Phew. I feel so much better this week. First of all, I had a much nicer experience with the midwives this time around, so that took the edge off the whole "who will deliver my baby?" thing. The woman I saw last week was very nice, very comforting, and didn't seem to hate me at all. It was a nice change from the last time I visited the birthing center.
I didn't get great news in the clot department, but I didn't get bad news either. For now, I've been encouraged to try taking up walks again, and even prenatal yoga, but until further notice I am on "pelvic rest" which means no excitement down below. I'm more than a little concerned that if my business end doesn't see some action by the time Babe-leo arrives, it's going to be an awfully tight squeeze. Let's hope the second trimester brings on the return of "pelvic exercise".
I'm feeling less naseous, or at least nasueous in a different way. Where it was once constant and mild, it is now intense and unpredictable. One moment I'm great, the next I am gagging down my latest snack. Kinda gross. Also, I'm getting dizzy spells and car sickness. Weird stuff, but it could be worse, so I'm not too down about it.
We told Scott's family the news last week, which was very fun. We arranged a G+ Hangout, which recreated the chaos of an in-person Leonard gathering pretty accurately. His parents were thrilled, and his siblings were super happy and supportive. Jenn, Scott's sister, is already working on a collection of hand-me-downs to send our way. While plenty of people might prefer shiny new things for their babes, Scott and I are not the best shoppers. I'd much rather re-use clothing and gear than buy new. Besides, it's hard for me to shake the image of cute, sad kids in slave shops sewing my brand new novelty onesies. Viva used baby stuff.
We also told a few of our closest friends. The early bean-spilling was partially due to our annual trek to Wurstfest, at which I am usually busy defending the McNally family reputation (knocking back pitchers like it's my job.) My lack of drinking was incredibly suspicious, so the truth came out rather easily.
We'd told a few other friends a bit earlier, as well. It just felt like the right time, and it has been nice to take a break from worrying. Celebrating is much more fun. We look forward to coming out on a larger scale pretty soon. Next week we'll call extended family and I'll talk to my bosses. After that, Facebook? Something inside me feels weird about broadcasting it there. It still feels so fragile and private.
The next step, I guess, is nesting. We need to start thinking about the things we need, and how we'll get them. I have to admit I have not put much thought into all of that yet at all. What do babies really need anyway? We have a crib. How much clothing do we need to have handy? Sheets? Bumpers? Strollers?
There must be a book on this.