A month is quite a while to go especially if you’re a writer and trying to maintain an active audience with a blog. Essentially, I’ve broken one of the cardinal rules of blogging, but in my defense I’ve literally felt like I’ve been on my death bed. You see, for those of you who don’t know yet, my husband and I are expecting Version 2.0 of the Doser clan to make an appearance on December 20th.

Was this something we were working towards? Yep. Was I over the moon excited? Yes and no. My husband was super excited, but me? Well, let’s just say my hormones have kicked into high gear and for the first week after I found out I was pregnant, my immense paranoia and fears started weighing down on me.

Now that I’m moving into my ninth week (some say this is a bit too soon to share the news, but I’ve never been great at keeping secrets; however, I am better than my husband), a lot of fears and worries are now being beaten into submission by an intense sense of nausea mixed with the arrival of migraines, something I didn’t experience quite so soon with Davey.

So, how is this one different so far? It’s been a bit harder and I’ve actually found that all it took to lose those last 10 pounds I gained with Davey, was to just become pregnant. Yep. I’ve managed to lose some weight, which is a complete reversal of the days of Davey. With that little porker, I immediately started gaining weight.

My hormones have sky rocketed, and I’m incessantly sobbing at even the slightest thing. I am back to my “woe is me” attitude of asking my husband if he hates me because I’m not carrying as much of the load. I’m also finding that it’s a lot more exhausting this time around, but that’s probably because I’m a stay-at-home mom, who has a non-stop job of caring for a near 20 month old. When I was pregnant with Davey, all I had to do was leave work early, come home and take a nap. There were no responsibilities and no one to take care of except little ole me. Not the case this time.

And just to kinda gross some of you out, although if you’ve been pregnant before, it’s highly unlikely anything will gross you out, I do not have to take stool softeners this time around. Gasp! How embarrassing to discuss such things, you say! Yeah, well, if you’ve been following this blog since it’s inception over two years ago, you likely read how I suffered from the inability to actually do a number two for nearly a week! Not so this time, as a matter of fact, I have more movements in a day than I normally have in a week. I suppose that could contribute to the weight loss.

Last week was my first doctor’s appointment and we were able to get an ultrasound of Butterbean 2.0 (Davey was 1.0 if you recall), and she looks healthy and has a heartbeat of 176, which I understand to be strong. And, yeah, you read that pronoun correctly, I did say “she” and that’s because I have a firm feeling that this little bundle of joy is going to be my payback for all the hell I put my parents through.

So, all I can say is stay tuned, life is about to get a lot more interesting on the Doser Range. New adventures abound and this time I have Davey along for the ride. Can’t wait to see what’s in store over the next few months.