Today, I have reached the 10th week of pregnancy. According to the nurse, I lost a pound since my previous appointment. More noticeable, however, is my inch loss. My OB even pointed out that I looked fantastic. I guess that's what you get when you go from doing NO activity for fear of losing the baby to working out every night. Yeah. Big difference, folks.
With my wait being three weeks until my next appointment, I want to share some of the things I want to do between now and then to keep my time and my mind too busy to think about the scary shit:
* Continue to work out. This is the biggest goal in my book. I need to continue feeling fit and shrinking little by little. . . all but my gut. Because that just has no chance of getting smaller at this point. Working out is a huge stress reliever and I actually feel so much better the day after I work out. I find that despite being full of pee, I also sleep better at night. Those goddamn health nuts were right! Bastards!
* Baseball with my Mum. Tonight, in fact, I have tickets to see my St Louis Cardinals play the Reds. Our seats are just to the right of the Cardinals dugout. Life is good.
* My Hub has promised to take me morel hunting. This is amusing because I hate mushrooms more than anything, but I just want the glory of finding one. Just one. Seriously. Aim low and you will nearly always succeed. Right. Also, our pup needs some outdoor time. She has been cooped up in the house for weeks thanks to the bathroom project - which, by the way, is nearly complete. A little wood putty for the trim and installing the medicine cabinet when it arrives at Lowe's. . . and Paint on the new doors. Really. That is awesome. I have been shitting in a new pot, bathing in a new tub and washing my hands in a brand new sink. Life is good.
* The Hub has started the summer softball leagues. My current official line is that I am "still burned out on softball due to the 4 nights a week I was playing before" I need to go to a few of his games in the next few weeks. It will be nice to see everyone. . and trash talk a little bit. Because, other than hitting like a pro and fielding like a dream, the thing I do best is trash talk. Not meanly. But, in a funny way that makes the other team like me. Until they actually start talking shit. Then, I finish it. Because I can. Oooh. Pregnancy "mad" is slowly returning, too. Ugh.
* Cleaning out the house is a big deal for me - since we have been living in dust since the bathroom project began. I have even begun cleaning out closets - not just for summer - but for good. I started 2013's Salvation Army Donation Bag. And really, there are some great things in there. A dress once worn to a wedding. . . some nice pajamas (I recently saw someone spell as Pyjamas). . . some brand new knee socks (I had a dream once). . . some very lightly used business casual tops. . . It is important that the Hub and I do this every year. In fact, I do it twice a year. I look every 6 months at things that I haven't worn in over a year. If I haven't. . and it's not a business suit or formal wear, I ditch it. Someone else will get better use from these things than I. It also helps prevent me from buying clothes I don't need (Didn't I just throw something like this out?) So yeah. I purge. Unused items. Except panties. Because that is gross.
I have a feeling I will come up with a new list to get me through another week - next week. For now, I think this will keep me busy enough in combination with my usual chore list and every day living. Ding!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
A LITTLE EXTRA.
I got home about an hour ago. I hopped into the shower, in my nearly completely renovated bathroom. Then, I plopped down for 40 minutes of Candy Crush - my evil new obsession on Facebook. Seriously. It's like crack. Idiot crack. Wait. Is that redundant?
So, I just wanted to note the following observations and revelations for my own personal later use:
* The baby's heartbeat was 161 on Friday, April 26. S/he was kicking leg nubs like mad.
* We heard the heartbeat for the first time and I cannot explain the relief. It was the most beautiful music.
* While I have thought it was a boy for the past three weeks, I now feel like it's another girl.
* Trivia Nights can be just as fun without booze. That was unexpected. I think it had to do with the food and the awesome company.
* When I work out like gangbusters for two weeks, I lose a pound but all of my clothes fit really well. I can be happy with that.
Yeah. So, we are getting ballsy and our next appointment is in three weeks. Of course, the OB made sure that we understood that it was three weeks if only we were comfortable with it. If anything changes or doesn't change or ANYTHING. . we are to change the appointment and come in. That, if anything, elevates my respect and trust for our OB.
