That's how many days are left before this little one's due date. I'm 17 weeks pregnant today. I have a feeling that I have an anterior placenta which means that it's at the front of my belly instead of at my back. I had this with Miss Abigail, too, and it prevented me from feeling as much kicking and movement as I usually do.
We should be able to confirm this this week as we go in for a sonogram and get to see the little person who is being formed in that "secret place". (Psalm 139:15)
More to come...
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I know, I know...I'm a slouch...
slouch (n) - a lazy, inept, or inefficient person.
So I made a New Year's Resolution to keep up with my blog and well, let's just say it hasn't gone so well. I had good intentions - REALLY!
As you can see from my last post, the year got off to an - interesting - start. And then it got even more interesting...
Let me first give you a little bit of background. After our seventh child was born, I got pregnant again, and had a miscarriage at 9 weeks on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 2007. At the end of February, 2008, I conceived again, but again at 9 weeks, the spotting began. We went for a sonogram and were shocked to find that I had what is medically referred to as a "blighted ovum". When the egg is fertilized and begins to divide, it divides into 3 parts: 1 part becomes the placenta, 1 part becomes the sac, and 1 part becomes the baby. With a blighted ovum, the sac and placenta develop, but the baby doesn't. The sonogram showed an empty sac, while the placenta and sac had developed as in a normal pregnancy. I had all the pregnancy symptoms, because as far as my body knew, I was pregnant - but there was no baby.
We went to my niece's wedding in Connecticut, not knowing when the miscarriage would happen. It was inevitable once my body figured out that there was no baby. The spotting had already started, but we made the decision to go anyway. I won't go into the gory details, except to say that a public rest area, hours from home, is not the best place to have a miscarriage.
We were devastated, to say the least. For months, we cried out to God and sought healing for our pain and loss. And for months, we tried again to conceive - to no avail.
Eventually, we came to the realization that my womb was closed and that "7" truly was the number of completion for us. We finally were at peace with the idea that there would be no more children for us. I started gathering up baby clothes to sell or give away and we packed away the crib and high chair. I did some traveling (for the first time without a baby!) and started designing again - digital scrapbook kits. I haven't actually worked in graphic design since our third was a baby.
As I was "getting on with life" and busy homeschooling five kids, designing and just going day by day, a strange thing happened...I got pregnant!
For a couple weeks (at least), I was in shock! It was like going to someone's funeral, and then having them knock on your door a couple days later. I had mourned the loss of my "baby days", and here they were again. It was surreal!
But I was also skeptical. After four losses - two in a row - I wasn't sure this pregnancy wouldn't end the same way. I didn't want to accept the fact that I was pregnant, because that would mean acknowledging something I would have to give up. I didn't want to go through that pain and suffering again - of saying goodbye to my baby.
So for weeks, I tried to ignore it - but God has a way of grabbing us by the shoulders and shaking us. Let me just say that it is hard to ignore the fact that you are pregnant when you are throwing up constantly! I have NEVER been this sick with morning sickness - in 12 pregnancies! I've had nausea, but never have I been "sick" every day - all day. And the fatigue was incredible! When I wasn't barfing, I was sleeping.
I couldn't teach, I couldn't work, I couldn't cook (smelling meat cooking threw me into another barf binge!) All I could do was sleep - and be sick. And this went on until around the 13th week.
Week 9 was extremely difficult as I held my breath through the whole week, waiting for the spotting to start - it didn't.
Week 14 was also hard as my first miscarriage happened then - but the only thing that happened that week was an increase in the little kicks I had already started to feel.
I was 15 weeks on Monday. According to BabyCenter, here's what little #8 is looking like about now...
Hopefully, next week we'll have a sonogram and see what's going on in there.
All I can say is that God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform. And it ain't over - 'til it's over... At some point in my life, I might finally learn to accept the fact that I am not and never was in control.
The Bible says in Jeremiah 1:5, ""Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart."
He knew that THIS baby was to be part of our lives at THIS time. He has a plan for this child's life and we are so excited to be a part of God's plan.
I will keep you posted as we go forward. Only about 25 weeks to go!
Oh, I forgot to mention that we are due on Dec. 7th - which is a day of gigantic proportions in this house. Our first child was due on Dec. 7th, 1993, and she came right on her due date, like a good little girl.
Our 3rd child was due on that day, but he took his time and came on Dec. 10th. (He's still the last to get up every morning and does everything in his own timing.)
Our 5th child wasn't due until Christmas Eve, but she decided that she wanted to be here in time to get her presents, so she was born on Tori's 9th birthday - Dec. 7th, 2002. (And yep, she's still very energetic and in a hurry to get wherever she wants to go!) So we shall see what happens this Dec. 7th.
