We’ve now been through the first couple appointments.  The first one was last Wednesday, and honestly not very much happened.  We met with a nurse and she gave us some information and then I went over to their lab and they took about 4 vials of my blood and some urine for some routine tests.  Haven’t heard the results of those yet.

 Friday’s appointment was the best appointment of my life!  We had our first ultrasound and got to see the baby for the first time.  I know that I shouldn’t have, but I’ve been reading all these posts in the pregnancy websites about first ultrasounds going all wrong so I was pretty nervous.  There are so many things that can go wrong in the first few weeks before knowing anything is wrong, like a tubular pregnancy, and empty gestational sack or a baby that’s too small or has no heart beat.  Thankfully, our baby was easy to see and had a heart beat that we were even able to hear.  So amazing, such a tiny little heart is beating at the incredible rate of 146 beats per minute.  There is a living, heart beating human growing inside of me!  Truly amazing!  We could even see the little white flicker of the heartbeat on the monitor.  Additionally, they dated me at 7 weeks, 3 days, instead of 7 weeks, 1 day like I had estimated.  So, yay!  Already a little further along than I thought!

 My running was pretty hard for me all last week but then on Saturday seemed to go a little bit better.  It was a very busy, very long weekend.  I took Friday off of work to help my sister with her wedding stuff and it ended up being a very long day.  The night before the wedding we were up until 1:30 am and I got up at 7 am to get my 6 mile run in.  And I had one of the best runs I’ve had in a very long time.  It was definitely a little faster than I’ve been going and I didn’t feel exhausted by the end either.  The remainder of the day I was running around and so busy.  My sister’s wedding went great and it was such a happy day spent with a lot of family, but it was a really long day and I feel like I’m still not recovered. 

 It was hard being around so much family on Saturday and not sharing the news, but it was my sister’s day and also it is too soon to be telling the world!

 Some of the pregnancy symptoms are really starting to show themselves lately.  On Sunday morning I had Tim run out to the store and get me some bagels, cream cheese and Silk Light Chocolate soy milk.  We had English muffins in the house but I wanted a bagel.  My belly felt really icky.  I haven’t thrown up yet, but I do get a queasy, not so great feeling.  Usually eating really seems to help.  Today however, after lunch I felt more queasy then I did before I ate.  So…I waited a while then ate more and that seemed to help.

 I’ve been weighing myself every Friday morning and this past weigh in I was shocked to see I’d gone up almost 2 full pounds!  I’m not worried about it yet, but I was just surprised.  Additionally, my stomach looks completely different.  It puffs out and just doesn’t look like the lean muscle I had seen not too long ago.  I’m not worried about it, my first priority is making sure the baby is getting enough nutrients, but I try to avoid looking in the mirror now when my shirt is off.

 My run this morning was not as easy as Saturday’s.  It wasn’t as bad as some of them have been but it was hard at a few points.  Still, I got through it and felt better afterwards. 

 My strength training on the other hand…ugh!  That has been so hard to stay motivated for.  I know I need to do it and its likely I won’t be able to do much of it later in the pregnancy, yet its sooo hard!  And I have no desire to do it!  But I don’t want my muscles to fade away either.  Plus I know its good for delivery if you’re stronger.  So, I’ve been compromising with myself.  I’ve gone from 3 days a week down to just 2 and instead of trying to gain, now I’m just trying to maintain what I have.  And even that seems so hard.  When all you feel like doing is laying down and sleeping, finding a way to do 25 push ups, followed by 25 tri dips, 15 push ups, 25 tri dips and then abs…its just a constant challenge to get myself to do it!

Me and Tim at my sister’s wedding