So, I just wanted to note the following observations and revelations for my own personal later use:
* The baby's heartbeat was 161 on Friday, April 26. S/he was kicking leg nubs like mad.
* We heard the heartbeat for the first time and I cannot explain the relief. It was the most beautiful music.
* While I have thought it was a boy for the past three weeks, I now feel like it's another girl.
* Trivia Nights can be just as fun without booze. That was unexpected. I think it had to do with the food and the awesome company.
* When I work out like gangbusters for two weeks, I lose a pound but all of my clothes fit really well. I can be happy with that.
Yeah. So, we are getting ballsy and our next appointment is in three weeks. Of course, the OB made sure that we understood that it was three weeks if only we were comfortable with it. If anything changes or doesn't change or ANYTHING. . we are to change the appointment and come in. That, if anything, elevates my respect and trust for our OB.
Friday, April 26, 2013
LEMME SHOW YOU BABY. . I'M A TALENTED GIRL.
There are things in this world at which I'd like to think I'm pretty good. I look pretty hot out on the dance floor. I can carry a tune and like to think that I don't split eardrums when I do it. I type 100 wpm. I cook for the masses. And well. Animals and small children tend to like and trust me. I can even snore louder than you - especially right now!
But, one of the things I cannot do is really causing Hell in my life . . . I'm a hard stick. Today, I needed to donate enough blood to fill 7 vials. The first two sticks were fruitless. One of them, in my frickin' wrist, didn't even bleed. Seriously. I don't have blood in my veins. I have hate and iced water in there and I like it. I love it. Yeah.
So, my doctor's office sent me to the hospital's Outpatient Lab. They are ridiculously amazing pros. They sat me in what looked like a mix between a Lethal Injection Table
. . . and a Roller Coaster restraining device
When they brought the lap bar down, I knew there was no escaping. Thankfully, the nurse was amazing and sure of herself and my horrible veins. In no time, she had me stuck and bleeding like a pregnant pig.
The blood moved quickly. And how! I could feel the level of blood in my body drop like a cartoon gas tank.
No passing out. . but a post-blood-letting Snickers bar (shared with the Hub) certainly helped.
I guess we all have to be happy with our talents. The next share time isn't until the 26th-28th week. I know who I'll be going to for that. =)
But, one of the things I cannot do is really causing Hell in my life . . . I'm a hard stick. Today, I needed to donate enough blood to fill 7 vials. The first two sticks were fruitless. One of them, in my frickin' wrist, didn't even bleed. Seriously. I don't have blood in my veins. I have hate and iced water in there and I like it. I love it. Yeah.
So, my doctor's office sent me to the hospital's Outpatient Lab. They are ridiculously amazing pros. They sat me in what looked like a mix between a Lethal Injection Table
. . . and a Roller Coaster restraining device
When they brought the lap bar down, I knew there was no escaping. Thankfully, the nurse was amazing and sure of herself and my horrible veins. In no time, she had me stuck and bleeding like a pregnant pig.
The blood moved quickly. And how! I could feel the level of blood in my body drop like a cartoon gas tank.
No passing out. . but a post-blood-letting Snickers bar (shared with the Hub) certainly helped.
I guess we all have to be happy with our talents. The next share time isn't until the 26th-28th week. I know who I'll be going to for that. =)
Thursday, April 25, 2013
MOOO.
No. This post will not be about being fat. In fact, I feel rather svelte. I think it has to do with the strict diet and workout regimen that I have been following. I say "strict" but what I really mean is that I eat thoughtfully and workout every night. So. . . a little strict.
What this post is actually about is the change in my breasticles. Those of you who are not comfortable with reading about or subsequently picturing my baby-pops might want to skip this one. .
We all know that with pregnancy come some major mammary changes. Yes, the fun grows, fellas. Those who previously matched dry-wall might now have some curves. Those of us who already featured features are noticing rising dough from the tops of previously well-fitted bras. Yeah. That's awesome. I'm not just curvy, I'm CURVY! CUR-VAY!
