I know that this isn’t going to come as a big shock, but…
Ravi and I are expecting another little Expat Bostonian in mid-November. I’m approximately 10 weeks in, and we’ve had several ultrasounds the confirm a healthy single baby with a good heartbeat.
We’ve been sharing the news quietly, but with the trip home (and the greatest risk of miscarriage behind us) we are happy to share our news with all of you.
We have a tradition of giving the baby a nickname to use during pregnancy. We won’t find out the sex for another couple of months (yes, we’re dying to know), so we need to call him/her something for now. Elanor was called “Emby” because when we found out about her, she was developmentally an Embryo–hence Emby. This one has earned the name “Wheelie” for now…combining the fact that I was wheelchair bound at the time and we were pretty shocked; our reaction to the news was “REALLY???” as the positive test followed 4 negative pregnancy tests. Not that we weren’t trying and hoping for a positive…just after 4 negatives, it wasn’t what we were expecting. So…Wheelie.
No worries about this turning into a pregnancy journal, although obviously I’ll post about stuff from time to time.
Thus far, I’m deeply grateful to say I’ve only throw up once, although I’m often nauseous and have run from “bad smells” on multiple occasions. I’m tired quite a bit of the time (which is again, totally normal in the first trimester). My diabetic control thus far is perfect, and my a1c (long term blood sugar reading) is down into the normal range thanks to insulin and monitoring. This makes a nice change from the near constant puking I had with Elanor from week 7 through delivery.
I’ve found an OB locally at Gleneagles Hospital, and she’s working in tandem with my team in Boston (who I’ll visit while home just to check up on things and run a few tests) so I feel confident in the decisions we’re making together.
I hope you’ll join us in our excitement.