(week 8)
Since confirming the bun is actually IN the oven, my pain has magically dissipated. Sometimes I think staying off the internet and not reading up on things may be the better way to go.
So far so good. Still dodging any sign of morning sickness. I'm losing weight despite my ravenous appetite. I call it my baby diet. I somehow seem to have managed to drop six pounds but still grow out of all my pants at the same time. It's like all the fat left is melting off my thighs and piling onto my belly and chest.
Weird.
I really shouldn't spend money on new clothes this early, but I'm out of options. It's not like I can wear pajama pants to work!
Bought two pairs of overpriced pants that I decided to return after I got home. Then went out to Ross with a gift certificate and splurged on a pair of elastic top dress pants and about 8 new dresses! Much more fun then goofy denim, and I think the dresses should work just about the entire time.
So far I haven't been my normal moody self. I don't know if it's the vitamins (my doctor has me on fish oil in addition to prenatals to help balance my moods) or the hormones or what, but I've been unnaturally calm and happy. It's strange. Then again, I did cry during an episode of family guy the other day, can't say that's exactly normal.
Craving this week: Cheese (any form... cheesecake, cheddar, fetta, cheezits - you name it)
Pet Peeve: People making obvious comments around others I haven't told yet.
Lesson Learned: If you are going to tell anyone, be ready to tell everyone.
To do list : Buy a scale.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
First appointment
(week 7)
After the ultrasound drama it was all easy. The only hard part about the first appointment was staying awake lying on the table while I waited an hour for the doctor to be available.
Apparently, the downside of an OBGYN is sometimes they have their hands full delivering babies and such - go figure!
Everything checked out normal. She didn't have an answer about the pain, but with the ultrasound results she had no concerns. She recommended me to a physical therapist in case my back pain was actually a pinched nerve and the root cause of it all.
Just had an annual pap and give up a gallon of blood for testing.
Oh - then I had the brilliant idea to ask if it was okay for me to snowboard. *LAME*
Of course - her answer was "No". I tried to reason with her, saying that I'd take it easy and stay off the moguls and out of the trees, but her rationale was that there was too big a risk from other skiers on the mountain and a crash could be damaging to the baby.
Ugh... I was counting on riding out the rest of the season.
She gave me a note to help me try to get reimbursed for my pass.
I was perfectly willing to ignore the advice and just take it easy on the hill, I mean I take a bigger risk getting behind the wheel of a car everyday!
I shared my doctor's concerns with my husband and his feeling was it just wasn't worth the risk. I could avoid the hill for a season, but I couldn't avoid driving around.
I'm a big girl, I know he's right, but I'm still disappointed. Oh well, it's not like we were getting any good snow this season.
*sigh*
I had really hoped that parenthood wouldn't impact my lifestyle so immediately - color me naive.
After the ultrasound drama it was all easy. The only hard part about the first appointment was staying awake lying on the table while I waited an hour for the doctor to be available.
Apparently, the downside of an OBGYN is sometimes they have their hands full delivering babies and such - go figure!
Everything checked out normal. She didn't have an answer about the pain, but with the ultrasound results she had no concerns. She recommended me to a physical therapist in case my back pain was actually a pinched nerve and the root cause of it all.
Just had an annual pap and give up a gallon of blood for testing.
Oh - then I had the brilliant idea to ask if it was okay for me to snowboard. *LAME*
Of course - her answer was "No". I tried to reason with her, saying that I'd take it easy and stay off the moguls and out of the trees, but her rationale was that there was too big a risk from other skiers on the mountain and a crash could be damaging to the baby.
Ugh... I was counting on riding out the rest of the season.
She gave me a note to help me try to get reimbursed for my pass.
I was perfectly willing to ignore the advice and just take it easy on the hill, I mean I take a bigger risk getting behind the wheel of a car everyday!
I shared my doctor's concerns with my husband and his feeling was it just wasn't worth the risk. I could avoid the hill for a season, but I couldn't avoid driving around.
I'm a big girl, I know he's right, but I'm still disappointed. Oh well, it's not like we were getting any good snow this season.
*sigh*
I had really hoped that parenthood wouldn't impact my lifestyle so immediately - color me naive.
Ultrasound drama
(week 7)
I spent the weekend in pain. The pain in my side felt like it was worse, it felt like some one was stabbing me with an accupunture needle in my belly. I kept surfing blogs and websites and it seemed fairly common for women to complain of strange pains during pregnancy. Medical sites reassured countless women that this was normal and not a concern as long as the pain wasn't on one side or accompanied by rhythmic cramping.
Well, that didn't reassure me at all - it only alarmed me more - I had exactly those things. The cramps were the worst - really low across the pubic bone, they had me doubled up at times. The only thing I've felt like that before was the cramps I used to associate with my endometriosis. When I was in high school, I used to have intense cramps that would make me freeze in place, gasp for air while waves of burning pain radiating out from my womb to the top of my head and tips of my toes. The ones I felt now were different, but equally intense.
