On Wednesday, September 30th we announced the pending birth of the second Cobra baby. We had an ultrasound to complete the first trimester integrated screening for Trisonomy 18 and Down Syndrome. We tested negative with the odds being fantastically low for the most common chromosonal disorders. We got a good look at the baby who is about 3 inches long and looks very much like an itsy-bitsy baby. It was bobbing it's head like a little rocker.
We also discovered it's gestational age is 3 days ahead of schedule, so my due date will move up a little bit to earlier April. I'm not worried about the due date since most babies aren't born on their due dates. Instead, this time around I'm going to generalize with early April. That way I won't obsess about a certain day and neither will anyone else.
Dexter has been having a hard time with me having morning sickness. The days or times when I've been sick, I can't pick him up or even sit next to him because he wiggles so much that it makes me even more nauseous. He's been throwing horrible tantrums and misbehaving left and right. Partially, it's the last of his second year molars coming in along with the debut of the terrible twos, but he was manageable until I got sick. During the worst of it, he was really acting out by screaming and doing things he normally wouldn't do to get into trouble. I've been blessed with a vibrant, but well-behaved child until now. I'm sure it will pass and it is already getting a little better.
My morning sickness isn't as bad as it was with him, thankfully, but I've still missed a lot of work. I just got back to working in the office again after a month of working at home when I've felt well enough. I'm very fortunate that I can do that. I've only been vomiting once or twice a day through the worst of it and that's much better than having to be on medicine for vomiting 3-5 times a day iek I was with Dexter. It has been slowly tapering, though the fatigue is still having me in bed around 9pm most nights. It doesn't leave me much time to spend with Mr. Cobra, who is nothing short of incredible.
Throughout the times when I've been too sick to get off of the couch, my fantastic husband has taken care of Dexter. He's taken over for me entirely some days - especially the week that was supposed to be our vacation in San Diego when I spent all but 2 days sick on the couch. Not only has he taken care of Dex, but he's fixed my food and got me whatever I asked for even if it meant a quick run to the store. If I needed a nap, he'd take Dexter out to the playground, so it would be quiet for me to sleep as long as I needed to. I don't know what I would've done without him through this sickness, even if it is partially his fault *wink*. It's been a great bonding experience between father and son, as well. One that will likely only grow stronger once the sibling makes it's debut.
