My Pregnancy

On the morning of April 18th I went to put on my soccer clothes and leave for my game like I do every Saturday but I was given a firm "no you are not" from Paul because I was pregnant! I had taken a test Friday night and another one Saturday morning and sure enough 2 positives. This was probably the most excited and scared I have ever been about something in my life.

Paul and I decided to start trying last October 2007 but with him working out of town it took a bit longer than I thought it would. I was actually starting to feel a little disappointed every month when my period would come because it seemed as though everyone around me was getting pregnant, everyone except me. In April everything seemed to be going as usual, I was getting all of my normal period signs but it never came. I thought it actually had come because I spotted which is normal for me right before I start but then nothing. We finally decided it was time for me to take a test. The test says it is most effective in the morning but I had bought a 2 pack so I decided I wanted to take one right away. I took the test and it immediately showed positive. Paul and I decided to wait to tell anyone until the morning after I took the second test...which of course was positive again. We decided to tell our mothers first and only a few select people until I was further along and we knew everything was good and the baby was off to a healthy start.

Initially I had no symptoms other than a little cramping and actually wanted something to feel different and at about week 8 I got my wish and quickly regretted it...I started my morning (all day) sickness. The only things that I felt like I could eat without feeling awful was cheese and gatorade. This combined with being tired made for a rough first trimester.

Our first doctor visit (11 weeks) May 21st, Paul and I first saw our little peanut:

Shortly after my first doctor appointment I had some bleeding so I was sent to have another ultrasound to check on the baby. Fortunately everything was fine and I got to see a better picture of my growing baby:

Second doctor's appointment (15 weeks) June 24th:

In the second trimester my energy returned and food tasted great. I gained weight by the book and felt great. I had my 18 week ultrasound and got to see my growing baby along with Paul and my mom but left dissappointed because the baby would not cooperate and show us the goods. They say the mother always has a feeling about what they are having and intially I thought I was having a boy until my 18 week ultrasound, I left that feeling like it was a girl.

We ended up going to a 4D ultrasound place at 22 weeks and found out we were indeed having a girl. I went to the ultrasound place with my mom, dad, Paul, and Cheyne so it was great to find out with my family and see the little girl move all around.






I also had to get a level 2 ultrasound at UCSD because my 18 week ultrasound left a question about the heart. This was really scary, I didn't want anything to be wrong with my little baby and thankfully everything checked out fine...and I got another chance to see my little girl.


Things were good until mid October when I started having contractions that wouldn't go away so after being admitted to the hospital twice I was put on bed rest for the next month (awful). At 37 weeks I came off of bed rest and expected labor to come at any moment but that didn't happen. Here I am at 39 weeks, full term with no signs of real labor.