The weekend of the 7th week, I rebounded. I spent two glorious, sick-free days at a friend's lake house, riding waves and catching rays. I was feeling on top of the world again. That is until I returned from the lake and the sickness reared its ugly face again. However, my nausea was masked because I had my first ultrasound which subsequently led to us starting to announce the news to friends and family!
My first ultrasound was with my PCP who is also a gynecologist and a former obstetrician. I walked into the appointment, and the first thing she asked was where my husband was. Oops. I didn't realize I was supposed to bring him to a procedure where he had to watch something else besides his own dingaling get shoved up my vagina. But I did feel a little bad because this was, after all, his child too. I will admit it was pretty cool, awesome, surreal, and all those other overused adjectives to watch my future child, no matter how small, appear on a screen and hear the heartbeat, learning that everything was proceeding along nicely. The baby was so far healthy and my uterus looked in excellent shape. Score! I filmed it for James too, don't worry.
We spent the week telling people the good news. We were overwhelmed by the amount of love and support that we and this child have. That is always a relief to know that we are not in this alone, and we have plenty of role models who have gone before us.
My mom got me a pregnancy journal to track milestones, thoughts, feelings, and the growing baby. I highly recommend Bump for Joy if you are into journaling and adding pictures. If you aren't into writing and detailing every single thing then I recommend something a little less wordy.
Boy or Girl?
So far we have the majority of guesses being girl, including my doctor, James, and a dream James' dad had a few weeks ago. I, on the other hand, imagine a boy whenever I picture holding, cuddling, or rocking him/her. We shall see. Thankfully, we already have names picked out for both a girl and boy with my mom being on board which sometimes is a hard feat to accomplish. If the baby is a girl - Charlotte "Charley" Marie Barrett. If the baby is a boy - Jasper "Jack" Harrison Barrett named after both of our grandfathers or Jon Harrison Barrett. We, meaning I, also have already decided on a nursery scheme after I had a slight freakout after browsing Babies R Us to check out their going out of business sales. There, I learned how much I don't know what is needed exactly for a baby, so I did what any sane and rational person would do. I promptly went home and started two registries and started researching EVERYTHING we would need. Hey, ladies, it happens. When unsure blame it on the pregnancy. So anyway we (I) decided on a neutral gray and white bear themed nursery in keeping in line with our surname-Barrett (Bear-it). Having decided all of that has got me excited! But on another note, I am also oddly deeply emotional that my child(ren) will never experience the joy of Toys R US. RIP.
The baby is the size of wild strawberry and is moving around like crazy (I can't feel it yet). This baby sounds like a party animal which won't coincide with my lame lifestyle.
Dear Wild one,
Hey I heard you were a wild one. If I took you home, it would be a home run. Show me how you do. A little Flo Rida for you. Can't wait to teach you all about the lyrical genius that is Flo Rida. Anyway, I heard your heartbeat this past week, and I must say that it was pretty cool and made me all the more excited to meet you. I, in return, want to apologize for my behavior in the previous weeks. I said some not nice things. At one point, I threatened you. There was even that awkward moment when I envisioned eating you because you were the size of a blueberry, and I love blueberries. I hope we can move passed it and never speak of it again. Love you, kid.