The Deets

So...some details.

If you're all, "Details on what yo?"  Scroll to the post before this one.

Ah.  There.  Now you're filled in.

So.

I'm moving towards 15 weeks here in a few days.

I was SICK SICK SICK from weeks 4-12.  I was some what sick weeks 13-14 with a couple of days here and there of relief.  I think I'm sorta feeling better now.  I still have good days and bad days.  I never once barfed though.  Praise the Lord on that since I lost weight for sure as it was.  I had little to no ability to eat and the nausea/headaches...unlike anything I've ever experienced.  On top of that...water was/still is nasty.  Yuck.  I've had this weird metallic/sour taste that fills my mouth 24/7...kinda like I've been sucking on a metal lamp post.  Drinking water.  Yeah.  LIQUID metal.  Yum yum.  For a while the only liquid I could drink was Gatorade.  Now, I'm transitioning to water.

If you didn't notice...we did wait a bit longer than average to spill the beans.

The reason...

This is not my 1st pregnancy.  This is my 2nd.  Over the summer we became pregnant (unintentionally).  It was a HUGE shock and took some getting used to.  Right around the time we started coming around to the idea though I had a miscarriage.  It was early...around 7-8 weeks or so...though the babe stopped growing at around 6 weeks apparently.  I was rocked by it. Before I didn't really understand why people become so sad from a  miscarriage (hello naive girl).  Especially when it's your first and you've never had a real life baby come as a result of your pregnancy. You know, it's really an abstract thing when you've never been pregnant before.  They TELL you there's a baby in there and yet...the concept is just...odd.  Or maybe that's just me.  So, yes, I, silly silly Anna, underestimated the power of carrying a child and losing it.  And although it was hard, and painful, and so very sad...in some strange way I feel blessed that my eyes have been opened to how foolish my thoughts were and how ridiculous I was to believe that losing the life of one of God's children wouldn't impact me.  That baby is in heaven and one day I will meet him/her.  And for now...I thank God that he was not satisfied with my foolishness and insensitivity but chose to reveal himself and truths to me through the loss of that little itsy bitsy life.

So, that's the reason why we waited.

Other random details:

I've had 2 sonos, and at my last appt. on Mon. we heard the heartbeat.  So awesome.

I get super nervous for each appointment.  I'm not a "fear the worst" person but I can be very realistic too.  But God has been so good and the little babe is doing well.

We find out the gender next month (yes, we're finding out).

 No cravings.  I'm just now kind of starting to like food again to be honest. 

I'm already poking out.  Which is funny.  I'm just used to being so darn thin.  And to have this belly...albeit a small one...yeah.  Cracks me up.

I maintained the gym up until week 8 and then I just couldn't take it any longer.  Too tired, too sick.  This week I started back up.  Feels.so.good.  I will run and do the spin bike a few more weeks and then I will be cancelling the gym and heading to the pool a few blocks from my house.  I am NOT A SWIMMER.  It is my least favorite thing to do.  But I'm determined to exercise to the end.  I'll let ya know how that goes.  hehe.

And that's it!   :)  Baby E makes their debut mid June.

Of course I'd love prayer too.  God has given me GREAT and unbelievable peace this pregnancy.  I did NOT want to get pregnant again out of fear of another miscarriage but God had other plans apparently.  I have felt His great comfort and love surround me...and yet I still get moments of anxiety.  We would love prayer for more peace and also...of course...for a healthy, full term little babe.

Thanks everyone for the love and support.  Ya'lls the bestest.  <3