In any case, 4 of our 8 children will have been due or born on December 7th. That's got to be some sort of record? :)
Stay tuned...
So I made a New Year's Resolution to keep up with my blog and well, let's just say it hasn't gone so well. I had good intentions - REALLY!
As you can see from my last post, the year got off to an - interesting - start. And then it got even more interesting...
Let me first give you a little bit of background. After our seventh child was born, I got pregnant again, and had a miscarriage at 9 weeks on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 2007. At the end of February, 2008, I conceived again, but again at 9 weeks, the spotting began. We went for a sonogram and were shocked to find that I had what is medically referred to as a "blighted ovum". When the egg is fertilized and begins to divide, it divides into 3 parts: 1 part becomes the placenta, 1 part becomes the sac, and 1 part becomes the baby. With a blighted ovum, the sac and placenta develop, but the baby doesn't. The sonogram showed an empty sac, while the placenta and sac had developed as in a normal pregnancy. I had all the pregnancy symptoms, because as far as my body knew, I was pregnant - but there was no baby.
We went to my niece's wedding in Connecticut, not knowing when the miscarriage would happen. It was inevitable once my body figured out that there was no baby. The spotting had already started, but we made the decision to go anyway. I won't go into the gory details, except to say that a public rest area, hours from home, is not the best place to have a miscarriage.
We were devastated, to say the least. For months, we cried out to God and sought healing for our pain and loss. And for months, we tried again to conceive - to no avail.
Eventually, we came to the realization that my womb was closed and that "7" truly was the number of completion for us. We finally were at peace with the idea that there would be no more children for us. I started gathering up baby clothes to sell or give away and we packed away the crib and high chair. I did some traveling (for the first time without a baby!) and started designing again - digital scrapbook kits. I haven't actually worked in graphic design since our third was a baby.
As I was "getting on with life" and busy homeschooling five kids, designing and just going day by day, a strange thing happened...I got pregnant!
For a couple weeks (at least), I was in shock! It was like going to someone's funeral, and then having them knock on your door a couple days later. I had mourned the loss of my "baby days", and here they were again. It was surreal!
But I was also skeptical. After four losses - two in a row - I wasn't sure this pregnancy wouldn't end the same way. I didn't want to accept the fact that I was pregnant, because that would mean acknowledging something I would have to give up. I didn't want to go through that pain and suffering again - of saying goodbye to my baby.
So for weeks, I tried to ignore it - but God has a way of grabbing us by the shoulders and shaking us. Let me just say that it is hard to ignore the fact that you are pregnant when you are throwing up constantly! I have NEVER been this sick with morning sickness - in 12 pregnancies! I've had nausea, but never have I been "sick" every day - all day. And the fatigue was incredible! When I wasn't barfing, I was sleeping.
I couldn't teach, I couldn't work, I couldn't cook (smelling meat cooking threw me into another barf binge!) All I could do was sleep - and be sick. And this went on until around the 13th week.
Week 9 was extremely difficult as I held my breath through the whole week, waiting for the spotting to start - it didn't.
Week 14 was also hard as my first miscarriage happened then - but the only thing that happened that week was an increase in the little kicks I had already started to feel.
I was 15 weeks on Monday. According to BabyCenter, here's what little #8 is looking like about now...
Hopefully, next week we'll have a sonogram and see what's going on in there.
All I can say is that God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform. And it ain't over - 'til it's over... At some point in my life, I might finally learn to accept the fact that I am not and never was in control.
The Bible says in Jeremiah 1:5, ""Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart."
He knew that THIS baby was to be part of our lives at THIS time. He has a plan for this child's life and we are so excited to be a part of God's plan.
I will keep you posted as we go forward. Only about 25 weeks to go!
Oh, I forgot to mention that we are due on Dec. 7th - which is a day of gigantic proportions in this house. Our first child was due on Dec. 7th, 1993, and she came right on her due date, like a good little girl.
Our 3rd child was due on that day, but he took his time and came on Dec. 10th. (He's still the last to get up every morning and does everything in his own timing.)
Our 5th child wasn't due until Christmas Eve, but she decided that she wanted to be here in time to get her presents, so she was born on Tori's 9th birthday - Dec. 7th, 2002. (And yep, she's still very energetic and in a hurry to get wherever she wants to go!) So we shall see what happens this Dec. 7th.
In any case, 4 of our 8 children will have been due or born on December 7th. That's got to be some sort of record? :)
Stay tuned...
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