Hello! So at the very beginning of this summer I was all over this blogging thing, and I have since fallen off the wagon. I'll let you in on the secret of why, in case you weren't already aware- I am pregnant! And let me tell you, this has been one wild ride. Let me start at the beginning- me and Scott were actually planning this, or I should say, hoping, for this. We decided we wanted to have a baby in February, and every single week I have waited for good news. At the start of June I finally got it! I was feeling sick, and had my period was late, so I bought some home tests. Positive! So I ran to the store and bought some more- also positive! I cannot tell you how much fun I had peeing on these things and waiting for them to congratulate me. I actually probably used more than was necessary, but it was so great!
This was on Friday June 7. At first I thought about waiting until Father's Day to tell Scott in some really cute way, but that was two weeks away and no way could I wait that long. Our anniversary was on June 10, but I also couldn't make myself wait three days. So the next day I wrapped up the tests and some baby onesies and gave them to Scott as an 'early anniversary present'. He was VERY excited.
A few of my tests!
Me and Scottie the day I told him I was prego! Yay!
Pretty much immediately from when we knew about our baby my little achy stomach transformed into full blown morning sickness. And let me tell you, I hate that term. Morning- afternoon- night sickness
is more like it. I was literally nauseous ALL of the time, and it only grew. I don't want to delve into too much detail, because I could go on and on. My doctor's said I have 'hyperemises', which, as far as I can tell, means lots of vomiting and dehydration. Sometimes I could throw up and I then I was ready to roll again, multiple times I would run to the bathroom in a restaurant as soon as we walked in, and then I could come out and order myself some chow mein.
I haven't gotten out much this summer, but this is me and Scottie at the Heber Derby.
Then there came the weeks where it was only an hour between each time, all smells made me nauseous, and even ice chips wouldn't stay down. That's when they hooked me up to an IV through Home Health- AMAZING. I was hooked up to a little back pack filled with fluids that I carried around with me for 8 weeks. I still couldn't eat or drink much, but I didn't feel like I was dying. And I mean this quite literally. I've never been so miserable in my life, as when I would pull my pillow up next to the toilet and lay there on the ground, feeling so thirsty. I'm pretty sure that Scott, my doctors, and family, would tell you that I wasn't actually near death at any point. But it sure felt like it.
This is one of the few pictures of me with my IV (you can see it coming out of my left arm, with the black backpack folding the fluid bags). Baby bump was about 15 weeks!
My IV backpack is hidden in this one, but here is me and my daddy in our backyard at my friend Shayla's reception, baby bump 16 weeks.
About four weeks ago Scottie left for Hong Kong. I was supposed to leave not long after that, but no one really felt comfortable sending me overseas until I felt better. About that time my doctor decided that I needed a feeding tube, due to my 15 pound weight loss, and inability to eat anything. I was all for this idea, as it was supposed to speed my recovery up and I wanted desperately to be with my husband. My mom was really nervous about it, but I was all like "get it in me now!!!" so they did it that very day. I had no idea what she was so worried about. Well let me tell you- FEEDING TUBES SUCK.
Putting it in- they walk in with a two foot tube with a little numbing gel on the end, stick it in your nose, and tell you to swallow. Then, you can feel it at the back of your throat, moving, tickling. I can't even explain it. One of my uncle's is handicapped and has had a feeding tube for about half of my life, and I can't even begin to think what that would be like. It was so uncomfortable I started crying when we got home, and they crying restricted my throat so that I started to choke. So I did the very mature thing and sat and whimpered instead, but it doesn't really give you the same relief, you know?
I've had it for about 3 weeks now, and let me tell you, there are more bad things I could say about that tube, I am still not used to it. But I have not felt so good in MONTHS! I will be 19 weeks on Wednesday, and the baby is the size of a bell pepper! I am nearly back up to my pre-pregnancy weight, I can drink and eat more every week, and I have more energy. Now it feels more like I am pregnant, and less like I am dieing. I am so excited for my baby- and guess what?! It's a boy!
So far the best part has been seeing my little boy on the ultrasound, and getting together all of the little baby things. Finding out the sex made everything more real. Now I like to hold the little boy outfits up and imagine how little and cute he will be. I am so excited, and I love him so much already. Scottie is more than pumped to be a daddy, and to have a little boy to throw the football to and make memorize sports stats. We even have a name picked out- Scottie Maverick Stiles. Cute right?!
Here is me and my friend Kirsten at the amazing bridal shower my friend Lauren threw for me. This was my second day with the feeding tube.
My sisters, me, and my mom at my baby shower. Sunnee, Sydney (38 weeks prego- our boys will be so close!), me, and my mom, Joy.
So, this is an update on me and my little bell pepper. Hopefully my next blog post will be less about illness, and more about me being able to move to Hong Kong and see Scottie!
