I went to the doctor today for a regular monthly OB appointment. It took her what felt like an ETERNITY to find the heart beat and I thought I just might die right there if she didn’t find it soon. Alas, she did find it. And she said it sounded “perfect”. That’s my little fetus, practically perfect in every way!
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Dr Visit at 13 weeks
Monday, August 17th, 2009The First Trimester
Saturday, August 1st, 2009Where have I been?? The first trimester has gobbled up all my energy. I feel like all I do is work, eat, sleep. As soon as I am done working all I want to do it eat dinner then go to sleep. Or at least lay in bed and watch TV till I fall asleep.
The so-called morning sickness (better known as 24/7 feel like death sickness) lasted from about week 5 – week 8. Since then I have only had some off and on heart burn and nausea. But not nearly as bad as before. The tiredness isn’t quite as bad as it was before, but still prevalent.
The hunger, oh the hunger. It never ends. I don’t think I’ve felt full since… well, I don’t know when. It’s ridiculous how much I can eat. Unfathomable even. My stomach just feels like a bottomless pit. I keep putting things in but it never gets full. And I can eat an entire large meal then feel hunger pain 15 minutes later. Makes no sense. This scared the crap out of me at first. I thought for sure I would weigh 500 lbs by the end of this pregnancy, but the doctor told me not to worry and to keep eating when I was hungry. Although she did mention eating healthy food and not junk food. I’m trying, but healthy food just isn’t very filling. It’s like my stomach laughs when I feed it apples. Then it gets pissed off at me for only feeding it apples and increases the hunger pains ten fold, demanding an entire large pizza instead. My husband finds it amusing. He told me I look “sexy” eating like this. Surely he has lost his mind. I only hope he finds it before the baby arrives.
Belly Progression – Week 9
Tuesday, July 28th, 2009
Beginning of a Belly Progression
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
so yes, I know it is early, but I want to take a picture every week and then make an animation in the end. Here’s what I have so far. I’ve definitely gotten fatter, although I’m not sure it’s a baby belly. I just look thicker.
Nap Time
Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
This week has been one looooong nap interrupted by annoying bouts of eating, working, and bathing. I have been sleeping 14+ hours every day.
When I haven’t been sleeping I am more than likely eating. and eating. Pickles, beef jerky, funyuns, marconi & cheese, pizza, and anything else that doesn’t disgust me when I think about eating it. My entire palate has changed. Yesterday I ate cheetos. I hate cheetos. And yet I ate nearly an entire bag of them. I usually love chocolate and chocolate ice cream. I tried to eat some chocolate ice cream the other day and the consistency of it completely disgusted me. And my favorite cosmic brownies are no longer my favorite. Amazingly with all this eating and eating I have actually lost weight. My metabolism must be through the roof right now. Maybe that is also why I am so tired all the time, all my little cells are working in over-drive.
Now I must scour the pantry for my next meal and then it’s off to sleep for me.
First Prenatal Appointment
Thursday, June 25th, 2009I had my very first prenatal appointment today with the nurse. I was the very first appointment after lunch (1:30) and I STILL had to wait 40 minutes to be pulled back from the waiting room. While I was sitting there I could hear the staff cutting up and gossiping while I was impatiently waiting. I think the doctor wasn’t there and they thought they could take their time and be lazy. I am so impatient.
Once finally pulled back, I had to pee in a cup then sit in the exam room waiting for the nurse. She had me fill out consents for vaginal delivery, consents for c-section, and consents for circumcision. I guess they like to cover all their bases up front. She gave me some papers that told me what to eat, how much to gain, what medicines I could take, and when to call the emergency doctor’s phone number. Then she went through my history, all the usuals. Asked my LMP. I told her the date but said “Also I know the date I ovulated, it was June 4th.” She didn’t seem to hear me and left it at LMP date. Oh well, eventually they will see that I have the more correct due date.
Then I went down my list of questions and some of them she answered and some of them she said she would ask the doctor about. Then it was time to take the blood tests. I asked her if she was doing a beta hcg, she said yes. I asked if I could get the results of it tomorrow (because I am obsessive like that) and she said it takes over a week for the results to come back!! Oh my, how will I ever wait that long.