If this was the only beast-tastic change, I would probably be alright, but I have to tell you. . . my nipples feel just slightly bigger, too. I'm talking about the minute change of maybe biting the inside of your lip while chewing. Though, the swelling might just increase the spot a little bit, you then continue to bite that motherfucker until it's raw and bleeding. While I'm not gnawing on my nerps, I will admit that when drying after my shower last night, I caught my right nipple in the tie-loop of my robe and I feel like I nearly pulled it off.
How exactly does one catch a nipple on something? It's not really that much bigger - just "bigger" enough. Yeah. Happy day, ladies!
What this post is actually about is the change in my breasticles. Those of you who are not comfortable with reading about or subsequently picturing my baby-pops might want to skip this one. .
We all know that with pregnancy come some major mammary changes. Yes, the fun grows, fellas. Those who previously matched dry-wall might now have some curves. Those of us who already featured features are noticing rising dough from the tops of previously well-fitted bras. Yeah. That's awesome. I'm not just curvy, I'm CURVY! CUR-VAY!
If this was the only beast-tastic change, I would probably be alright, but I have to tell you. . . my nipples feel just slightly bigger, too. I'm talking about the minute change of maybe biting the inside of your lip while chewing. Though, the swelling might just increase the spot a little bit, you then continue to bite that motherfucker until it's raw and bleeding. While I'm not gnawing on my nerps, I will admit that when drying after my shower last night, I caught my right nipple in the tie-loop of my robe and I feel like I nearly pulled it off.
How exactly does one catch a nipple on something? It's not really that much bigger - just "bigger" enough. Yeah. Happy day, ladies!
Monday, April 22, 2013
MILESTONE DAYS.
Today, I am 9 weeks along in my pregnancy. My next ultrasound is this Friday and I am already going bat-shit insane waiting. Most women worry between heartbeat checks or ultrasounds. When you have suffered a loss - whether it be a miscarriage or a post-birth infant loss - a woman (read: me) starts considering shelling out big monies to buy a portable machine for her home.
There has been no further bleeding (keep knocking on wood, people!) and other than some severe morning sickness, I have felt pretty darn good.
To celebrate the miraculous, here are some of the tricks that help keep me up and running:
* Treadmill. Every night. EVERY. Night. I'm not running marathons. In fact, I'm not really running - just walking super fast. But, this exercise is helping me keep the weight in check and my body feeling less sluggish. Some of you might ask why use a treadmill when it's so nice outside. Plain and simple? As my boobs get more and more obvious, they get more and more jiggly. I'm pretty sure that at some point, I'll have to switch to swimming laps again just to avoid the blunt force trauma to my chin.
* Dannon Light & Fit Yogurt. Specifically Strawberry, Strawberry Banana, Vanilla & Black Chery, and Strawberry Cheesecake. Between meals, I get pretty sick. So, to give myself a little bump of foodness - I eat one of these 80 calorie packets of goodness. They seem to do the trick and I'm not left feeling quite as shitty as before. I'm sure other things could perform just as well. . but these are "ready made" and I don't need to stumble around the kitchen, salivating everywhere while trying to prepare a small meal. Ugh. That is appetizing.
* Setting myself up for sleep success. Come on, people. When you are building a baby in your body, you need a more rest. I think that because the body feels exhausted during pregnancy, many women accept it as granted. Instead, I think we ought to do what we can to cater to that exhaustion - and sleep! SLEEP!! My Hub and I talked and we work together to get to bed an hour earlier. Even if I just lay there and stare at the ceiling, hoping not to Hork, I am getting rest. Even if I am up four times a night peeing, I am getting rest. And you know what? I feel like it's helping. Sure, I'm still SO SLEEPY during the day, but I no longer feel like I'm in danger of falling asleep on my drive home. Serious Perk.
Another four days and I will report back to my OB for an Ultrasound check - and to possibly hear the heartbeat! In the meantime, I have a crap-ton of work to do this week and a Dentist appointment to futz with. Mmmmm. I bet that whole ordeal will be tasty!
Ah well. . . let's do this week anyway!
Sunday, April 21, 2013
IN HIDING.
I feel like some kind of secret agent. I'm hiding in plain sight. Keeping secrets. Killing off bad guys. . .