I kept imagining that the baby was stuck in my fallopian tube and everything was bulging, ready to burst. I kept trying to dismiss this and stay calm, but I did more research and found out that it's not uncommon for endometriosis to cause blockages that cause infertility or ectopic pregnancies.
That did it!
I stayed home Monday morning and called my doctor's office. I explained my history & symptoms and the receptionist handed me off to a nurse. The nurse had me waiting for hours. I gave up and went into the office, only to get a call back during a meeting. They wanted me to come in right away, but their ultrasound technician was out that day, so they wanted me to go to the hospital for the test instead.
I was happy to be going in early, but I was sure it wasn't going to go well. My husband couldn't join me on the last minute trip and I was a ball of nervous. I flew into my boss' office - she asked me if everything was okay since I'd been sick that morning. I was a jittering teary eyed mess - I just blurted out "Well, I'm preggers and I'm off to the doctor to see if the bugger's about to kill me - so NO".
-slick- Not the announcement I'd had in mind... sometimes I wish there was a rewind button.
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"Drink at least 16oz of water and don't go to the bathroom before the test."
I HATE THE EVIL ENTITIES THAT PLANNED THAT ONE. Seriously! By the time I sat in the waiting area for an hour I was about to EXPLODE! I had to practically threaten to pee on the check-in counter before nurse 'nazi' would tell me where the bathroom was. I think she could sense murder in my eyes so she eventually conceded after I *promised* I'd only go a little bit. By the way... in case you were wondering, stopping you pee mid stream when you bladder is about to pop is an extraordinary demonstration of self control.
Half an hour later I tip toed into the testing room, crawled onto the table only to have the technician exclaim "My! Your bladder is so full it's crushing everything, I can't see a thing, I'm going to have to ask you to go to the bathroom first."
.... I couldn't decide if I wanted to strangle her - or kiss her...
I settled for wiping the goo off my belly, pulling up my pants and gratefully waddling to the toilet.
I came back much relieved but no less perturbed.
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Technicians aren't supposed to comment on what they see in a test, but I could see the screen and she could sense my nervousness.
"Baby looks normal and implanted safely in the uterus".
PHEW!
I spent the weekend in pain. The pain in my side felt like it was worse, it felt like some one was stabbing me with an accupunture needle in my belly. I kept surfing blogs and websites and it seemed fairly common for women to complain of strange pains during pregnancy. Medical sites reassured countless women that this was normal and not a concern as long as the pain wasn't on one side or accompanied by rhythmic cramping.
Well, that didn't reassure me at all - it only alarmed me more - I had exactly those things. The cramps were the worst - really low across the pubic bone, they had me doubled up at times. The only thing I've felt like that before was the cramps I used to associate with my endometriosis. When I was in high school, I used to have intense cramps that would make me freeze in place, gasp for air while waves of burning pain radiating out from my womb to the top of my head and tips of my toes. The ones I felt now were different, but equally intense.
I kept imagining that the baby was stuck in my fallopian tube and everything was bulging, ready to burst. I kept trying to dismiss this and stay calm, but I did more research and found out that it's not uncommon for endometriosis to cause blockages that cause infertility or ectopic pregnancies.
That did it!
I stayed home Monday morning and called my doctor's office. I explained my history & symptoms and the receptionist handed me off to a nurse. The nurse had me waiting for hours. I gave up and went into the office, only to get a call back during a meeting. They wanted me to come in right away, but their ultrasound technician was out that day, so they wanted me to go to the hospital for the test instead.
I was happy to be going in early, but I was sure it wasn't going to go well. My husband couldn't join me on the last minute trip and I was a ball of nervous. I flew into my boss' office - she asked me if everything was okay since I'd been sick that morning. I was a jittering teary eyed mess - I just blurted out "Well, I'm preggers and I'm off to the doctor to see if the bugger's about to kill me - so NO".
-slick- Not the announcement I'd had in mind... sometimes I wish there was a rewind button.
--------------------
"Drink at least 16oz of water and don't go to the bathroom before the test."
I HATE THE EVIL ENTITIES THAT PLANNED THAT ONE. Seriously! By the time I sat in the waiting area for an hour I was about to EXPLODE! I had to practically threaten to pee on the check-in counter before nurse 'nazi' would tell me where the bathroom was. I think she could sense murder in my eyes so she eventually conceded after I *promised* I'd only go a little bit. By the way... in case you were wondering, stopping you pee mid stream when you bladder is about to pop is an extraordinary demonstration of self control.
Half an hour later I tip toed into the testing room, crawled onto the table only to have the technician exclaim "My! Your bladder is so full it's crushing everything, I can't see a thing, I'm going to have to ask you to go to the bathroom first."
.... I couldn't decide if I wanted to strangle her - or kiss her...
