Mom to one beautiful July '14 little girl
11.2011 - DS1
02.2013 - loss at 6 wks
06.2014 - DS2
10.2015 - loss at 12 wks
03.2017 - DD
Mommy to R (8.23.11) and K (6.21.14).
FTM here. I think I just expected more complications due to
my family’s history. My mom had three tubal pregnancies, severe eclampsia with
me… my grandma had several miscarriages. My aunts all had complications. I have
been very fortunate in that while I feel like I’ve had every symptom in the
book, my pregnancy has been a healthy one and baby boy is doing great.
Also, I did not expect the negativity that I’ve gotten from
some people, and the overwhelming urge after hearing their comments to either
throat punch them or burst into tears (I’m normally NOT emotional at all).
This being my second pregnancy, here are a few:
Expected: GD again. Reality: no GD. In fact, I passed my 1-hour screen with flying colors
Expected: More weight gain. Reality: Same as last time
Expected: This pregnancy would fly by. Reality: It has.
Expected: I will have to be induced again, since I didn't even have one real contraction on my own. I had BH, but no real, crampy contractions. Reality: I've been having real contractions starting late yesterday. Nothing big or regular, but it gives me hope my body can get it done on its own this time. I also hope this baby comes on or before my due date.
I thought I'd be more emotionally imbalanced. I had my moments, but nothing like what the movies and other women led me to believe (I'm a FTM) I thought I'd skip over that whole feet swelling/extreme achey pain at night thing. ) SILLY GIRL!I thought I'd sleep WAY more. I napped maybe 1 time during the day the whole pregnancy.I'm sad I won't feel LittleDude doing his 9PM shuffle in my belly in another month, very very sad but he will be in my arms instead. Which, of course is amazing, but I love knowing he is in the safest possible place right now with no worries. He is fully functioning and self sustaining when with me.
I definitely thought I'd enjoy pregnancy more. My mum was a midwife, and it always seemed so magical. It hasn't been for me. 4 months of nausea, feeling totally out of control of my emotions (I cried because DH wanted to watch basketball), and not having my usual energy have all made me pretty miserable. I do love the baby kicks and the progress, but it's not the amazing experience I always thought it would be. Part of it may be because I don't have my mum to chat with about it...that makes it all a little bittersweet too. I'm WAY more excited to have an outside baby, so I'm hoping my last few weeks fly by.