It's almost beach time!

A lot of people have been asking how I've been feeling, so I thought I would post before we head off to the beach on Thursday. I've been feeling better, but the sickness definitely isn't gone. I have good times of day and not so good times, and I found out the hard way that I should not go too long without eating. I am still down about 2 lbs. overall (I'm assuming I'll make up for that another time), but my belly is definitely changing.

Stan has been absolutely fantastic. I'm going on 9 weeks of not feeling good, and he is definitely a trooper. If I get hungry for something in particular, he will stop for it on his way home from a full day of work or even go back out to get it after he gets home. He doesn't even run away when I'm throwing up (like I do when he's sick). :) He has been extremely understanding of all the weird things that have been happening to my body, and he still tells me all the time that he loves me which is the most important.

On Thursday, we are headed to Sea Isle City for 10 days. Although I love it there in our quaint little beach house, it has no air conditioning, and I'm wondering what that will do for the nausea. Hopefully all will be well, and I can enjoy our vacation without incident. Thanks for all your thoughts and well wishes. I'll be thrilled to post again once the sickness is over. Our next appointment is July 13 when we get back, so I'll update then!

Doctor's Appointment

We had another appointment on Wednesday. In the office, she couldn't find the heartbeat, so we had to go down to the ultrasound area. Luckily, she found it right away, and we got another picture! :) The baby was moving all around, and it was even waving to us. The scan came out really small, but the circle on the right is the head (dark spots are the eyes), and the circle on the left is the body. There is a little white speck above the body which is its hand (while waving).

As far as how I've been feeling - I was actually feeling a whole lot better for about a week, but I've been feeling sick again since Thursday. Today is the beginning of my 13th week, and I'm hoping and praying that the sickness goes away!

I have one more week of school left, and a few more weeks of grad school (yuck). I can't wait until I can just relax and do absolutely NOTHING for awhile. Our next appointment isn't until the middle of July. I'll keep you all posted!!

Baby Palczewski on the way!!

On April 30th, after a week of feeling sick, I decided to take a pregnancy test. It was a week before I was even due, so I didn't expect it to be positive. I got home from school, took the test and went downstairs to take Pugsley out. I went upstairs giving myself a pep talk "If it's not positive, it doesn't mean you're not pregnant - it's just early." I walked into the bathroom, and I saw that it was positive. I almost fainted! I started jumping up and down, and Pugsley starting jumping up and down.

When Stan got home, I told him that I wasn't feeling well and asked if he could go upstairs and get me an Advil. I put the bottle right next to the pregnancy test. I heard him walk upstairs, walk into the bathroom and pause for awhile. The next thing I heard was, "What the heck is this????" So after many hugs and kisses, we finally settled into a state of shock that this was really happening.

The Monday after, I went into the doctor's office because I was having some bleeding. The doctor pretty much said that there was no way I could be sick already. She thought I was farther along than I thought, so she sent us for an ultrasound. We went into the ultrasound thinking we were 3 weeks pregnant, and we came out 7 weeks pregnant (that was the fastest month of my life). We got to see the baby and hear the heartbeat during that appointment and eventually the bleeding stopped. We've had two appointments since then, and all is well! We got to see the baby one more time and hear the heartbeat both times. Our next appointment is June 10th. Stay tuned!

Everybody's doing it...

Well, each time one of my friends got pregnant, they got a blog, so I guess it's time for me to have one too! This year for my birthday, Stan got me a shirt that says "I love my Polish husband," and he got himself a shirt that says, "Polish and Proud." Once we found out that we were expecting, it was back to the Polish website where we found a onesie that said, "Lil Pierogie" so that is where our name came from! :)