Today is the last day of my first trimester (at least thats what the books have told me), and i thought i would reflect a little on what these past three months have been like. This post is more so for me to remember what it was like, so i won't take it personally if you don't want to read it.
Finding out: i was supposed to get my period the saturday before Aaron and I left for Virginia, and when it didn't show i decided to take a pregnancy test (i had one from a time before when i thought i was pregnant) it was negative, so i figured my period was just off. A few days later, Aunt flo still hadn't made her appearance and i started to think maybe the earlier test was wrong. Aaron and i went out and bought another set of tests. After taking it twice and having the line being so faint that you had to squint your eyes and hold it the right way just to see the second line, we were frustrated. "What does this even mean?" We finally sucked it up and bought the expensive digital test, the one that blatantly said "Pregnant" or "Not Pregnant." One minute and twenty seconds later we had our answer: i WAS pregnant! Telling our families was a lot of fun, but we didn't want to tell anyone else because there was still a large possibility of miscarriage.
First Appointment: I found a doctor through reviews online and called early to make sure that i could get in to see the doctor around when i thought i was 9 weeks. The receptionist told me that i didn't need to wait that long and could come in when i was 7 weeks. I was really excited to have my first appointment sooner than i thought, but the downside was that Aaron had an inventory count that he had for work rescheduled for the same time as my appointment. After what seemed like a FOREVER long wait it was appointment day. After work i went and had an internal sonogram. The doctor told me after the sonogram we would chat about pregnancy etc and do a couple more tests. She then got right to it. The internal sonogram was awkward, you have nothing on your bottom half and the "probe" is covered by a condom for sanitary purposes. Interesting. As soon as that probe was "in position" this image came onto the screen:
My doctor furrowed her brow, moved the probe around some more and then asked me "Are you sure the date of your last missed period is correct?" I panicked. I immediately thought that i was having a miscarriage and the image on the screen wasn't what the doctor wanted to see. I told her that my cycle was 35 days and not 28 which should put the baby younger than she thought. She told me that this was a baby at 5 weeks and that could mean that i ovulated later than i thought, or that the baby wasn't developing past 5 weeks. She stopped everything and said that i needed to have a two day test of my Hcg levels to see if they're going up and that would tell me whether or not i was miscarrying. I burst into tears and i couldn't stop myself. I'm sure i made everyone at the doctors office feel so awkward. I thought for sure that this baby wasn't going to make it. I tearfully got my blood drawn, got to my car, called aaron, bawled my eyes out, drove home, called my mom, and bawled my eyes out again.
Two days later i got my second blood test done and i just had to wait for the results. In the meantime i talked to my sisters and my one sister Stacey told me that the same situation happened to her, the doctor thought she was miscarrying she got tested, the tests didn't look good and 8 months later Taylor was born. It was good to hear, but i was still really nervous. Finally i got the results, my heart was beating out of my chest and the results..... were inconclusive. WHAT?!?! You have nothing to tell me?! You still don't know?!?! She said that i needed to wait a few weeks and have another ultrasound. Ugh. MORE WAITING! I couldn't think or talk about the baby without knocking on wood or saying a big "IF." A few weeks later i had my next sonogram. Thankfully Aaron was able to make it to this appointment, i needed him for moral support. I braced myself for the worst and prayed for the best. The probe was prepped, and after a black screen at first, this little gummy bear looking thing appeared. (its looking straight at the camera, the baby loves to look at the probe, its probably thinking 'What the heck is coming at me?):
I was ECSTATIC!!! you could see the little heart beating and the little arm and leg buds. It was a baby! There was a baby there. YES! It was at that appointment that i could finally sit down and talk to my doctor about pregnancy. I went home and enojyed being pregnant without the nagging feeling of "What if" looming.
Thoughts: Pregnancy is NOTHING like i thought it would be. I figured that i would be moody, emotional and spending most of my time in the bathroom with my head in the toilet. This was not the case. I was rarely nauseated but i was STARVING all the time. I had to eat every hour on the hour or else i became a ravenous beast. Hungry from the Weight Watchers Momentum commercials was/is my mascot.
