We have a due date! May 6! Seeing our little Lochemet swimming around and waving to us was definitely right up there in the land of miraculous and amazing. Wow! We could see the heartbeat, but that little baby was so busy showing off her dancing skills (or his football skills?) that we couldn't hear it! Definitely a huge relief, a major stress off our shoulders, and just plain bliss. Shawn recorded the ultrasound so the boys could see it (Avery is very eager to hear the heartbeat), and we couldn't stop watching it the rest of the day. Eating lunch--we watched it (and shared it with our waitress!). Walking through Target--we watched it. Sitting in the passenger seat while Shawn drove home-I watched it. Tears flowed heavily and gratefully. I'm still so amazed!!! As for the "adventure" part to pregnancy--I have yet to really return to the land of the living. I'm exhausted, more so than I was with either boy at this point, my palms have itched so bad I've considered just amputating them (that is apparently a symptom of surges of estrogen)--and, if you want details, I haven't stopped puking. Sooooo pleasant. I haven't dared venture further than the mile it takes me to pick the boys up from their schools. We've made it to church, but not without a few sprints to the bathroom (I did finally make it through an entire message this past Sunday! Woo! I have to wonder what on earth the usher I always pass must think though--has he figured it out, or is he shaking his head that I haven't figured out partying on Saturday nights just isn't worth it, and he's just glad I'm in church?). When I have had to venture out, I'm certain I've seen the inside of every toilet within a 45 mile radius. I've thrown up in the parking lots of both schools, in the field at Noah's riding center, at Bible study, Walmart--you name it. I was mildly nauseous for a short time with the boys, but this is an entirely different ball game here. It got so bad that my OB sent us to the ER the other night for fluids and Zofran. My head was killing me, I had bad muscle cramps, hadn't kept anything down in several days, and I was just plain dehydrated. The nurses and PA were excellent, and I really did receive good, gentle, caring, well, care! I have Zofran here at the house now, and life is slowly returning to what qualifies as normal (I ate two whole meals yesterday!)! Shawn has been great through all of this--picking up where I need to leave off, making sure the boys are fed, helping out, and perhaps most importantly--retaining a sense of humor and making me laugh.
The thing is, the nausea and vomiting have been my reassurance in all of this. Yeah, it sucks--but at least I've known everything is okay (i.e., I'm still pregnant). Even the itchy hands have been mildly funny. Trust is something that is difficult for me, even with my faith. I wonder how I will calm my fears in between the nausea stopping, and being able to feel Lochemet move. (Yes, I know the answer to that....)
We certainly have a lot of stories already to tell Lochemet, and as I told Shawn--maybe she (he....?) is getting all of this out of her system now, and the teenage years will be a breeze! Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh....
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