My First Few Weeks Pregnant With #2

Welp, number two has been an amazing surprise. We weren’t actively trying but were also of the mindset that if I got pregnant, so be it. We actively tried for a few months at the end of the last year that resulted in a chemical pregnancy (any pregnancy that ends before 5 weeks) and then shit happened and we decided to hold off on actively trying and just tracking my ovulation to “avoid” it.

the best plans are sometimes unexpected

I vacationed in Illinois the beginning of May and came home about the 6th of May. A vacation was all I needed for my cortisol levels to drop and my libido to return (I mean I know that’s the point of a vacation, to relax) but I honestly wasn’t expecting much relaxation if I’m honest. Between driving to Illinois with a 4 year old, my brother, and in a new van that I had only had maybe three weeks and was still getting used to driving, I expected nothing but stress and anxiety.

Surprisingly after the first day of driving (which was completely anxiety filled and talking myself out of turning around), I truly enjoyed my entire Illinois trip. And on the way home, I was so excited to be home, to see Sam and my dogs, and my bed. Fuck I missed my bed. Before we left Illinois, I totally thought I had ovulated due to my cervical mucus. Had all my normal signs and symptoms of it and was honestly excited to be able to get back home and immediately jump Sam’s bones 😂

definitely miscalculated

It’s safe to say, I definitely did NOT ovulate in Illinois. About 3 or 4 days after we did the deed, I had some random bouts of nausea (which I had with my chemical pregnancy) and was showing some signs of ovulation (which in my head I had already had so I was confused AF). I told Sam, I’m not sure if I ovulated in Illinois or not, but if I didn’t, we literally did the deed right before ovulation, or literally ON my ovulation day.

We both were ok with it. If I got pregnant, I got pregnant 🤷‍♀️ We’ve been wanting baby #2 for so long and have just continue to put it off “for the right time” that if I got pregnant, cool. Takes my anxiety and hyper focus away from trying 😂

7 days post ovulation (hypothetically)

Because I’m not sure exactly when I ovulated, I’m assuming the very first and VERRRRY faint positive test I got was at 7dpo I was not surprised. I had an inkling. Between the day 3/4dpo waves of nausea, to the cravings spicy foods the night of 6dpo, I was half expecting a positive. I just wasn’t expecting one that early. I’ve NEVER revived any inkling of a pink line that early AT ALL. So honestly, I didn’t quite believe it.

And then 8dpo the line got darker.

And then 9dpo the line got darker.

and so on.

Until I had this beautiful line progression that ended at 12 dp0. I was for sure pregnant.

Week 4 (missed period week)

The nausea started.

But it was super mild. Like eating crackers and sipping ginger ale helped. Essential oils helped (I literally stuck a tube of essential oils in my mask during a birth I attended that week). Which was fucking crazy because I had Hyperemesis Gravidarum with my first and NOTHING helped besides antiemetics and bags of fluids through an IV.

Other than the nausea and some cramping, I didn’t feel pregnant.

But I was deathly afraid of having HG again. I mean anxiety ridden anytime a wave of nausea hit. It was definitely triggering some PTSD from my first pregnancy, but I told myself that I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this pregnancy for as long as I could. HG takes so much from a person, including their family, so Sam and I did anything we could with Killian to make memories before we thought the HG would kick in.

I felt like a ticking time bomb with no time limit of a detonation.

And that really fucks with your brain.