For the last three days, I have been struggling with the worst morning sickness of my life. And still, I go on pretending that everything is normal. If I can, I will hide this pregnancy from most of the people in my life until after 25 weeks - (This will take quite the miracle.) - or at least until the chances of my child's survival are greater than 80%.
Yesterday, we celebrated my Mum's birthday. Today, my In-Laws are coming to town. It is definitely not my best weekend.
To top is all off, I get to spend another quick trip to the Grocery holding back Vurps (confused? Think Sharts but "up top") The smells lately are getting me. . .
Thankfully, a few things seem to be keeping the bump at bay. . .
* The pre-bump "fat times" is less grotesque when I work out regularly. . we'll see if this continues with the increase in morning sickness.
* It has remained mercifully chilly so that I can still utilize frumpy jackets and sweatshirts.
* There are very few people (who know me and my recent history) who have the stupidity (or balls) to ask me if I'm pregnant/trying again.
There is a little part of me that is waiting to see who the idiot is to ruin the last one for me. . but I have a feeling the rising temper is going to show before I do. We'll see. =)
Thursday, April 18, 2013
OUT OF ORDER
My morning sickness this time around isn't quite the same. With Mira, I was dog sick. All. The. Time. I didn't want to eat. But, without eating, I got sicker. It was awesome. This time around, it's just now starting to get BAD. Have you ever been laying in bed and burped chunks? I've got you covered. I actually had to think about how I was going to get up (without causing more to come) and get to the bathroom. It was awesome (think: roll and push.)
The nausea seems to be worse at night this time. Around mid-afternoon, I typically notice that I'm feeling a little bleh. By dinner time, I can't even think of food, but I'm starving. (There's that shitty dichotomy again!) Brushing teeth usually bears a little dinnertime fruit. . and then it's off to bed. Ugh!
SOLUTION: I can either take the stuff that my OB prescribes to help with the sick. Or, I can force myself to snack every hour on something small and minimally calorious. Neither sounds appealing. Hopefully I can wait it out. Right.
This morning, my chesticles are aching. I feel like the best description would be. . . pain and soreness from growth. Seriously. I think that overnight, my boobs expanded. Again. Last time, the growth was immediate and painful in the first weeks of pregnancy. This time, I feel like someone get to my Reebok Pumps overnight and over inflates the bags. The bags.
SOLUTION: Tight-fitting sports bras. This worked with breast engorgement. I just didn't think I would be moving into the mono-boob so quickly. It is completely worth it. But, let's be honest with each other, people. . . I would wear a dirty men's sports cup on my head if it made me feel more comfortable.
I keep reading all of these posts online regarding hard pregnancy symptoms disappearing around 8 weeks. . . I can't figure out if those women are actually complaining because they are afraid or if they are bragging.
The good news is that, despite being in my second pregnancy, my pants are still fitting fine. (I'm sure that as soon as I finish typing this, my top button will fly off and kill someone in Istanbul.) I know that many women show sooner in their second pregnancy, but I'm hoping to keep this under wraps for as long as possible. . . maybe 25 weeks. Right.
The nausea seems to be worse at night this time. Around mid-afternoon, I typically notice that I'm feeling a little bleh. By dinner time, I can't even think of food, but I'm starving. (There's that shitty dichotomy again!) Brushing teeth usually bears a little dinnertime fruit. . and then it's off to bed. Ugh!
SOLUTION: I can either take the stuff that my OB prescribes to help with the sick. Or, I can force myself to snack every hour on something small and minimally calorious. Neither sounds appealing. Hopefully I can wait it out. Right.
This morning, my chesticles are aching. I feel like the best description would be. . . pain and soreness from growth. Seriously. I think that overnight, my boobs expanded. Again. Last time, the growth was immediate and painful in the first weeks of pregnancy. This time, I feel like someone get to my Reebok Pumps overnight and over inflates the bags. The bags.
SOLUTION: Tight-fitting sports bras. This worked with breast engorgement. I just didn't think I would be moving into the mono-boob so quickly. It is completely worth it. But, let's be honest with each other, people. . . I would wear a dirty men's sports cup on my head if it made me feel more comfortable.
