9 weeks, 1 day

9 weeks, 3 days was when I found out that my first pregnancy had stopped progressing. I had felt like my world had suddenly crumbled around me. I didn't expect news like this at my first prenatal appointment. Honestly, the thought of miscarriage had never entered my mind.

And now here we are, coming up on that same point in this pregnancy. Miscarriage has been on my mind everyday this time. I know the possibilities now. I am no longer naive and excited. Fear is ever present.

But Hope is growing stronger. Faith tells me that we will move past this week with a beating heart, and a viable pregnancy. I'm starting to feel more confident that we will make it to the next prenatal appointment, if not beyond.
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Symptoms-wise, I still feel pretty miserable. The sea-bands seem to have really helped with the nausea, but I still gag through brushing my teeth every morning. I call it my "near-puke experience." I'm also hungry all the time, which is a weird thing to have with nausea.

My boobs have grown and are starting to look like road maps with the blue veins. I'm tired and ready for a nap by 10 am. I can't sleep all night because I have to get up at least 4-5 times to pee. I'm also emotional, and I have a very stuffy nose.

I have a new little bulge in my lower abdomen. We found out yesterday, that it is indeed, my uterus! Paul didn't believe me, but I knew that it had been soft and squishy before, and now seems more firm. Sure enough, when we placed the ultrasound wand there, we found the baby!
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Things have been busy and stressful around here as we prepare to move. We've put the house on the market, although we haven't had any lookers yet. Apparently August is a slow month in Real Estate. We have an open house this weekend, though, so hopefully that will help.

I've had contractors from the builder going in to finish up some last points on our punch list. I've actually been getting quite the run-around from my builder, so I've had to go hormonal on his ass. Hopefully, the contractors will be finished with everything this week. They keep making huge messes that I have to clean in case someone wants to see the house. And my cats are miserable having to spend all of their time in the basement so that they don't put pawprints on the newly finished hardwood floor.

I promise you that our next house will not be a brand new one, and we will never build again.

So this weekend, we head to Harrisburg to look at houses. There are a couple that we have seen on the internet that look very promising. It looks like there are a lot of houses on the market there, so I don't think that we will have a problem finding something that we like. The hard part in all of this will be selling this home.

It's going to take Paul a few months to get his license reinstated in PA, as well as get credentialed to work in the hospitals in Harrisburg, so we have some time. I really hope that everything works out sooner than later, as it would be much nicer to move during my second trimester, than my third.

I'm really not looking forward to the actual move, either. Our move into this house was a comedy of errors that I will have to expand upon in another post. Let's just say that I was grateful for my FIL's homemade wine that weekend. And this time, I won't even be able to drink!!