No, I'm not talking about emotional or figurative scars, but the actual scars from all of my surgeries. I've basically had two c-sections, and I've had three laparoscopies, two of which were this year. So I have found over the past couple weeks that my pants are digging into my scars. Luckily I have some fat pants that I've been able to wear and still have some room to spare, but I don't know how much longer I will be able to tolerate the waist-line digging into my abdomen.
I actually went up into the attic last weekend and pulled down my giant bag of maternity clothes and washed up all of the early maternity stuff. I've tried the pants on (oh how I have missed them!), but they are still too big to be worn on a regular basis. Boo! I also discovered that I will have to do some maternity clothes shopping with this pregnancy because I am pregnant in different seasons. I was four months ahead of where I am with this pregnancy, which means I won't have a lot of clothing overlap.
I'm starting this pregnancy 4-5lbs lighter than my pregnancy with Little Bean, so I might be able to hold off wearing maternity clothes for as long as I did with her. I know I will be one of those moms who show earlier the second time. Heck, I can already see my baby bump growing. But baby bump aside, I am going all out for comfort. If I can't handle wearing non-maternity clothes even a week from now because of my scars, I'm going to wear my maternity clothes, and anyone who thinks anything of it can stuff it. That's the great thing about being me, I don't care what other people think about me. If they don't like it, that's their problem, not mine.
As for the pregnancy, it is going annoyingly easy, just like Little Bean's. My biggest complaint is the same with this one as it was with the first: I don't have enough symptoms! I don't have morning sickness at all. I don't have any of the symptoms you read about in the books. I seriously sit here all day waiting for some sign that everything is okay in there. If I have a day where I feel like crap at all, I'm happy as a clam.
The only small symptoms I do have are heartburn at bedtime and some exhaustion. As soon as my butt hits the couch when I get home after work, I'm out. I have had a teeny, tiny bit of nausea here and there, but its not enough to write home about. I still hate the cramps. I know they are part of the uterus growing, but I hate them. A lot.
My next appointment is with my OB on Tuesday. I'm hoping it will include a sono. If memory serves, the 8-week appointment with Little Bean was our first sono, so I'm hoping that's right. I just want to check in! I think this will also be the appointment where they talk a few pints of blood. Okay, so its not pints, but it feels like it.
I still haven't figured out what to call this baby on the blog yet. I have names picked out for real life, but not for the blog. Isn't that kind of backwards? lol I still can't think of anything I like. If I ask Baby Bean, she thinks we should name the baby Kate, but what if it is a boy? I'd have to answer to blogging about him as Baby Kate. (Hubs is officially excluded from contributing blog baby names.)
Well, that's all I have for now. I'm going to just sit here and watch some TV now. Laters!