I keep reading all of these posts online regarding hard pregnancy symptoms disappearing around 8 weeks. . . I can't figure out if those women are actually complaining because they are afraid or if they are bragging.
The good news is that, despite being in my second pregnancy, my pants are still fitting fine. (I'm sure that as soon as I finish typing this, my top button will fly off and kill someone in Istanbul.) I know that many women show sooner in their second pregnancy, but I'm hoping to keep this under wraps for as long as possible. . . maybe 25 weeks. Right.
Monday, April 15, 2013
WHAT IS TAKEN.
I have changed over time. Those who have just met me have no idea of the metamorphoses.
I have mainly existed between the Negative and Realist worlds. When confronted with a glass half filled, I saw neither half filled - nor half empty. I wanted to know "who drank half of my FUCKING glass of water." (I'm a thirsty girl, after all.)
Time tempered that. I shifted towards "Either someone drank that shit, or it was never filled completely anyway." (I have too much other mess to worry over than a fucking glass of water.)
In the last year, my reigns have been replaced nearly completely - specifically in regards to pregnancy. I have never felt so positive about seeing this pregnancy through. I FEEL the strength - MY strength. I KNOW that we will see this baby be welcomed, happily, to the world.
The loss of our daughter, Mira, is what it has taken to grow to this point.
I have mainly existed between the Negative and Realist worlds. When confronted with a glass half filled, I saw neither half filled - nor half empty. I wanted to know "who drank half of my FUCKING glass of water." (I'm a thirsty girl, after all.)
Time tempered that. I shifted towards "Either someone drank that shit, or it was never filled completely anyway." (I have too much other mess to worry over than a fucking glass of water.)
In the last year, my reigns have been replaced nearly completely - specifically in regards to pregnancy. I have never felt so positive about seeing this pregnancy through. I FEEL the strength - MY strength. I KNOW that we will see this baby be welcomed, happily, to the world.
The loss of our daughter, Mira, is what it has taken to grow to this point.
MILESTONE DAYS.
Today, I am 8 weeks along in my pregnancy. A few days ago, I had another ultrasound to confirm that the baby had continue to thrive and grow. The baby had definitely grown and the heartbeat was strong. It was a welcome sight and I am glad to have shared it with my Hub.
Having had another slight bleed earlier last week, I was looking for succour and found it. Here are a few of the things that helped last week come to a glorious close:
* Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches on Wheat Bread. What's that? Oh, crunchy and Strawberry, of course!
* More Apple Juice . . . because I gotta keep a handle on my flow. (Seriously. I just wrote that.)
* My Niece, for accompanying me to Chicago where we saw the Shedd, the Museum of Science and Industry, a ton of stores on the Mag Mile and a few of my favorite restaurants (Portillo's, Gino's East and of course we had a Chicago Style Dog!)
* My support network of Chicas (Lauren, Jen, Sybil) - they do it right.
I came home from Chicago last night to a house covered in dust. Drywall dust, tile dust. . . DUST. I spent an hour and a half cleaning the kitchen just so that I could have a room to stand in and feel clean. With the help of my Hub, the rest of the house was sucked into a HEPA vacuum. With a little luck, our bathroom project should be completed soon. (It takes a real adult to appreciate a new toilet and a fast filling tank!) I will get some pictures together when I can.
(Lifting my plastic blue cup of Water) Here's to starting off the week right!
Having had another slight bleed earlier last week, I was looking for succour and found it. Here are a few of the things that helped last week come to a glorious close:
* Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches on Wheat Bread. What's that? Oh, crunchy and Strawberry, of course!
* More Apple Juice . . . because I gotta keep a handle on my flow. (Seriously. I just wrote that.)
* My Niece, for accompanying me to Chicago where we saw the Shedd, the Museum of Science and Industry, a ton of stores on the Mag Mile and a few of my favorite restaurants (Portillo's, Gino's East and of course we had a Chicago Style Dog!)
* My support network of Chicas (Lauren, Jen, Sybil) - they do it right.
