I am just about 23 weeks pregnant and finally the little man is letting me know he is there. After weeks of people asking me "Do you feel the baby?" I can say yes with confidence- and let me tell you it is about time! I know that compared to the normal pregnancy spectrum I am right on target, but it seems that every other woman who I know of that is pregnant has had very early detection. When a woman who is only 14 weeks along gloats about their over active baby, you get a little pissed. It didn't help that both my mother and my sister had low activity births- I was starting to worry I was following too much in their footsteps.
The feeling itself is hard to explain. Some people say it is butterflies, others say it feels like a fish, I compare it to loose change in a dryer. I knew it was indeed the baby when I felt something jag me in the lung. I got the wind knocked out of me while watching television and then the sensation migrated south. So far the baby has decided to remain just at belly button level- but he is definitely making his presence known. I cannot wait for the day for Matt to be able to feel the movement, but for now it Andrew and my special little handshake.
10 weeks ago I found out that I was 9 weeks pregnant.
In a way this was the perfect time for it to happen- but it still came as a big surprise. Matt and I had talked about kids, but we had wanted a few things in place first. 1) Marriage-check 2) a House-check 3) finish my masters- check (as of Dec 11th)...so according to our check list the stars were aligned. Even though that may have been it wasn't like we were really trying. I had been diagnosed with PCOS, undiagnosed, and re-diagnosed with PCOS over the past 9 years of my life. My new doctor came out and said what other doctors had hinted at- pregnancy wouldn't necessarily just happen for us. We knew that medication was most likely going to come into play and that it would involve a lot of planning, waiting, and planning some more. Although by nature I am a HUGE planner, pregnancy was something I didn't want to have to work at. I didn't know if I could really survive the cycles of disappointment I had seen so many other women go through. I mean I have friends who have been trying for years with no luck- I don't know if I am that strong.
So Matt and I had just been going on our married way with the idea of kids on the back burner. It was a discussion we had, but not a plan in place. Then one day I brushed my teeth, threw up, called my mother, and took a test. Almost instantly the pink positive sign appeared and I shouted for Matt to come read the directions to me out loud- I mean I always thought that it was supposed to take a couple of minutes- but this sucker was positive in less than 2 seconds. It took several home pregnancies tests, 48 hours, and 2 doctor's visits for it really to sink- but the realest moment was our first ultrasound. Inside of me was a 9 week old baby doing somersaults and I had no idea it was even going on.
It is amazing how quickly your life can change- and in this case for the better. While we have had a share of scares in the past 2 months our lives are about to change more than we ever realized. Andrew James Hamende will join our family on or near October 1st- we are going to be parents.
I know it has been ages since I had a blog entry, but life has been a little busy. It is my goal this year to catch up on everything that has and will happen....now back to the title of my post.
I can talk with the best of people. I have been known to ramble, bitch, whine, and even interrupt other with my verbal diarrhea, but I really enjoy silence. I am not the type of teacher that can let my students get above a certain decibel level or really enjoy a meal in a really loud restaurant. I love silence, I love whispering, I love being able to communicate with a mere look- sadly my husband does not. Don't get me wrong- I love the man, will till the day I die- but he doesn't pick up on the need for silence in a room. He speaks loudly, he interrupts (more than I do) and he rambles....boy can this guy ramble. I truly believes that he loves the sound of his own voice and will look for any situation to hear it- for example during the climatic moments of Celebrity Rehab w/ Dr. Drew. Is it so much for a girl to want to hear the dialog leading up to some druggie going into a seizure??!
If the husband continues like this we are going to have to issue the quiet game- first one who talks loses....
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