Let’s Play Catch Up

by tinysneakers

Yeah, morning sickness sucked, but here I am, 16 weeks pregnant, and the memory’s starting to fade. So let’s skip over all that yucky stuff and get caught up already.

Here’s what you missed. An overview of sorts of my first weeks of pregnancy:

Day 14: (aka “day 1”. Pregnancy starts out all confusing by making you pregnant for 2 weeks before you’re really pregnant.): That elusive second line appears.

Day 17: Spend 12 hours traveling to CT for a wedding.

Day 18-19: Pretend to party like a rockstar so no one knows you’re pregnant. Inside you’re wishing for a nice nap in the hotel room, a no talking above a whisper rule, and a bedtime of 8pm.

Day 20: Spend another 12 hours traveling back to NC, significantly less fun than the trip up.

Day 21-24: Recover from exhausting days 17-20. Unnecessary movements in upright positions kept to a minimum.

Day 25-26: Sleep in college dorm for Junior League board retreat. First real bout of morning sickness hits in crowded room with no escape. Panic ensues. Pretend you feel awesome. One person figures out my secret when I fail to participate in an around the world beer tasting.

Day 27-29: Recuperate. See days 21-24.

Day 30: Spend 9ish hours in the car driving to OH for another wedding. Best friend gets mad I don’t tell her for 2 hours but she still loves me anyways. (RIGHT?!)

Day 31: Play tourist and wedding guest. Run into college friend who is labor and delivery nurse at local hospital. Coincidentally find out my doctor has one of the highest C-section rates. Flip out. Find new doctor.

Day 32: Another 9ish hours in the car back to NC. Not the most pleasant of rides. Discover trick of constantly eating to squelch nausea.

Day 32, evening edition: Worst episode of morning sickness yet. Just to ensure I know it doesn’t have to happen in the morning, it strikes me in the middle of the night. Home alone, panic, and curse whatever hormone is causing this torture.

Day 33-36 ½: Recover.

Day 34-35: Drive to MD unexpectedly for a funeral. 12 more hours in the car. Husband forced to come for fear of me driving; able to spill beans to family early.

Day 36-37: Recuperate. Noticing a pattern here?

Day 38: Ultrasound! Heartbeat. Relief.

Day 38-40: Mom and step-dad visit. Food continues to be unappealing.

Day 40-41: Recover. Feel like a grandma.

Day 49: Semi-sigh of relief when beach trip cancelled. Another 10 hour round trip car ride sounds like the most miserable thing on earth.

Day 58: Things start to look up. Fingers crossed. Hard.

Day 80-81: 24 HOUR BIKE RIDE!!?!

Day 82-98: Blah di blah di blah. Enough already. Winking smile

There ya go. 4 months of pregnancy, one post.

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Jen August 16, 2011 at 10:43 am

I cannot believe you did all of that in the 1st tri. I would have died! Did a lot of people figure it out? You’re amazing!


Sana August 17, 2011 at 2:23 am

I am not even preggo and that sounds like hell, the being in the car part. OY!!!!


Brittany (A Healthy Slice of Life) August 17, 2011 at 8:38 am

The rest of your pregnancy is going to feel like a breeze compared to that hard core first tri 🙂


Amber August 17, 2011 at 2:56 pm

I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me for two hours.


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