I came home from Chicago last night to a house covered in dust. Drywall dust, tile dust. . . DUST. I spent an hour and a half cleaning the kitchen just so that I could have a room to stand in and feel clean. With the help of my Hub, the rest of the house was sucked into a HEPA vacuum. With a little luck, our bathroom project should be completed soon. (It takes a real adult to appreciate a new toilet and a fast filling tank!) I will get some pictures together when I can.
(Lifting my plastic blue cup of Water) Here's to starting off the week right!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
HOME AFFAIRS
Our house is a small one. With two bedrooms and one bathroom, we don't have much room for error. If we are to have hopes of selling or renting our house, we will need to update the bathroom. So, the Hub has been diligently working on this for weeks - collecting all of the necessary pieces: new tile, new doors and trim, new poured sink, new vanity, new toilet and tub. . . new stone ledge for the window. No expense has been spared. Trust me. I know.
This week, the Hub began tearing out the walls so that we could rid ourselves of the original glazed tile that makes me wretch. New circuits are going in to support the ceiling light / exhaust fan combo. The new vanity lights are going to be amazing, too.
For now, you can see the NorthWest corner of the bathroom - where the sink used to reside. The wackadoodles who lived here previously cut every possible corner when trying to "upgrade" If I could get a hold of them now, I would have a laundry list of shit to tell them.
People! If you are going to do something, DO IT RIGHT.
This of course brings me full circle to the pregnancy stuff (this is a pregnancy blog, right?) When I got home from work on Wednesday, my Hub had a brand new Saw delivered. It was sitting on the front porch (under the door mat - because that is going to hide an enormous DeWalt box). Instead of waiting for my Hub to get home, I leaned in and hauled the 45lb box into the front room. And I paid for it by spotting for the rest of the night and the first half of yesterday.
I am not on bedrest - though my appointment tomorrow might change that. Bedrest has NOT been clinically determined to help in cases of possible miscarriage. Being as miscarriage typically has to do with the poor development of the embryo - rather than a mother's inability to keep still. . . it is unlikely that I will be on bedrest.
However. . . I do need to be careful not to strain myself going forward. The things that I usually do without thought require some study. My usual MO of tempting fate is going to be altered for another several months.
This week, the Hub began tearing out the walls so that we could rid ourselves of the original glazed tile that makes me wretch. New circuits are going in to support the ceiling light / exhaust fan combo. The new vanity lights are going to be amazing, too.
For now, you can see the NorthWest corner of the bathroom - where the sink used to reside. The wackadoodles who lived here previously cut every possible corner when trying to "upgrade" If I could get a hold of them now, I would have a laundry list of shit to tell them.
People! If you are going to do something, DO IT RIGHT.
This of course brings me full circle to the pregnancy stuff (this is a pregnancy blog, right?) When I got home from work on Wednesday, my Hub had a brand new Saw delivered. It was sitting on the front porch (under the door mat - because that is going to hide an enormous DeWalt box). Instead of waiting for my Hub to get home, I leaned in and hauled the 45lb box into the front room. And I paid for it by spotting for the rest of the night and the first half of yesterday.
I am not on bedrest - though my appointment tomorrow might change that. Bedrest has NOT been clinically determined to help in cases of possible miscarriage. Being as miscarriage typically has to do with the poor development of the embryo - rather than a mother's inability to keep still. . . it is unlikely that I will be on bedrest.
However. . . I do need to be careful not to strain myself going forward. The things that I usually do without thought require some study. My usual MO of tempting fate is going to be altered for another several months.
Monday, April 8, 2013
MILESTONE DAYS
As a new feature, here at SpitfireBabies, I'm going to celebrate every Monday. Today, I am 7 weeks along. (Thank you, doctors, for helping me correctly estimate my pregnancy!)
Part of celebrating another week is letting you, my awesome readers, have a taste of what has gotten me through the previous week!
As you know, last week was hard and scary. So, I want to give a giant shout out to these wonderful people/places/things:
* Sundance Hot Corn Chips - if your breath is going to smell like feet, it might was well be HOT feet.
* Motts for Tots Apple Juice - because there is no better way to kill constipation.
