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High Risk Appointments and Ligament Stretching




Because I am going to be 35 when the baby is born, as well as my Hughes Syndrome, my OB thought it best that we consult with a high risk doctor at Maternal Fetal Medicine from UAB.  I was 10 weeks for that appointment and everything went great. They did an ultrasound and Andrew got to see the baby for the first time. Apparently our little Turner hears the music because during the ultrasound he was bobbing his head, almost like it was in tune to music.




This is 10 weeks of baby. My ligament stretching and pain has started and today it's been pretty bad. I can tell I'm pregnant thanks to my belly and I'm pretty shocked that I'm this big this fast. That being said, somehow, somewhere, I'm going to have to find a bra that holds these babies in. Because that is the other place that I'm rapidly expanding. 

Little Turner is growing quickly as well. Everything looked great. Heartbeat and all. And of course Daddy Andrew was just flabbergasted and excited.







So apparently even though I am high risk, they aren't very concerned at all about blood clots and are more concerned about the veins in my legs. I'm supposed to stay off of my legs as much as possible. And thank goodness I'll only be seen once a month, like normal women. Because I'm just fine. 

Currently, I still can't stomach Mexican food, although avocados are always a go. I'm having to substitute all my sweet cravings with fruit. All I want is cake and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. For now. I'm sure that will change. Also, I cannot get enough water. I am craving water all the time. Good, cold water. Our anatomy scan will be in about 6 weeks and then we'll know if we're having a boy or girl.

 The only other symptom I'm really experiencing lately is the stretching pain in my belly. I have finally figured out how to sleep without any pills. Maybe it took being pregnant to get past the insomnia I've suffered from for the past five years? 

The only other thing to report is that my sweet Mom and Aunt Paula took me to get some maternity pants and clothes because I literally CANNOT fit into my pants anymore. I would give anything to have normal legs and be able to wear a cute dress or skirt. But alas. We all deal with the hand we are dealt and I am blessed and loved by God. 

Oh and one more for the road....

This is the belly at 11 weeks! We'll be hitting the second trimester soon and couldn't be happier. 



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