My face also broke out like nobody's business. I felt like i was going through puberty again. I even started on ProActiv, which has worked like a charm. Finally i was exhausted. I could take a 3 hour nap from 4:30-7:30pm and still fall asleep at 11:00 that same night. It was nuts. And if i didn't take a nap i would be struggling for the rest of the day to keep my eyes open. I was finally thinking that i would go the entire first trimester without throwing up and i was chalking myself up as one of the lucky ones. On the day that i was 13 weeks, one week away from the 2nd trimester, i threw up. I didn't eat soon enough. Thankfully i haven't thrown up since, and i still consider myself to be really lucky that i didn't get morning sickness.
I can tell that my major symptoms are starting to fade. I'm not ravenous, my face is clearing up (with the help of proactiv of course), and i'm not nearly as tired. I'm really looking forward to the next trimester and in 6 short weeks we find out what we're having! So first trimester, you made me worry a lot, but thanks for not making me throw up a lot!
...was the price tag! Not to mention the fact that they actually fit and allow plenty of room to grow. Beautiful.
Seriously, what are the chances that the cheapest jeans i could find were in the size that i needed. I didn't know it was possible to buy jeans for 10 dollars. Thank you Gap, thank you.
Out of all 22 years that i have been on this earth i have never once gotten a bloody nose. Not from being sick, not from getting whacked in the face through various sporting activities, not once. Never. I was proud of that fact. Today, i got my first nose bleed. Thanks pregnancy for ruining my streak!
The Cute:
The Pregnancy:
Number 3: Round Ligament pain. There is no picture of this because the only ones i could find involved a detailed drawing of a uterus so i figured this segment could be picture-less. Round ligament pain sucks. It is the ligaments that hold your uterus in place stretching and expanding because things in that area are growing. I'm not sure how long its supposed to last or what evil minion came up with this idea, but i'm looking forward to the day that it goes away. Please tell me it goes away!
It might just be me, but was anyone else a little weirded out by Adam Lambert's performance of "Ring of Fire" on American Idol last night? It was like a car accident. I wanted to close my eyes and plug my ears but i couldn't. I was paralyzed with shock and i couldn't look away. I mean, the sitar twanging, the creepy looks he was giving the camera, and the fire in the background. WOW. And i don't mean that in a good way. Adam, i'm sorry to say, you totally wigged me out last night.
The living room. Eventually we'd like to get a desk on the left side under the painting (which will eventually get hung) and a larger picture to be hung on the right wall.
Making our way into the dining area.
And onto the Kitchen. Don't you just love this avocado green, yellow, and brown laminate flooring? Its pretty ugly but it i actually like it. If only there was something to match it...
AND THERE IS! This beautiful avocado circa 1970 stove/oven. It probably worked better in the 70s than it does now, but hey it matches the floors.
Let's now make our way down the hall
Bathrooms are gross, and normally i wouldn't show you this, however, this bathroom makes up for our retro kitchen. It was completely redone right before we moved in, isn't it lovely?
Directly across from the bathroom is another hidden gem: the storage closet. I have never been so grateful for storage in my entire life. I hear angels sing every time i open this closet. As you can tell we use it to its full capacity.
This is the spare bedroom which is currently empty. But it will eventually become the baby's bedroom.
Finally is the "master" bedroom. Yes, we still have stools as end tables even though we have lots more space. We haven't found any other end tables that we like or that are affordable. But we do have a dresser which is a first for us since we've been married.
I hope that you have enjoyed the tour of our humble abode. Please feel free to come and visit anytime!
I tag: Ashby, Chelsea, Erika, and whoever else needs something to blog about : )
You can't buy maternity clothes and not model them, right? This is a really cool shirt that gathers at the side so it fits now and continues to fit as your stomach gets bigger. When i pulled it down it showed off my little belly. I feel like i'm really starting to show, but i'm sure no one else can really tell, but here is a picture anyway. (14 weeks 5 days). 
We then headed over to CPK for lunch. 
