Remember me? I know, it’s been a little while. I’ve missed you… I’ve missed this space. It’s funny, I didn’t plan on taking a little 3 month hiatus and yet – here I am. Funny how life happens.
Speaking of life happening, we’ve got little bit of news over here.
We’re expecting another vegan babe!
I’m a few days past 17 weeks along and feeling great. I was going to share the news a little earlier but after experiencing loss once before prior to Woodrow, I certainly hesitated in sharing too much too soon. Plus I’m not going to lie, my kitchen creations have been less than inspired in recent weeks and I found it really hard to gear myself up to blog. So basically, without totally just pinning my lack of blogging on the whole pregnancy thing, I’m totally going to pin it all on the pregnancy thing.
After a virtually symptom-free experience with Woodrow’s pregnancy I guess it was only fair that I had the pleasure of enduring a bit of mild nausea and all around ickiness this time around. Thankfully it had passed for the most part by about week 10, save for a few sponatneous episodes of gagging here and there. And the bloating and gas. Aye. So much. (Over share? Sorry!) And there was the exhaustion of the first trimester too that saw me in bed promptly at 830pm many nights. That aside I’ve been feeling wonderful.
The one downside was that because of the Zika outbreaks and scares in early 2016, I actually stayed home from our annual winter family holiday in Mexico while Mark and Woodrow went on without me. It was just the only viable option in our eyes, as minimal as the risk may have been, we weren’t about to jeopardize the health of the little one growing inside me. So I missed the beach and the sand in my toes and the break from our brutal winters up here, but on the upside, while the boys sunned themselves and explored Mayan ruins, I had plenty of free time to lunch with friends and nap!
As I mentioned, my eats have been pretty boring. For a while there I was eating not a whole lot more than toast and fruit (thanks nausea!). When I have been up for something a bit more varied the old pregnancy cravings have made for some weird dishes – certainly not anything that I thought anyone here would care to have the recipes for! Do you really need a recipe from my greens + hummus + kimchi phase? Not exactly everyone’s cup of tea! (Side note: still can’t get enough kimchi.) And there has also been an awful lot of lazy take out dinners from Tucos. My biggest cravings so far have been for tangy, fermented things, ginger kombucha and ALL THE FRUIT.
To catch you up on our health care thus far, we’re thrilled to be working with our beloved midwives again. I’ve gushed about them before and if you have any questions, I’d be happy to gush about them again. They’re simply the best. Here’s what’s been going on in a nutshell:
At 9 weeks I had an ultrasound for dating. At the same time we verified that there was indeed a little one with a beating heart. (Celebration!!) I was cautiously optimistic, yet very anxious up until this point after discovering the lack of a heartbeat and what was diagnosed as a partial molar pregnancy at an 11 week ultrasound during our first pregnancy in 2010.
At 11.5 weeks and on my birthday I got to hear our baby’s heartbeat for the first time at my midwife appointment. Woodrow came along too and was a big helper squeezing the blue goo on the doppler wand with my midwife. It was the best gift ever.
At 15.5 weeks we got to hear it again at our next appointment. It’s so amazing and blows my mind every time. I also had some routine bloodwork done to check my iron, iron stores, etc. Will get those results in a couple weeks at my next appointment.
Coming up we have another ultrasound scheduled at the end of this month for the anatomy scan. This is also the time when you can opt find out the baby’s sex. With Woodrow we decided we really wanted to keep things a surprise until the birth. We also wanted to avoid being gifted very gendered clothing and toys, and being able to whittle down baby names to either boys names or girls names just wasn’t reason enough for us. When my birthing day came, it was such a magical moment, finding out he was a boy! It seems a bit silly I know, but it was almost as if he decided on his way out the door, “Hello world! I’m a boy!”
There is a big part of me that wants to experience that magical moment of the reveal again at the birth. But at the same time with this second (and most likely last) babe, part of me wants to know in advance – it’s like finding out a big secret! Mark is leaning towards wanting to find out too. We’re so busy with life already and have another huge project in the works (more on that another day), so in some ways Mark thinks we don’t need another surprise, and the more we can wrap our heads around who this little one may be in advance the better. But in terms of planning and preparations, the reality is we don’t have much to do: we live in a 2 bedroom home so it’s not as though we have another nursery to plan for. And although knowing the sex might help a little bit in terms of sorting out what to keep from Woodrow’s baby clothes that I saved, most of it was so neutral anyway. At this point the decision is totally up in the air!
To find out, or to not find out… What would/did you do?