The early weeks of pregnancy are fragile—and confusing. Here, the answers to your questions.
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I’m in the home stretch now. Just about 12 weeks (plus or minus) until I can finally meet my baby boy Finn! The main overriding themes right now are continued low back pain, and being sleepier than I have been.
I’m 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant, and the suspense over having to wait even another day to see my son’s little face and hold him in my arms is making me seriously restless.
I wanted to be mother, don’t get me wrong. I was getting to that point in life where it becomes clear that things didn’t go as planned. I had a (somewhat) great career as the Features Editor of a popular entertainment website in Los Angeles, fabulously hip and fancy friends, a handful of Louboutins in my closet and a hip apartment on the coolest street in America (as designated by GQ magazine) but there were a few things that were missing, most notably, a ring and a kid.
I’ve been blessed with a healthy, relatively pain-free pregnancy apart from the typical first trimester nausea and round ligament pain. But at 38 weeks and feeling like a giant beach ball, I all of a sudden got hit with an excruciating pain in my left side that stopped me in my tracks and lasted more than 48 hours.
Moving my body is what I do to release stress and feel strong and energized. So when I didn’t know I was pregnant and was doing 20-mile training runs back in October for the New York City Marathon and climbing obstacle courses while competing in a Tough Mudder mud run, I couldn’t figure out why I was slowing down so much.
That is, until I had a dream of a little baby with blue-green eyes and dark hair that felt so, well, real that I immediately drove to the store to buy a pregnancy test…which came back positive. Surprise!
As spring heads toward summer, my baby boy is growing and developing right on schedule. He’s approximately the length of a carrot now (about 10 inches long), weighs ¾ of a pound and for the next several weeks, I’ll be gaining around a pound a week. Not to sound like a broken record, but yep, I still feel great! I am amazed at how easily I’ve had it so far.
Last week, at the beginning of week 11, I had my first prenatal appointment with a fantastic midwife, Penni Harmon, C.N.M., at Oregon Health & Sciences University (OHSU) Hospital in Portland. James and I had been anticipating the appointment so we could hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time.
Already I find myself in week 8 of my first pregnancy. I’m 38 years old, so time seems to fly by faster and faster as I age. Normally, I wish for the world to just s-l-o-w d-o-w-n some. But since the day I found out I was pregnant, I’ve had that can’t-wait feeling every day. The day that I can finally meet my baby can’t come soon enough. At my next appointment at 11 weeks, James and I should be able to hear the heartbeat for the first time. For now, I’ll just have to be patient.