I sit here taking deep breaths, wishing my head would stop spinning, and trying to will my stomach into submission. I would like to spend the next few weeks sprawled out on the couch watching mindless tv, but it will not happen. This pregnancy is definitely worse than the last one. Last time, I didn’t even think about buying saltine crackers. This time, I’ve been there done that and graduated to ginger snap cookies (they supposedly help with sea sickness).
I went online to see if I could discover clues as to why it is worse. All I could find was that sometimes women suffer from hormones more when they have girls, but Lexi was a girl. The second possibility (according to the internet) was twins. I started teasing Steve (my husband) about it because his reaction to these things is funny. He often gets overwhelmed by Lexi, so the thought of twins is more than he is willing to consider (too late now).
With Lexi, I absolutely knew she was a girl around week 12. So far, I have had no premonitions, rays of light, deep thoughts, or feelings (other than sickness). The idea of twins isn’t that far fetched though because 1. It runs in my family (my grandma is a twin) and 2. I am no spring chicken (near the 35 mark when the chances go up).
The other thing worse about this pregnancy is that I didn’t go to a fertility specialist. I know that sounds odd, but because I was going last time I had ultrasounds very early on. I had the first one at 5 weeks and the second one at 7 weeks. I don’t even know when most pregnant women get the first one (please leave a comment if you know). I guess I’ll just wait and see and of course, keep teasing Steve.
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