After the blood work I walked up the checkout counter to schedule my ultrasound and doctor visist. As I stood there suddenly I didn’t feel good. I thought I would fall or throw up or begin to float… I looked at the nurse and told her I didn’t feel so well, and just then her face looked horrified as her eyes widened and her mouth opened, and she ran toward me and grabbed my arm, when I looked down I was bleeding from the venipuncture profusely. She pulled me into an exam room and held down pressure then put a new gauze and cleaned it all up. Apparently my blood wasn’t clotting. I found this extremely weird because I have had exactly 892,343,987,234 blood tests done in my life and never had this happen. The nurse said it was because of the pregnancy, it was making my blood thin. In a very bizarre and perhaps macabre way, this made me feel good. I AM pregnant. It’s even affecting my blood. I love it. If the pregnancy made me turn purple and have hairy spots all over I would love it too, so long as it meant I was pregnant.
First OB Visit Tomorrow
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
I am so excited I feel like a little kid on christmas eve. Tomorrow is my very first OB visit. Granted, it is just a nurse visit so I don’t see the doctor and I don’t get an ultrasound… but i am still excited.
I have a list of exactly 13 questions to ask the nurse. I’m sure she’ll assume I am crazy. But there are so many questions going around in my head. I never realized how complicated being pregnant is until now.
I’ve been having bad back pain, especially while driving. So on the way home today during a 2 hour car ride I stopped at walgreens and bought some of those icy-hot back patches. I used these while non-preggers many times and they really do help. I figured since I can’t take any pain medicine, this patch would help. After getting into car, I open up the package and stick one of those babies onto my lower back. Then as I am driving down the road I thought, surely this is safe during pregnancy since it’s only topical, let me check the box to be ridiculously extra cautious. Dammit!! Quickly remove patch while driving 80mph down the interstate. Then use handfuls of hand sanitizer to clean off back to remove any possible residue. The rest of the drive home my back hurt but it was nothing compared to my bitterness toward the people who decide what is safe and non-safe during pregnancy. I have decided a group of women-hating male doctors sit around a big table in plush leather chairs and stamp products “unsafe for pregnancy” while laughing manically at the silly women who blindly follow their lead.
I want to know exactly WHY icy-hot is not safe for pregnancy, I refused to blindly follow. So that is question # 8 on my list.
The Force is Strong with This One
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
I had my second beta hCG done Monday. It went from 34 on 11dpo to 2059 on 18dpo. I was so relieved, this means it doubled nearly every 24 hours, well above the 36-72 hour range. When I told my husband he said, “Is this good? Can you have too much??” I told him it was very good and meant the little peanut was growing well. Anytime he referred to this number afterward, he called it my “Midi-chlorian rate” and he thinks he has a pro-athlete or master Jedi growing in my uterus.
Here’s to ever increasing midi-chlorians for the rest of the pregnancy!
irrational fears abound
Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
Ever since seeing that magical second line, I have been consumed with fear. First I was worried the test was wrong. I took 5 more to confirm it. It wasn’t until I pulled out the big guns (digital) that I was some what eased. After the initial, “am I really pregnant” a new fear of “am I still pregnant” has taken it’s place. What if it’s dead and I won’t know until the 10th!!!! week when I see the doctor.
Yes, the fact that I have to wait until the 10th week to see the doctor and get an ultrasound is definitely making the irrational fears worse. I understand that it is protocol, I understand that you don’t really do anything until the 10th week, I know it’s “normal” but apparently you don’t understand that I am NOT normal and will end up driving myself off the deep end with worry for these 10 weeks.
I wish there was a green/red light located inside your bellybutton to indicate how pregnancy is going. Green light=it’s all good in the womb. Red light= now you can start worrying. But there isn’t, so instead I am trying to rely on cues from my body. I know everyone will think I’ve truly lost it, but I wish I had morning sickness and all the vomiting and everything that goes with it. At least then I would know I was still pregnant. It’s like the – if I feel pain then I’m alive type of mentality. This morning I was feeling kind of bad and couldn’t eat and apparently had the beginning of nausea, but as soon as it was gone by lunch time I was yearning for the yucky feeling to come back. I want to FEEL pregnant, to know that I have a peanut in me growing and reeking havoc in my body. I think once I’m far enough along I’m going to have to get one of those dopplers. Then I’ll probably use it 24/7 just to be certain I can hear a heartbeat.
I am also afraid that every tiny thing I do might cause me to miscarry. I started the week with severe constipation. So the nurse told me to take Metamucil. Yesterday I took metamucil, and I little bit more than a teaspoon feel into the glass. I thought it was fine and drank it. This morning I suddenly had diarrhea. This created a link in my head that I might have overdosed on metamucil and miscarried the baby. Yes, I am fearful of overdosing on old-people poop medicine. I’ve reached new lows I once though inconceivable.