* My SSB#1 and #2 - for providing hours of entertainment and Phase Ten
* My Hub for Netflix-ing the Hatfields & McCoys - because that shit is drama in a box!!
I have had no further bleeding - old OR new blood. I haven't felt crampy or too miserable, despite still getting better from that vicious sinus infection. I'm still having plenty of pregnancy symptoms. . . such as feeling like I would rather slice off my nipples instead of having them itch like mad. Yeah. That's a good one.
Part of celebrating another week is letting you, my awesome readers, have a taste of what has gotten me through the previous week!
As you know, last week was hard and scary. So, I want to give a giant shout out to these wonderful people/places/things:
* Sundance Hot Corn Chips - if your breath is going to smell like feet, it might was well be HOT feet.
* Motts for Tots Apple Juice - because there is no better way to kill constipation.
* My SSB#1 and #2 - for providing hours of entertainment and Phase Ten
* My Hub for Netflix-ing the Hatfields & McCoys - because that shit is drama in a box!!
I have had no further bleeding - old OR new blood. I haven't felt crampy or too miserable, despite still getting better from that vicious sinus infection. I'm still having plenty of pregnancy symptoms. . . such as feeling like I would rather slice off my nipples instead of having them itch like mad. Yeah. That's a good one.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
FOR THE RECORD
Let it be known that on this seventh day of illness, I finally feel better.
. . . 'Bout time, pahdna!
. . . 'Bout time, pahdna!
EARLY MORNING THREE ALARM FIRES
I dreamed of contractions that were viscerally strong enough to wake me at 5am. Startled and out of breath, I stumbled to the bathroom for yet another pee break. I didn't even have to turn on the light to know that something was wrong. In just the faintest of early morning light, I could see there was darkness on the paper.
I didn't even notice the glaring, pupil tightening difference when I flipped on the light to discover a tissue full of blood. Not one to completely lose my shit at 5am, I decided to wait it out and see what the news was around 6am.
At 630am, I woke up the Hub and let him know I was bleeding. Do you know the silence that takes over an already quiet room when someone tells you that your baby is going to die? This was pretty fucking close.
In two hours, the blood went from pink to a darker red. Never RED BLOODY HELL RED. But, redder than what "old blood" looks like.
Let's talk about this. Colors and amounts. Do you see blood in your panties? Or, just when you wipe? Do you feel a gush of fluid? Or, are you just (oh LAWDY, don't say it!) moist? There are fine lines. Have you been laying down and then bleeding when you stand? Have you been sitting up-right and just having a nominal flow? Is the blood pink - like someone dribbled strawberry lemonade onto your white t-shirt? Does it have a little darkness to it? Is it BLOOD RED - like horror flick corn syrup? Or, is it red with a bunch of brown mixed it (old blood)? Is it rusty? Are there clots - small or large? How often are you changing your panty-liner? Or, your pad? Feel free to get descriptive, people! Your OB needs to know details so that s/he can give you a good next step.
I called the over-night exchange for my OB and told the responding doctor that while I knew there was no helping a miscarriage, I wanted to confirm it. He understood and had me come to the office.
I have a tilted uterus. At early stages of pregnancy, the uterus is still too small to flip forward. So, I got to endure the lovely stabs of a giant trans-vaginal ultra-sound. But, it was worth it. The doctors identified the yolk sac and the fetal pole. The heartbeat was visible - which is exactly what we wanted to see. We will wait until 10 weeks to confirm HEARING the heartbeat - at which point, I think everyone will relax a little.
However, we learned that the pregnancy isn't as far along as we thought. I calculated the expected due date by the start date of my last period. However, due to use of an Ovulation Prediction Kit, I know I didn't ovulate until over three weeks after the start of said period. Therefore, instead of 8w1d, I am currently estimated to be 6w3d.
I wish we were a little further along so that we could see the first trimester put to rest sooner, but, I'll knock over that hurdle when I see it.
I didn't even notice the glaring, pupil tightening difference when I flipped on the light to discover a tissue full of blood. Not one to completely lose my shit at 5am, I decided to wait it out and see what the news was around 6am.
