist? I have big plans in the works for soakers and longies for this little one. I think I'll make both boyish and girly ones and sell the ones of the wrong sex once I find out. If I make longies between the newborn and small sizes, they should fit my likely-to-be-largish newborn long enough for warm weather to arrive. Then I'll need small soakers too--I didn't use wool with Peter until he was in mediums. I'll wait to buy more diapers until Jeanette's baby outgrows them so I can take the best of hers and then see what I need.
I think it's safe to say I'm getting excited.