I settled for wiping the goo off my belly, pulling up my pants and gratefully waddling to the toilet.
I came back much relieved but no less perturbed.
----------------
Technicians aren't supposed to comment on what they see in a test, but I could see the screen and she could sense my nervousness.
"Baby looks normal and implanted safely in the uterus".
PHEW!
FOOD!
Looking back I totally messed up the 'no alcohol' thing early on, I even dyed my hair which maybe wasn't the best idea... but what I got right was the food.
January 3rd was the last day of my holiday vacation and I spent the day on a shopping spree. I must have been only about 2.5 weeks and I was obsessed with food. I stocked up on an unusual amount of produce and I went on a search for some odd items.
I wanted liver. I haven't eaten liver in at least a decade, but it sounded so good to me. I found a vitamin cottage and decided that organic liver was IMPORTANT. I also scored some hard to find pro-biotic sauerkraut which was inexplicably tantalizing.
I stocked my cube at work with milk, celery, oranges, apples, grapefruit (ahhh.. the glorious citrus), kiwi, nuts, crackers, cereal, oatmeal. You name it. I was eating about every two hours, I just couldn't keep myself from snacking.
I planned out a whole German meal that week. I made fresh knockwurst with gobs of sauerkraut, and potato pancakes with applesauce and sour cream. In case you are wondering... I had NEVER cooked any of those things EVER before. It can't explain how delicious it was.
The next week I invited my sister over for liver and onions. She's the only person I know who loves the stuff. I was really looking forward to it. She loved it. I... well I ate it all. The next morning was the about the only time I felt any nausea. Looking back, the day I wanted liver was right at about 3 - 3.5 weeks when the major organs and liver are first forming. Apparently I needed some extra iron... coincidence?
Since then I've been lucky and haven't discovered any food aversions yet, just odd cravings. I don't have much of a sweet tooth normally, but I've been dipping into the candy stash at work and even followed up my dinner with dessert here and there.
Last week it was fresh red bell peppers and anchovies. I made myself puttanesca two days in a row and loaded it with the silly little fish. I can't describe how satisfying it was!
January 3rd was the last day of my holiday vacation and I spent the day on a shopping spree. I must have been only about 2.5 weeks and I was obsessed with food. I stocked up on an unusual amount of produce and I went on a search for some odd items.
I wanted liver. I haven't eaten liver in at least a decade, but it sounded so good to me. I found a vitamin cottage and decided that organic liver was IMPORTANT. I also scored some hard to find pro-biotic sauerkraut which was inexplicably tantalizing.
I stocked my cube at work with milk, celery, oranges, apples, grapefruit (ahhh.. the glorious citrus), kiwi, nuts, crackers, cereal, oatmeal. You name it. I was eating about every two hours, I just couldn't keep myself from snacking.
I planned out a whole German meal that week. I made fresh knockwurst with gobs of sauerkraut, and potato pancakes with applesauce and sour cream. In case you are wondering... I had NEVER cooked any of those things EVER before. It can't explain how delicious it was.
The next week I invited my sister over for liver and onions. She's the only person I know who loves the stuff. I was really looking forward to it. She loved it. I... well I ate it all. The next morning was the about the only time I felt any nausea. Looking back, the day I wanted liver was right at about 3 - 3.5 weeks when the major organs and liver are first forming. Apparently I needed some extra iron... coincidence?
Since then I've been lucky and haven't discovered any food aversions yet, just odd cravings. I don't have much of a sweet tooth normally, but I've been dipping into the candy stash at work and even followed up my dinner with dessert here and there.
Last week it was fresh red bell peppers and anchovies. I made myself puttanesca two days in a row and loaded it with the silly little fish. I can't describe how satisfying it was!
So far..
(6 weeks)
So far I've been pretty lucky. I'm hungry and I've craved a few strange things (more on that to come), but that's about it.
Occasionally I haven't felt well, but no overwhelming nausea, no headaches, no exhaustion.
Kind of the opposite, I have insomnia. I haven't really slept in weeks.
Already had to give up sleeping on my belly, not because of a belly per se, but because my boobs are out of control and they hurt like hell!
Actually I'd say that's my symptom - pain.
The pain in my side seems less frequent but more severe. My back is killing me too and I can't even have anyone hug me right now because the pain in my chest just makes me want to punch them.
So far I've been pretty lucky. I'm hungry and I've craved a few strange things (more on that to come), but that's about it.
Occasionally I haven't felt well, but no overwhelming nausea, no headaches, no exhaustion.
Kind of the opposite, I have insomnia. I haven't really slept in weeks.
Already had to give up sleeping on my belly, not because of a belly per se, but because my boobs are out of control and they hurt like hell!
Actually I'd say that's my symptom - pain.
The pain in my side seems less frequent but more severe. My back is killing me too and I can't even have anyone hug me right now because the pain in my chest just makes me want to punch them.
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