The Pregnancy

I will admit it-  I am just not very good at being pregnant.  I was elated that we were expecting a baby, but I really didn't enjoy the actual pregnancy.

Before I was pregnant with Eileen, David and I suffered two miscarriages.  Because of that, I was scared to death that something was going to go wrong.  I worried about anything and everything.  I worried even though my wonderful doctor had found the reason for the previous miscarriages and assured me that she could solve the problem with a simple prescription.

And I was sick.  I vomited at least once a day for the first half of my pregnancy.  Just the thought of certain foods (chicken) made me so nauseous that I couldn't function.

At about five months pregnant, I found that I was no longer sick and I took the opportunity to enjoy the perks of pregnancy (i.e. guilt-free eating).  I enjoyed those guilty pleasure foods that I had denied myself before I got pregnant.  It showed:

That's me at 34 weeks pregnant.  I'm standing between two skinny people (big mistake): my sister Amy and my Aunt Patti.

At 36 weeks, my blood pressure spiked and I got put on bed rest.  I know what you're thinking:  Your doctor ordered you to sit on your butt and watch TV all day.  That must have been FABULOUS!


It was fabulous.  For the first two days.  Then it got old and I began to yearn for human contact (Facebook doesn't count) and the ability to get things done.  Bed rest is especially hard when you've got a nagging nesting instinct and want to be able to get everything just so for the new baby.

Because of my blood pressure, Dr. Powell decided that I could be induced at 39 weeks.  On November 22.  YAY!

And that's when our healthy, perfect baby Eileen was born.  More on that in a future post.


*As much as I didn't really enjoy being pregnant, it was absolutely worth it.  When I say that I didn't like pregnancy, I do not mean to diminish how grateful David and I were that I had a normal pregnancy and that we were blessed with a healthy, beautiful little girl.