Well, it turns out that I’m not the first person* to have terrible morning sickness that just goes away well before the end of the first trimester without meaning anything is wrong. [Now, wasn’t that nice of me to put the thesis in the opening paragraph? Make a note, wayward 1A students.]

Peanut and I went to see the doctor, with me telling him that, since I’m not feeling sick anymore, I probably had some germs in my tummy, not a baby in my uterus. Because sick from germs goes away and sick from babies usually doesn’t. He’s known those are the two options. I didn’t want to tell him, because it’s way too early and things could go wrong, but it’s really hard for a little guy to see his mom barfing five and six times a day and not get some reasonable explanation. So he knows the choices are germs or baby. He’s always been sure it’s a baby.

So the doc tried for a doppler heartbeat. Nothing. Then she pulled out the ultrasound (which made for really premature discussion about where she would put it and why boys have one hole for pee but girls have one hole for pee and one for babies) and said she didn’t know what I was worried about, but there was a really healthy heartbeat and a baby growing exactly as it should (no slowing down, which would have decreased the hormones and explained the lack of sickness but meant it was probably not viable).

Peanut said, immediately after the doc left, that he didn’t like her or her office or her toys. And he doesn’t want a baby. So sweet and classic and predictable and understandable. I only said, “I understand. Do you want to tell me more about that?” He said that Madeline, his stuffed monkey didn’t like the doctor or the office or the toys or babies, either. Fair enough.

Then after Spouse came home Peanut stopped mid-bite at dinner to announce the baby’s presence to Daddy and ran to get his picture of the baby and told Daddy that he would be a really nice brother because he could give the baby a rattle if it was crying or pat it on the head. And do we know the baby’s name and if he thinks of a really nice name he will call the baby that name and how about his friend’s name and how will I get the baby out (when it’s ready I’ll push really hard; thank goodness that was enough info) and maybe if the baby wants some tortellini he will share his. I’m sure he’ll go back and forth a lot, but this steady patter of positive was even more sweet (and less predictable) than the anti-OB tirade, and was the first time I was pretty sure how I felt about the whole daunting and terrifying and overwhelming prospect of next year.

And he says it’s a girl. He was right about his cousins’ genders and about his friend’s brother. So we’ll see. Ink said the same thing, though, and she’s right about everything, may the Universe help us.

*If, like me, you searched “morning sickness disappeared 9 weeks,” and found very little online about whether it means the baby stoped growing, why then I’m telling you it’s possible to feel much better early, though most first trimester symptoms disappear around week 12, like 9000% better around week 9 with no problems whatsoever. Have your midwife or doctor check.

11 thoughts on “Whew.

  1. Smile.

    You knew you were an original, didn’t you?

    Actually, I was sick with Miss D. for 16 weeks, which isn’t supposed to happen, either.

    Sounds like Peanut is grappling with the situation in a thoughtful and very endearing manner.

    Perhaps baby #2 (Hazelnut, perhaps?) is just having mercy on poor momma. And I am thinking pink with Ink…ooh, I made a rhyme!

    If Ink and I are wrong, we will send Peanut a brand new rattle to amuse his brother with.


  2. All hail the EXTERNAL ultrasound. The first time I found out about the internal one my brother was with me at the office. It would’ve been uncomfortable had he not raced out of the room before the technician could finish explaining the procedure.

    (And I’m so happy for you that everything is okay.)

  3. Oh. I’m teary with relief. So happy that you got good news and that Peanut is adorably processing what is lifechanging news for him as well. (Madeline sounds hilarious, btw.)

    And I am not always right. And nobody listens to me when I say something, so I can’t ever prove it when I am. ;)

    Love TKW’s idea and am board for the Peanut-rattle-sending (though I’m going to send him something just for himself anyway, a big brother present…but shhh! don’t tell).

    Hope you’re relaxing tonight…

  4. You bloggy dudes are the bestest.

    Actually, I plan to relax, but I’m puking ;-)

    I was hoping, given the results, that four weeks of double time vomit was granting me four weeks of wellness. But I’ll take three days. It felt really, REALLY good to eat.

  5. I’m so happy for you.
    Thank goodness that you mentioned you started puking again because I was going to tell you I took back my sympathy because it was four months and a little pill every day that kept me from puking during Sean’s pregnancy. Though Baja-style tacos would send me there everytime.
    Well, you can console yourself with this piece of fact as you press your hot head to the coolness of the porcilean god, wondering why this had to happen to you but really you’re happy and thankful, right (?): Mothers with morning sickness rarely miscarry.

  6. Phew! What a relief!

    Although, not such good news about the sickness being back. The LEAST your body could have done after that scare was give you the rest of the trimester off.

    Did I mention I was sick till 20 weeks? Then had 10 weeks off and was sick the last 10? No? You probably didn’t want to hear that…

    • @porridge I would have LOVED the rest of the trimester off.
      Of course you should mention how sick you were. I have two friends who were sick 9 months in their entirety. And both friends did it for TWO pregnancies. Holy guacamole. Living through that means you should tell people. Everyone. It doesn’t make me puke more or less to know you were so sick. It makes me tip my hat to you, hope to dog that I’m not that sick, and stock up on cyclists’ electrolyte products. Hope the memory fades…but I know it won’t. Pain subsides, nausea lingers. ;-)

  7. Just getting caught up, and I can see you’ve had some adventures while I’ve been away. So so glad all is OK. I won’t terrorize you with my stories of months of puking and hospitalizations and dozens of tiny blue pills…
    Just get through it the best you can.

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