Baby Update: 12 Weeks

I guess I haven't talked much about pregnancy lately. I'd say it's been the best of times and the worst of times. With just a little more than a week left of being out of my first trimester, I can only hope the second will be kinder to me than the first. Remember me mentioning that Jaggar and I both threw up on the same day (he worse than me but still)? Fluke thing for me because in pregnancy, you assume that throwing up is due to that. So just 6 days later (this past Sunday) when I was awakened out of a dead sleep at 3:15 in the morning by throwing up, I thought..."no way." Morning sickness? I really thought so. The thing about this time is that I found no relief after I threw up like before. If anything, I felt worse. But I continued to think morning sickness for the HOURS that it endured. Folks, I thought that I was dying. From 3ish to 7:30, it was constant vomiting. Oh, but I wasn't DONE then...I just had breaks. In my life, that's one of the worst sicknesses that I've ever had. I couldn't move without being nauseated. I felt the constant feeling that I was going to be sick, and it took no time before I had nothing left in me to be sick over. It was awful. This feeling lasted for about 15 hours. Travis was so great to me. He brought me a bucket (because I was tired of laying on the bathroom rug) and drinks, even though they weren't appealing. I couldn't get out of bed all day. At one point near the evening, I got up and realized that I was so sore. My shoulders even hurt. And I was cold...so I asked for the thermometer, and sure enough, I had a fever of 101. I was slightly relieved that this was not morning sickness and something I'd have to relive again. But that turned to dread when I called the on call nurse, who told me that because of early pregnancy, running a fever above 100.4 required an ER trip. Seriously? Thankfully, I have friends in high places: Dr Dizon. :) Remember Mitch? He's a 2nd year OB resident in Knoxville, and he talked me through it, told me to take Tylenol and call him back in 20 minutes. The fever still wasn't below 100.4...but it was dropping, and knowing I still wasn't vomiting, he said to drink a ton and that I'd be okay. I woke up feeling cautiously better, but it did take a few days to fully feel well again. Actually two nights later, I felt horrible again and thought, "Are you kidding me?" I found out that my father in law (who the kids spent the night with that weekend) had the same horrible illness the day that I did, so I guess they brought that home to me.
I'm apparently susceptible right now to sickness, so if you come around me sick, I will hire someone to hurt you or do it myself.

The morning that I was so sick, Sage opened my door and turned back to get something. I could hear her struggling in the hallway, and she came back balancing a tray with a bowl of cereal, a glass of water and a popsicle balanced on a tray along with this note. If there had been any way possible to eat what she'd made, I would have but I just couldn't. Jaggar swiped the popscicle and took off running, and I told her that she could eat the cereal. It was so sweet. I, of course, kept that note along with my keepsakes of her things.

So NOW...here we are, at just a little over 12 weeks. I can see a difference, but I just look like any other average person really. It's that, "Is that pregnancy or am I just getting fatter stage?" Not the most fun stage for sure.

And it seems like depending on how I'm standing, what I'm wearing and what time it is, I can look completely different. These first two pictures are the same week, by the way.

And I think this was at 11 weeks, not that it's a huge difference, but it wasn't this week. I do feel like I'm showing earlier this time than I was with the first two, but it's my 3rd child and I'm 29. I deserve that break, I think. I'm also quite a bit thinner than I was when I started with my first two, so I'm pretty sure it's going to catch up with me either way.