Remember how last week, I talked about how the only sign I had that you were here was that I was peeing a lot?
We-he-helllll things have changed.
Everything that my body's going through right now is probably TMI for you, but I will talk about two things: the abdominal pain and the exhaustion. You don't really need to hear about the rest.
Abdominal pain as a result of my uterus (your current home, which you probably don't even realize right now because I don't think your brain has developed yet... according to pictures on my favorite websites, you currently look something like a taquito) is nothing new for me. Ever since I was about twelve years old, my monthly guest (if you don't know who that is, either you're not old enough for That Talk yet OR I've been remiss in giving you That Talk) has caused me searing agony, causing me to lose a day while my abdomen is wracked with pain that's sent me to the hospital more than once.
Your grandmother and all of her sisters told me that this was because I was very fertile, like they were, and that I'd have no trouble getting pregnant when I wanted to.
But we know that wasn't true. You're the result of a lot of waiting, wishing, praying, trying, medicating, testing, and other things that are also part of That Talk. You didn't come to us easily, and I'm oddly grateful for that--I appreciate you more, on a lot of levels. I would love you no matter when you came into our lives, but the amount of work that went into your conception makes its actuality a HUGE relief.
But I digress.
I'm no stranger to abdominal pain, like I said, but I didn't expect it to be one of the first symptoms of pregnancy I experienced. For about a week now, I've been feeling sort of cramps around my uterus, but they feel different from what I'm used to. They're far from agonizing; more accurately, they're just annoying. Still, they made me nervous, so when I called the doctor's office on Wednesday to schedule my first appointment--to see how you're cooking and make sure everything's okay in there--I asked the nurse about said abdominal pain. She told me that these pains are completely normal, that a lot of women have them, and that I should only worry if they become severe, persistent, localized, and accompanied by blood. None of those things have happened, and I'm fairly certain they won't. You're a keeper, baby. I can tell.
The exhaustion is another story. I was expecting the fatigue, especially because I'm a low energy person to begin with, but it's still taking a lot of adjustment to get used to napping every afternoon, no matter how much sleep I got the night before. It's making sticking to my usual weekly routine very difficult--doing little things like running to the supermarket or hitting the mall with your father wear me out pretty quickly, so I'm having to learn to budget my time carefully to ensure that I can get the rest that you--and I--need.
I suppose it's practice for when you're here; for at least the first couple of months, until sleep becomes a more common thing, I'll have to plan for your sleeping schedule and mine, for both of our recovery times, and so on. After all, this being born business is exhausting.
In other news, my first appointments are staggered--September 19 and October 9 (the former of which so that I can meet my nurse, Laurie, and give her my information; and the latter of which so that I can meet my doctor, Dr. S, and maybe see you for the first time!). I'm so excited for both of them--I can't wait for confirmation that it's all real, that you're real and not just a very sweet dream.
I love you very much, baby. Talk to you soon.
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