My bed and I have become the bestest of friends. I mean I would do absolutely anything for my bed. She’s been there for me through thick or thin. And whether it’s late at night or in the middle of the afternoon, she always welcomes and embraces me with open arms.
I kinda wish my bed was eligible for frequent flyer points because I would be racking up! I should have earned at least a free roundtrip to Africa!
November 3, 2011
So, after my first ob-gyn visit on October 24 I’d noticed that I didn’t feel as nauseated as before and that started to worry me. I thought my next doctor’s visit was on November 4, but it ended up being on November 11 – so I had another week. That didn’t help my worries.
Well, never ever say that God doesn’t give you what you ask for. I wanted to know that Baby Turner was okay. I needed some type of sign. Well, on Tuesday, November 1, the sign came. I had just finished eating some biscuits and apple juice and was downstairs in the basement on the computer. Less than five minutes of being down there I felt this big rush come to my throat! I became light headed and nauseated. I quickly walked up the stairs and stood over the sink (not sure why I didn’t stand over the toilet). 30 seconds later up came the apple juice and some of my biscuits. 10 seconds later, up came all the rest of breakfast. It wasn’t cute. It wasn’t sexy. It’s didn’t look good to the human eye!
As I scooped out the big pieces of chewed up biscuits and threw them in the toilet I all of a sudden knew Baby T was still successfully baking in the oven! I thanked God for the sign but also prayed that I not have those signs on a regular basis. I crawled upstairs into bed for the rest of the afternoon and took it as easy as possible until I had to go teach Zumba.
Who knew growing a baby (especially at these beginning stages) would be so physically challenging!
The Monday after spending the weekend with Milton, I had my first OB-GYN visit on October 24 at 1:00pm. As excited Milton was for us to have a baby, I wanted to get through the doctor visit to know that everything was going well. This ended up being probably the longest doctor visit ever!
It started with waiting in the waiting room. Two families with newborns were waiting for their appointment and one couple with their second child said this was definitely their last. They shared baby stories and suggestions and I just eavesdropped.
Once Mrs. Turner (me) was called back, the first thing that was done was to pee in a cup and take my weight and blood pressure with the nurse. From there I went into the doctor’s office (not a patient room but an actual office with a desk and chair) and talked with my doctor. We talked a lot about medical history, the tests I wanted to have run and some of the things to expect. She wanted to schedule some follow up tests based on our discussions. I realized that I know a lot about my family history, but very little about Milton’s. We definitely need to have that discussion this weekend.
From there I went into a patient room where we did my paps smear. I asked the Dr. K about this bulge already sticking out and whether I was fat or having twins. She said it was neither and that I was probably bloated (and would stay bloated for most of the time).
After that we went into another room for the ultrasound. This was the part I was most excited about. As they looked at the ultrasound, they said everything looked smaller than where they had me along in my pregnancy. They asked when my last period was. I said I thought it was September 7 (because I really didn’t keep track and it was varied once I got off the pill). However, I did know the last time my husband and I had sex. Since he’s out of town, our date of “making baby” was easily trackable. Once I told them that day, they realized I was less far along than the assumed. And because of that, the photo matched how far along I was. So, no baby to look at yet. Just a yolk sac.
So another ultrasound is schedule in two weeks. And now I’m nervous. I went home and googled different images of 4/5 week ultrasounds and couldn’t find any that looked like mine. I pray that everything is okay and that Baby Turner is still developing okay. I’m ready to start a family and be a wonderful mother. Come on baby Turner, let’s start developing into a healthy baby!!!
October 26, 2011
This weekend in Atlanta was so amazing!!!!! I went to ATL for a ViSalus conference and Milton met me there. I still hadn’t told him that I was pregnant since I wanted to do it in person, but wanted to do it in a memorable way.
Once he arrived, I told him I wanted to show him how great my new Iphone 4S works. I started recorded him. He said a bunch of random things about our hotel room and what all he wanted to do for the weekend. I told him I wanted to show him something. I unzipped my jacket and had on a tank top that said “Baby Turner” on my stomach area. He looked at it and freaked out. He started walking around the room celebrating – and I got it all on camera. Unfortunately, i stopped the video just as he ran up to me, grabbed me, turned us around in circles and said “I’m gonna be a dad!”
It was such a special moment! I then explained that he couldn’t tell people for another 8 weeks. Milton started talking about all the things he is excited to see happen with Baby Turner. He is going to be a wonderful father, just wonderful!
(Please excuse the cursing in the first video – ti’s raw and uncut!)
October 24, 2011
Okay, so I guess however they calculate it, I’m 4 weeks pregnant. Have I been nauseated every day? Yes! Have I made a trip to the bathroom? Luckily not yet! Is my stomach starting to poke out some? I believe so!
The main thing I’m trying to do now is rest as much as possible. So far I’m still teaching my regularly scheduled Zumba and fitness classes although I cringe when someone calls wanting me to teach theirs. I can’t tell them that I’m pregnant so I just cuss them out under my breath. I have yet to have any serious cravings, although I do enjoy the Pumpkin Blizzard at Dairy Queen and also the burritos close to the deli section at the Neighborhood Walmart. While my breasts aren’t any larger, my nipples look like two oversized microwaved marshmallows!
I pray that God gives us a healthy baby. Although I’d prefer a girl, I’ll love baby Turner regardless. One fear of mine is that baby Turner will be baby Turners plural. Twins run in Milton’s family so I’m hoping baby he and baby she combined aren’t the reason my belly is starting to poke out.
But I’m going to keep keeping on! I can’t believe have four more days until I can tell Milton in person. I can’t believe I have 8 more weeks until we can tell anyone else!
October 17
October 16, 2011
MYT is Me! 