Our first trimester had some obstacles. Early on, an ultrasound technician told us that the embryo would miscarry, and that really crushed us. It felt like we were waiting around for the inevitable, but as each week past, our embryo kept growing and developing properly each week, and eventually hit a point where we felt confident it would stick around, and it did.
After dealing with the odd medical “diagnosis”, the first trimester brought on a lot of nausea. I expected nausea, as I threw up once a night with my own pregnancy during the first trimester until around week 11, but this time around, the nausea seemed to be more intense and constant. To me, it felt like all of the medications and hormones exaggerated it. I did try taking over the counter medications for the nausea, but unfortunately, did not work out with my sleep and child care schedules. I did have to go to the emergency room one night to get the vomiting to stop and rehydrate me, but after that, we were able to find the right dose of prescription medication that got me through the rest of the trimester. With the nausea and not feeling well, everyone involved was so great and supportive. The agency and intended mom kept an eye on me and everything was submitted and taken care of easily and didn’t really add any extra stress to the already stressful weeks that I was having.
During the first trimester, I tried to keep mom in the loop as much as possible, with every feeling I was having- sickness, happiness, tiredness. Mom had never gotten this far herself, so I enjoyed seeing her reaction to all of the milestones. My kids were a bit young to fully understand what was happening, so we did not explain much to them during this trimester.
