I know I said that I didn’t necessarily plan on talking so much about pregnancy, but I wanted to write something out so I’d always have it in my memory box on my blog. We definitely don’t have some crazy story, but we’ve always known that when the time came to start a family, we wanted it to happen during his shore duty. Shore duty, I’ve always referred to it as the downtime from going out to sea and having a more set work schedule, but that’s not really the case nowadays. We got extremely lucky with A‘s shore duty since we’re overseas for two years while he goes back to school.
Why’d you wait til shore duty?
With A being in the submarine force, his work schedule was unpredictable and he was out at sea a lot. Yep, deployments aren’t the only times when they’re out in big ole blue. For our first, we both knew that we wanted to ensure he could be there for the birth and have as much time with our little one as possible. With his school schedule, he has a bit more freedom. After we left Hawai’i, we moved to Virginia for about 9 months and during that time we considered trying, but we didn’t want to run into possibly being told to stay in the US for delivery. With being part of the Olmsted Foundation, we knew his orders were highly unlikely to change in this scenario, so we decided to wait until towards the end of our time in Virginia.
At this point, I’ve been off birth control for over a year, taking prenatal vitamins since October, and had my exams with my OB. As far as we knew, we were in the clear and deemed “healthy” to start trying. It took us 2 months of trying before we got pregnant and that surprised us because we didn’t think it would happen so quickly especially with the fact that we were indeed trying.
After I took a couple of tests, I remember telling A right away. No special way to tell him, I just flat out told him. We were very calm and collected once we learned the result and we stayed like that for all of the first trimester even after getting my blood test to confirm it. Actually, we’ve been calm/easy-going this entire pregnancy. Naturally, with the first trimester, we wanted to stay on the safe side of things and not get too excited because anything can happen.
Besides A, my mom was the first to know. I’m very close with my mom and I tell her just about everything. After my first prenatal appointment with the most amazing OB ever, I knew I wanted to wait until I flew home to visit my family before our big move to share the big news. My doctor made sure I had all the necessary lab work done before our overseas PCS, which was extremely comforting. We opted to find out the sex through blood tests and got the results a few days before we flew to Slovenia. It was crazy that we learned early on that we were expecting a little girl!
Like most, it was zero fun! I want to say I had it easier than most because of the fact that I didn’t throw up at all, I did feel miserable though until about 14 weeks. The smell of garlic was a huge no, laying down in bed was my all time favorite, and taking that football of a vitamin was quite the task. And don’t even get me started on all the peeing! A full night of sleep has pretty much been non-existent since the first trimester.
Everyone was right, you really do get your energy back and you start to feel somewhat normal again. I knew once I started to get into the “normal-ness” stage, I wanted to be active. In Virginia, I was doing kickboxing for a while, as much as I would have loved to continue that, I felt absolutely horrible so I didn’t even bother going the remainder of my time there. I stuck with some jogging/running on the days I felt up for it or walked on the treadmill. Once we got to Slovenia, I tried running around the city with A, but it was a bit tough for me, so I just stuck with walking.
I had all these intentions so be this fit pregnant lady, but walking and hiking (nothing insane, listen to your body) worked perfectly fine for me. And it helps that we live in a walk-friendly city. We barely drive unless it’s for my doctor appointments or grocery shopping.
As of about a week and a half ago, we’re officially in the trimester and it’s surreal. I can’t believe how quickly this pregnancy has gone and there’s still so much to be done. This week we’re heading to France to meet up with friends and it’ll probably be our last trip before baby arrives since A starts school in just a few weeks. Pretty much we’ll be using the remainder of our time getting the nursery ready, I’ve decided to tackle a couple of DIY projects, but we’ll see how that turns out. I’ll make sure to share the progress on my Instagram stories.
Well that’s all I got for our little pregnancy story, nothing too crazy.
Taking pictures of my bump hasn’t really been my thing, as you can tell, I’ve been super inconsistent with it. To be honest, I’m not even entirely sure the weeks are correct except for the 28 weeks because I took that one last week!
I’d love to hear from you about your pregnancy experiences, I’m constantly benefitting from other moms and their wisdom 😉
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