Ugh, I’ve got to get better at writing!
So anywho, I told you all about Thanksgiving. 10 days after we got back from that trip, I left for a month-long Christmas vacation. The plan was to hang out in NJ for 10 days, visiting with family and friends, and then make my way down to Florida to meet D and stay with my folks for the holidays. I had planned such a long stay because I originally booked the trip before I was pregnant, thinking I would be getting some “2nd opinion” testing in Florida. Well as it turned out, I didn’t need that! But I was grateful for the long stay with my parents none the less. I could have maybe done with less time in NJ, only because I was feeling like crap most of the days.
I was pretty short on cash, so I stayed at my brother’s house. My niece is 3, and she’s up at 6am every day! So me, dealing with pregnancy exhaustion and all that, found myself going to bed when she did, at 8pm most nights. But it was worth it.
In my previous 3 pregnancies, I had not gotten to the point of getting morning sickness. So the fact that I was feeling quite crummy was actually pretty encouraging. I was in the 8-9 week range when I was in NJ, and even though I had that little reassurance of sickness, I was still pretty much freaking out, since this is the time when things tended to go south for me. I tried to get an appointment for a scan at a few places, but had no luck. So I had to settle for an appointment in Florida, but it wasn’t until January! It felt like forever to wait.
So I enjoyed (as best I could) my 10 days in NJ, but was really looking forward to just letting myself be the baby of the family again when I got to my folks in Florida. They had just moved back to Florida, and so we were all staying in a temporary apartment. It was cozy, but totally fine with me. D and I had our own bedroom and bathroom, and that’s all we needed. It was great to be treated like “the kids.” Even though my husband says my folks, especially my mom, spoil me! Oh well!
D could only take off a week from work, so his time there went pretty fast. We got to see one of my best friends, whom I’ve known since 5th grade. We enjoyed a great brunch with her and her husband, and some beach time on a particularly nice day!
Christmas morning came and went, and we got many nice gifts as usual. I was feeling not that great unfortunately.
My mom’s “big gift” to me was a nice surprise, she was taking me to Disney World for 3 days! I prayed that I would be feeling ok for the trip! (Spoiler alert, I felt pretty good!)
Soon it was time for D to leave, and it was just me, my folks and the dogs once again. Unfortunately, he had to leave before my Jan. 2nd appointment, to make sure everything was still going ok with the pregnancy. I was so nervous, to the point of tears that day. It seemed to take forever to get the scan done, and when the doctor started, I couldn’t look. Finally she said “It’s good,” and I looked at the monitor to see my little baby, moving all around! It was so crazy. The last time I had seen the baby was at 8 weeks, (When really there’s not much to see) and it had grown SO much! I told the nurse that my mom could come in and see, and of course she lost it. It was a good day :)