We cruised around the mall (where CPK was) looking for a nail salon, to get pedicures, and we couldn't find anything so we started driving back to my apartment and pulled into the first nail salon we could find . It was an interesting experience. The lady told my mom she had fungus on her toenail, even though it was just a bruise that my mom got from stubbing her toe, and she told my mom that she had big feet. Cause thats what every woman wants to here. Then she proceeded to guess what my moms shoe size was. We picked out the same design to have on our toes and the lady doing my moms toes says to her "Oh that is a very nice design, but i do something different for you." What? why don't you do what she asked you to do. The design turned out fine but it wasn't what my mom wanted. Thankfully the woman helping me didn't insult my feet, and she actually did the design that i asked for.
It was an interesting experience, but the toes turned out fabulous.
Later Tuesday night we went out to dinner at a delicious Mexican food restaurant and headed over to the movies to watch Paul Blart: Mall Cop. Day 4: Awesome.
After lunch we headed back home for a relaxing afternoon and evening at home. Day 3: Full of much needed R&R.
My mom in line modeling the classic cable car and Nob Hill in the background.
Boating over to Alcatraz
My Dad on the Audio Tour showing off the incredible view from Alcatraz
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We then headed back home to a fabulous home cooked meal of tacos and took it easy for the rest of the night. Day 2: Success!
My Parents in front of the marina (this was the view that we had).
There was a huge Hooters poster in the background, my Dad and Aaron thought they were being funny by trying to put their hands on it. My mom had no idea what they were doing so she didn't tell them to move their hands closer to the picture. It still ended up being a funny picture though because their hands are so far away from the picture but they think they're right on.
After lunch we headed over to Ripley's Believe It or Not museum. 
My Dad walking through the spinning tunnel. Although the sides were the only thing moving you could NOT keep your balance, it was really trippy.
We then visited the stinky seals at Pier 39. There were about 1/3 of the seals there from the time that Matt and I saw them in September. They were still cute though. 
Visiting the Painted Ladies. This is a must if you were a Full House watcher. But i wouldn't recommend going on Saturday because finding a parking spot within a 10 mile radius is almost impossible.
We ended our night by heading off to San Mateo and eating at the Melting Pot. None of us had ever been there before so we thought we would give it a try. It was definitely an experience (an extremely expensive extperience--say that 3 times fast). we got there at 7:45 and left at about 10. I'm glad i did it, but i'm not sure that i would ever go again.
We finally drove back home and pretty much passed out. Day 1 of the San Fran/San Jose fest was a success!
My doctor furrowed her brow, moved the probe around some more and then asked me "Are you sure the date of your last missed period is correct?" I panicked. I immediately thought that i was having a miscarriage and the image on the screen wasn't what the doctor wanted to see. I told her that my cycle was 35 days and not 28 which should put the baby younger than she thought. She told me that this was a baby at 5 weeks and that could mean that i ovulated later than i thought, or that the baby wasn't developing past 5 weeks. She stopped everything and said that i needed to have a two day test of my Hcg levels to see if they're going up and that would tell me whether or not i was miscarrying. I burst into tears and i couldn't stop myself. I'm sure i made everyone at the doctors office feel so awkward. I thought for sure that this baby wasn't going to make it. I tearfully got my blood drawn, got to my car, called aaron, bawled my eyes out, drove home, called my mom, and bawled my eyes out again.
I was ECSTATIC!!! you could see the little heart beating and the little arm and leg buds. It was a baby! There was a baby there. YES! It was at that appointment that i could finally sit down and talk to my doctor about pregnancy. I went home and enojyed being pregnant without the nagging feeling of "What if" looming.
My face also broke out like nobody's business. I felt like i was going through puberty again. I even started on ProActiv, which has worked like a charm. Finally i was exhausted. I could take a 3 hour nap from 4:30-7:30pm and still fall asleep at 11:00 that same night. It was nuts. And if i didn't take a nap i would be struggling for the rest of the day to keep my eyes open. I was finally thinking that i would go the entire first trimester without throwing up and i was chalking myself up as one of the lucky ones. On the day that i was 13 weeks, one week away from the 2nd trimester, i threw up. I didn't eat soon enough. Thankfully i haven't thrown up since, and i still consider myself to be really lucky that i didn't get morning sickness.