If you Follow us on Facebook and/or Twitter and saw our big announcement last night, thank you for your support, love, well wishes and messages! God is so good and we are thrilled to have another little one on the way!
Many of you have been asking for the scoop and I’m excited to share it with you and log this journey for myself too! I will warn you, I’m a detail girl so if that’s not your thing, you might want to skip this post and wait for the next ; )
The beginning of our journey. Looking back, I should’ve known I was prego in San Diego because of how EXHAUSTED I was but my hopes weren’t high and I just focused on enjoying our vacation and truly thought I was exhausted because of the 3 hour time change! Upon arriving home to Pittsburgh, we found out that we were expecting #3! Of course, being that I had just gone through a miscarriage, I was really nervous and we made the decision to keep the news to ourselves this time around. I didn’t want there to be a celebration followed by another loss so we kept quiet.
Week 4 and 5, I was really tired and felt bloated but that was about all. I thought to myself, ‘This is going well- first 2 weeks are good…I can do this!” And then, lovely week 6 came along. I couldn’t hide my pregnancy (like I had hoped) from a few people. Kelly was one of the first people I told. The poor girl showed up at swim lessons with her 2 kids one morning and ended up keeping an eye on my kids in the pool while the toilet and I became friends. I felt like death and didn’t even know how to cope. I thought, “How on earth will I take care of 2 kids and be throwing up?”
Week 7, I was still throwing up but in addition to that, I started dry heaving. That. is. brutal. Such a whole new world for me too. I think it’s even worse than throwing up. I pretty much had a disgusted look on my face 24/7. I found this pic during an iPhone update… it was taken by Rocco who was playing with my iPhone camera one afternoon while I sat in our sun-room, stared at them playing and wanted to vomit.
To ease my nerves at my 1st prenatal appointment, my Doctors gave me an ultrasound. I didn’t expect them to do that but I was so thankful that they offered it to me. We saw our little one’s heartbeat! I admit that I was still nervous, but because of my strong symptoms, it was clear as day that I was/am pregnant. I left with 2 pop tarts in hand (one of the only things I was eating) and felt pretty good about where this was going with our little peanut.
Week 8, the vomiting ended but I was still nauseous as ever and only eating bagels, pop tarts, apples, and crackers and spent all of my free time sleeping. (Hence why you haven’t seen many blog posts from me!) I couldn’t even drink a cup of coffee which is just insane for me! My poor family didn’t get a home-cooked meal from me in months and everyday, I would text Brian when the boys woke and ask him what he wanted for dinner. He’d text me back, I’d put the boys in the car, go to the grocery store and sprint through the isles buying just what he wanted. I felt like I needed to walk through the store with a bucket in hand (wouldn’t that be a sight to see?). It was bad and this was life…
Week 9 marked the first time I felt well enough to take the boys out somewhere for the morning. We went to E2Toys2Try and they had the time of their life! I was exhausted by the time we got home and took a 2 hour nap that afternoon (yes, I’m thankful that I still have nappers)… I probably didn’t cook dinner that night either.
Week 10 marked my 2nd prenatal appointment where we had the pleasure of seeing our little peanut again and hearing his/her heartbeat- a strong 170! He/she was wiggling its PiggyToes and moving its arms… I was so relieved that our baby is healthy and growing perfectly!
Then, OUT POPPED my belly! MUCH MUCH faster the 3rd time around, that’s for sure!
SO here I am today… I have officially made it through my first trimester! The worst 1st trimester in all 4 pregnancies but the good news is, I’m through it, our baby is healthy and I’m eating foods other than bagels! Many of you have asked, “How are the boys?” They are beyond excited about having a new baby in the house; Rocco especially! We told them early Sunday morning that there is a baby is mommy’s belly and Rocco’s eyes got wide, he smiled so big and said in the sweetest little hopeful voice, “Right now?” He is just SO excited and wants it to be a girl badly (no pressure). He is telling everyone he meets that I’m having a baby and he’s asking Brian and I a million questions such as, “How is it going to come out?” – “What’s it going to wear?” – “Where will it sleep?” Followed by, “It could sleep in the bathtub or on the bathroom rug.”… He’s covering all the bases. Roman wasn’t into the conversation at first and even said “No!” when asked if he wanted another brother or a sister. He’s young though and doesn’t quite get it (reminds me of when I told Rocco that I was pregnant with Roman). Its really fun with Rocco this time around though; such a different kind of conversation and really fun to hear his response to it all, hear his concern and be so into the whole thing!
Its been a few days since we told them and already Roman is warming up to the idea and asking to “see the baby” every morning. He wants to touch my belly and check on the baby. Rocco also tells me every morning how BIG and HUGE my belly grew over-night! *sigh* Oh, I can’t imagine when I really DO have a ‘big’ belly. Instead of some old woman being a thorn in my side, it will be my precious Rocco telling me, “You’re so HUGE!” and “WOW! Look how BIG you are!” I’m ready though… we all lose it eventually, right? Lastly, I thought I’d answer all of these questions/comments one time since its by far, the FIRST thing most people ask me. And to those of you with 2 girls, do people say these kinds of things to you too? (replacing the word girl with ‘boy’?)
“…. Do you want a girl? Did you try for a girl? Are you hoping for a girl? Going for the girl this time? I bet you want a girl, don’t you? I hope you get a girl this time!….”
Wow. Its crazy, but here’s the answer. No. We didn’t ‘try’ for a girl. If you know me well, you would know that I never wanted one or two kids. Whether we had a boy and girl, 2 girls or 2 boys… I always knew that I wanted MORE kids and prayed for them too. We also knew that if I couldn’t carry children, we would adopt. I was born wanting to be a mom. As for the boy/girl thing, we would be lying if we said, ‘Nope! We don’t want a girl.’ Of course we would love to experience raising a daughter just as we would want the experience of raising a son if we had 2 girls right now. But you know what? Another son would be just as wonderful; we have two and we’re obsessed with them (if you can’t tell)! We know boys, we ‘think’ boy and our house is stocked for little boys. We wanted more children so that’s what we ‘tried’ for… that’s what we’re ‘going for’ and that’s what we want. We’re excited to see what God has in store for our family, BOY or GIRL! Its a baby!
Thanks for all of your love, well wishes, emails, messages, etc… I’m thrilled to share this journey with you!