A telling tale

I told the parents! It wasn't quite everything I had dreamed but it is an exciting step. We had planned on showing up to their house before a wine tasting trip that some friends were taking all of us on this weekend and giving the news to them in person. Just the four of us. But on Thursday, our friends cancelled the wine tasting. Huge bummer since we had gotten my parents excited about it but not as huge a bummer for me as it might have been if I were a drinking person these days. Although I had been looking forward to the great excuse to indulge in a couple sips of champagne. I was 'saving up' my first drink for this trip. But instead I remain strictly sober. And that's ok. It's good actually.

So we planned on going to my parents anyway - they're about 2 hrs away. And then Friday night we realized that one of our furbabies had worms. I realized because I saw one. Ugh, gross gross gross. I had come home from work starving but when I noticed this, I lost my appetite for a good three hours. I give her a monthly dewormer and maybe that's all that was going on - that some worm had gotten in and was being 'evacuated' thanks to the dewormer. But we wanted to be safe rather than sorry. Some canine parasites can be passed to people and getting one during pregnancy is bad news because most of the medications are forbidden during pregnancy. Pregnant women aren't even supposed to handle the dog's medication. So it became very important to address this immediately.

We only have time to go to the vet on the weekends and while we normally would not have cancelled the trip to my parents over this kind of thing, me being pregnant changed the game. We wanted to get the dogs tested and treated asap. So we made a vet appt for Sat afternoon and then I had to call my mom and tell her we weren't coming...and I had to tell her why because she wouldn't understand us cancelling over such a small thing.

She was thrilled, as I expected. And we had a nice conversation. But it wasn't what I'd hoped. And I felt awful that my dad would be the 'last to find out' once again (my mom found out about my and DH's engagement before my dad too). Also I didn't get to see his reaction. This only happens once in a lifetime - the announcement of your first kid, your parents' first grandchild. And I kind of feel like I missed it, or at least fumbled it. But they agreed to come down to our place to celebrate the next day and we had a really good time and good conversation. DH was hoping they would offer to move into the neighborhood which they did not. I didn't expect them to but he was really disappointed. And now he's pressing for the stay-at-home-dad position harder than ever. I also found out that my mom's early delivery of my sister was unexplained and not all that early. So that was frustrating and comforting to learn, respectively. I also found out my dad was a month early. My cousin had her son early too, come to think of it. I'm wondering whether to raise this family history with my obg. Probably not, I think some people are just early - I was 4 days late. Interestingly, my mom had the same due date as me! She was tickled by that.


How far along? 14w3d

Maternity clothes? Still just bella bands. And a lot of loose clothing to hide the secret from co-workers.

Stretch marks? No. And I still am not applying lotion religiously. I'm not really stretching out yet and it feels silly to lotion up my belly - which just looks pudgy at this point.

Sleep? I can't get enough. I've been trying to sleep on my side and it's not working as well as I'd hoped. I typically sleep on my back and lately, that position seems more comfortable than ever. I know it's not a good habit during pregnancy though so I'm trying to break it. I've been sleeping in my own bed since we noticed that the furbaby had worms and I have to say, it's nice not getting woken up or pounced on by the dogs or shoved to the edge of the bed because there are so many bodies in there. I do miss DH though so I'm lobbying to get the dogs on their own bed.

Best moment this week? Hearing the hb on the doppler.

Movement? I certainly haven't felt any that I could identify as the baby moving. However, it's getting harder to find the hb with the doppler as the days go by and I find it in different areas of my belly which suggest that the baby is moving around a bit. Also sometimes I'll find it and it will fade away like the baby is on the move right then.

Food cravings? I got a new wave of nausea this week and haven't felt much like eating anything.

Gender? No idea. DH still has a feeling it's a girl. He's pretty confident about it.

Labor signs? Nope.

What I miss? I hate talking about things I miss because I feel like it makes me sound ungrateful. I don't miss anything that much - all the good that has happened grossly outweighs any habits I've had to give up for a few months. But if I had to name something for the week it would be sleeping on my back.

Weekly Wisdom: Dopplers are addicting. I thought I'd only use it occasionally, but it's become a daily thing.

Milestones: Hearing the hb. Telling the parents.

Emotions: Still really emotional. I watched the Kardash!an episode last night when Mason was born and I cried. And I still worry, but I don't worry so much anymore about whether the baby is healthy enough to make it to term (thank you doppler!) instead, rational or not, my fears have turned to IC and PTL.