It's a GIRL!

I was still nervous last night.  It felt like I was heading to a big exam the next day.  And I was.

The examination at the doctor's went well.  At 12 weeks 5 days, the baby is now at a healthy 6cm from head to rump.  This doctor specializes in prenatal screening, so by the preliminary high definition scan, we ruled out most of the genetic disorders with an 80% certainty.  There's another blood test which will be 99% accurate for diagnosing the most common three genetic disorders, and the results come after another 2-3 weeks.  But for now, everything is looking good.

One little exception, is that the X-man genes in this family is running strong.  The doctor found an extra finger on the left hand.  Luckily it looks less developed than Jack-Jack's fully formed finger on the right, so it should be an easier procedure.  I feel like we are already such experts on this, knowing which doctor that specializes in the surgery and the news didn't really make me feel anything but a little funny.  As long as the baby is healthy, everything else really doesn't matter.  I said to Mic at least you know this is your daughter for sure and they didn't mess up the embryo transfer, since your genes are really running strong in your offsprings.

We also found out that we are having a little girl.  I didn't have any expectations about the sex of the baby this time.  Last time I kind of really wanted a little girl, but we got Jack-Jack, and it made me really enjoy having a little boy around.  This time I was sort of thinking it would be convenient to have a little boy again, we have all the gear and clothes that we can re-use, but I guess we can re-use them anyway.  What does a little baby know/care about what he/she is wearing.  Maybe not the "chics dig scars" shirt though.

It felt like all this was meant to be.  Around 10 years ago when Mic and I first wanted to have kids, we already picked out a name for a boy and a name for a girl.   We used "Jack" on our little boy, and now it seems that the other name has found its perfect and rightful owner.

The other good news is with the sign off from the doctor, we will be going ahead with our summer travel plans.    Taiwan and Europe, here we come!

Week 12: Hooray!

Now I am firmly in the 12th week, the bleeding has stopped, and the energy is certainly magically returning.  I am able to do a lot more during the day, even making a few meals back in the kitchen.   Yesterday, I changed Jack-Jack's poopy diaper without throwing up, which is a real milestone.

Tomorrow is the big day where we go to the doctor for the high definition scan as well as the genetic screening tests, and we will also be able to find out the sex of the baby.  It will be nice to see K#2 again after all these weeks.  With my bulging belly, hopefully that is indicating that little K#2 is growing well.  I am a bit nervous of course but trying to not worry about anything and believe that what will be will be.  It's all beyond our control, we might as well pray for the best outcome.

The big monster, a.k.a the nausea and the lack of appetite is still hanging around, making very unpredictable appearances.  I certainly find it gets worse if I eat anything sweet, so that makes fruits off limits for me still.  I can't enjoy dessert for sure.  Even cereal (with dried fruits) that is relatively not sugar loaded makes me sick after eating.  But hey, at least I am able to slowly starting to enjoy most of my meals now, and there's no complaining comparing to what I went through the last six weeks throwing up after just taking a sip of water!

Week 11: Insomnia

Ever since my last pregnancy, the ability which I have known all my life -- to sleep through the night -- seem to have left me.

And then, it's the first year of having a baby, even when you want to sleep through the night, you are not able to.

Finally Jack-Jack started consistently sleeping through the night since he was 15 months old, in his own bed, which is roughly three to four months ago.  It really made a huge difference to our lives.  The pink complexion finally returned to our faces, we are able to have more or less a normal life, and the idea that "we can live through this again and have another child" seems less insane.  It is rather cute to hear his little thumping footsteps in the morning when he wakes up, climbing off his own bed and come in to our room for a morning cuddle when he wakes up, all smily and cheerful.  No longer do we hear the crying in the morning nor have to rush to him in the darkness of the night.  I guess those were also the brief moments I enjoyed a solid sound night's sleep.  Given that Jack-Jack can sleep about 10-11 hours at night, our early to bed routine also means we enjoyed at least 9 hours of beauty sleep a day, plus the bonus time to read a bit before bed.  As a result, I finished about 15 books in that month alone, finally able to enjoy my reading habits again!