At 630am, I woke up the Hub and let him know I was bleeding. Do you know the silence that takes over an already quiet room when someone tells you that your baby is going to die? This was pretty fucking close.
In two hours, the blood went from pink to a darker red. Never RED BLOODY HELL RED. But, redder than what "old blood" looks like.
Let's talk about this. Colors and amounts. Do you see blood in your panties? Or, just when you wipe? Do you feel a gush of fluid? Or, are you just (oh LAWDY, don't say it!) moist? There are fine lines. Have you been laying down and then bleeding when you stand? Have you been sitting up-right and just having a nominal flow? Is the blood pink - like someone dribbled strawberry lemonade onto your white t-shirt? Does it have a little darkness to it? Is it BLOOD RED - like horror flick corn syrup? Or, is it red with a bunch of brown mixed it (old blood)? Is it rusty? Are there clots - small or large? How often are you changing your panty-liner? Or, your pad? Feel free to get descriptive, people! Your OB needs to know details so that s/he can give you a good next step.
I called the over-night exchange for my OB and told the responding doctor that while I knew there was no helping a miscarriage, I wanted to confirm it. He understood and had me come to the office.
I have a tilted uterus. At early stages of pregnancy, the uterus is still too small to flip forward. So, I got to endure the lovely stabs of a giant trans-vaginal ultra-sound. But, it was worth it. The doctors identified the yolk sac and the fetal pole. The heartbeat was visible - which is exactly what we wanted to see. We will wait until 10 weeks to confirm HEARING the heartbeat - at which point, I think everyone will relax a little.
However, we learned that the pregnancy isn't as far along as we thought. I calculated the expected due date by the start date of my last period. However, due to use of an Ovulation Prediction Kit, I know I didn't ovulate until over three weeks after the start of said period. Therefore, instead of 8w1d, I am currently estimated to be 6w3d.
I wish we were a little further along so that we could see the first trimester put to rest sooner, but, I'll knock over that hurdle when I see it.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
SO VERY DIFFICULT.
Today is Day 6 of the worse sinus infection I have ever had in my life. My visit to Urgent Care on Monday yielded a lovely prescription of Amoxicillin. 48 hours later, it feels like maybe. . just maybe, it is kicking in.
I'm not getting my hopes up. My OB's office indicated that the common cold could last 14 days during pregnancy. This must mean that a big bad sinus infection will last until Christmas. I've already gone through two large boxes of Puffs with Lotion. My upper lip / lower nose wouldn't have fared better with a Brillo pad and a bottle of alcohol. Seriously Raw. Meat.
Meanwhile, while I was stumbling around the house today, I managed to stub the "ring" toe on my right foot in such a way that I tore the nail to the quick (because I'm a dog?) Seeing the copious amount of blood seeping from my appendage, I made my way to the bathroom and clumsily attempted to prop my foot on the sink. I say clumsily because I totally dragged that toe up the front of the vanity and across the sink. I'm thankful that I even procured a flippin' nail clipper, in my state.
Yes. I left a trail of toe blood from the kitchen through the dining room and hallway and into the bathroom. I think I got it all.
Additional blood to help circulate life in my pregnant body?
Check.
I'm not getting my hopes up. My OB's office indicated that the common cold could last 14 days during pregnancy. This must mean that a big bad sinus infection will last until Christmas. I've already gone through two large boxes of Puffs with Lotion. My upper lip / lower nose wouldn't have fared better with a Brillo pad and a bottle of alcohol. Seriously Raw. Meat.
Meanwhile, while I was stumbling around the house today, I managed to stub the "ring" toe on my right foot in such a way that I tore the nail to the quick (because I'm a dog?) Seeing the copious amount of blood seeping from my appendage, I made my way to the bathroom and clumsily attempted to prop my foot on the sink. I say clumsily because I totally dragged that toe up the front of the vanity and across the sink. I'm thankful that I even procured a flippin' nail clipper, in my state.
Yes. I left a trail of toe blood from the kitchen through the dining room and hallway and into the bathroom. I think I got it all.
Additional blood to help circulate life in my pregnant body?
Check.
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