And then, I got pregnant.

I have no idea why insomnia always accompanies me during my pregnancy.  On the good nights, I am only up for 30 mins to 1 hour around 2 - 3AM, on the bad nights (i.e. last night), I have been up since 2:30AM and at 7:30AM finally gave up the tossing and turning and decided to get up and just get on with my morning and catch my power nap later.   Sometimes it's the nausea, sometimes its getting up to pee, sometimes its a sudden thought of something on the to-do-list, sometimes its dreaming about what I can/cannot eat the following day.  Sometimes its my body's crazy broken thermostat -- I am radiating heat, yet the aircon just brings the chills to my bones, making no temperature a comfortable temperature to sleep in.

By now, the to-dos are largely done.  I already hired my confinement lady (and this time I was able to hire someone I really like, so hopefully it will be better than the last one around).  We just signed up a new helper who will be starting with us in late July after our old helper has left us to get married.  This took a really long time, and was something that was really bothering me for some time but is also finally done.  I am going to pay the deposit at the hospital after my next doctor's visit once its confirmed everything is okay after the basic genetic screening tests.  All seems to be in place and I should have no more worries yet I still cannot sleep.

Oh well, let's hope as the hormones settle, the insomnia will go away.  At the end of the day, I better build up a decent sleep surplus now getting ready for the sleep deficit that will soon come in 6 months time.

p.s.  The coconut water magic is gone again and I am in search of the next thing I can drink......

Week 10: Thank God for Coconut Water

I am finally towards the end of week 10.  Looking at the diminishing little yellow tablets of folic acid, I happily count down towards the end of my first trimester.

Things are slowing starting to get better -- the fatigue is not as intense, so I am able to enjoy some outings with mic and Jack-Jack.   The last bleeding episode is 10 days ago so I am in the safe zone for some time now, casting the doubt of whether this is a viable pregnancy away.  The nausea, well, I wish it is going as well but it still follows me around most of the day with that all day sea-sick feeling.   The worst part of all is my inability to take in any water -- the taste of water makes me gag like I have just had a mouthful of the most foul tasting thing.  Last time adding slices of lemon, or infuse the water with ginger helped.  This time, none of the old tricks worked.  With the heat in HK intensifying, I can feel my dehydration and the dryness of my mouth and tongue, but I still couldn't drink any water.

Then I discovered one day eating at a Thai restaurant I could actually drink a whole young fresh coconut without any side effects.   Praise God for coconut water, my only source of liquid right now.  (And the fact that there's a shop in the Wanchai wet market that sells fresh coconut water every day!)

Week 9 : Long Days

I started re-reading my blog when I was pregnant with Jack-Jack, to see when things started to get better - I think my appetite returned at week 14 but the bleeding was not seen after week 9.  Well, I am almost at the end of week 9 already and the bleeding still comes on and off leaving me half stranded in bed.  Whenever I feel a bit more energetic and active, it usually follows by another episode of bleeding, reminding me to slow down again.  The past four weeks really felt like it went by so slowly.  There's a Chinese saying that describes this really well, "度日如年", which means the days feels as long as the years.

Life is sort of on hold now.  We can't plan our summer travels to Taiwan and Europe until we know it's safe to travel from the doctor.  As the summer heat gets unbearable in HK in even early June, I am longing ever more for some cold Scandinavian crisp air and blue skies.... And of course to stop feeling so queasy and tired as well.  Mic said I am like the "anti-Katherine" now, feeling and acting like the opposite of the old me -- I am now the lethargic, taxi-taking, air-conditioning blasting person, walking at the speed of a snail.

Hopefully, as the end of the first trimester nears, things will start to look up soon.  At least on the good news side, our doctor's visit revealed K#2 growing well and now already at 2.7cm.  It started to look like a baby now on the monitor and we also saw a bit of its movements.  The excitement certainly wasn't like when we saw Jack-Jack for the first time, but it still was reassuring to see the beginning of life, safely and soundly in me.