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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A note

I blog from my work computer mostly.  That's because by the time I get home, I forget to write on the blog.

So, I love comments, BUT blogger hates me!  For the last month or so, I can't post a comment on any blogger blogs...including mine.  So annoying!  Just wanted to put that out there so that you guys don't think I'm ignoring you when I don't answer. 

Anyways,  I'm counting down the hours to my u/s now!  23 hours to exciting!

I had the hubby fill my Diclectin prescription this afternoon 'cause I can't take the all day nausea anymore. 

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night because our fire alarm kept beeping like the batteries were dying.  The only problem with that is that the damn things are hooked into the house's electrical system...they don't need battery power unless we lose electricity.  So I poke Dre awake--yah, the guy who claims to be the lightest sleeper ever slept through 6 really loud fire alarm beeps--and get him to check them.  As he's stumbling through the bedroom and bumping into everything he can possibly hit, we realize that we lost power and that's why the fire alarm is beeping.  It beeps every time it converts from battery to electrical and we apparently lost power 3 or 4 times in a row. 

Anyways, that whole story to tell you guys that I woke up at 3:30AM NAUSEATED!  Yes, apparently even when I'm sleeping my body thinks that feeling icky is fun!  I keep telling myself that at least it means my hormone levels are nice and high, but that's wearing thin now that I've been nauseated for 2 weeks and need to force myself to eat 3 meals a day with at least 2 snacks.

So now I'm considering the Diclectin...the only problem with those meds is that they apparently make you extremely drowsy so I would be a walking zombie for my 4 day weekend which starts in 1 hour.  Dilemma!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Wonderful Week 7 I thought I'd never see you!

So the u/s is looming…


It’s on Thursday afternoon at 2:30.  I can’t wait!  I hope we get a good tech that explains stuff to us.  Instead of just frowning at the monitor and taking measurements without saying a work which happened in my past u/s.


Week 6

 This is me at 7 weeks…bloated!

Weight on Saturday was 152.4, but this morning it was back up to 153.4 so who knows.  I don’t think I’m going to worry too much about my weight until I reach the 2nd trimester.  

So far, I’m still resisting the allure of maternity clothes, but my work clothes are trying to strangle me on most days.  Booh!

No stretch marks in sight and I’m slathering the body butter on to make sure they stay away.  Although, my mom did tell me that she got lots and they say that stretch marks are genetic so I may be doomed no matter what I do.

Sleep is good for the most part and there’s no movement in the belly…way too early!

No cravings this time around.  I think that might be because I spend most days nauseated to death. Everything makes me sick!  Food is not my friend!  I can’t wait for cravings to come…’cause this is torture.  

Dre just has to squeeze me too hard or breathe on me and I’m ready to hurl.  It’s doing wonders to the romance in our lives…poor man which translates to annoying husband for not just knowing this.

Best moment this week was when Dre cleaned all our bathrooms for me!  So happy I don’t have to do that before my mom gets here on Thursday.  

So life is definitely interesting with me pregnant once again.  I think the 1st trimester = torture because you can’t tell anyone why you’re gagging or turning green all the time.  So you just have to put up with “You look tired.” comments and having alcohol shoved at you all the time.  

After the u/s, Dre and I will proceed to start telling all of our families and close friends.  I haven’t told Dre this yet, but if we get a good u/s then I don’t feel like waiting until the end of July which is forever away to tell ppl.  Trying to come up with different ways of not telling ppl I’m pregnant is surprisingly difficult when everyone seems bent on asking me if I am.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Things are moving along!

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I have an u/s in exactly 10 days.  These are going to be the LONGEST 10 days in the history of man!  I'm not very good at waiting for stuff...can't you tell?

Anyways, moving on!

Let's do a pregnancy update.  I've been avoiding these because it's hard to get really excited over something that might not happen like the last pregnancy, but I've gotten excellent advice from the ladies on TB. 

Tell yourself, "Today I am pregnant and just concentrate on that fact."

Last time I had this handy chart I just filled in to tell you guys how things were going.  This time around I think I'm going to go with just writing how I feel along with pictures.

So here's what I look now at 6 weeks.

6 weeks 2 days
Yes, most of this is bloat...knowing that doesn't make my pants fit.
 So here's where I'm starting!

I'm at 6 weeks and I'm not really sure what my starting weight should be.  I was hovering around 152 when I found out I was pregnant, but as soon as I went back to eating a full 2000 calorie diet the scale bounced around.  On most mornings, I'm somewhere around 152-153.5.  My doctor's office weighed me at 156 in the afternoon though...right!  We'll just ignore their number...I think their scale is broken.

This time around, I've seriously considered just putting the maternity stuff on right away.  I've gained a new appreciation for being comfortable without having the waistband of all of my pants try to strangle me.

Sleeping is fine.  I do wake up, once again, one hour before my alarm EVERY day and I woke up at 6AM this weekend. 

I did go for a massage this weekend 'cause my back is killing me.  Apparently, I'm going to be one of those pregnant people who has back aches all the time.  My sciatica is already acting up in a major way too.

In other news, this baby is making me SICK!  Wow, I've had really bad m/s already.  Highlights of the last few days were standing in the pasta aisle at the grocery store and suddenly having such bad m/s that I thought I was gonna hurl over everything.  Good think I had a granola bar with me.  Next one was preparing yogurt and fresh strawberries and raspberries.  Sitting down to eat them and almost throwing up as soon as a tiny drop of yogurt touched my tongue.  Nice!  Yesterday, it progressed to being all dairy making me sick.

I haven't had any really bad cravings this time around, but I think that's because most of the food I think about tends to make me want to hurl.  Lovely isn't it?  Yeah!  At least I take comfort in the fact that this is confirming that the little peanut is growing and that my hormones are doing well. 

Now, I think Dre and I are either going to have pizza or spaghetti for dinner as the only thing not making me queasy is red sauce today.

I'm off to go make vacation plans now.  I need to get away for some R&R soon!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Doc Appointment

So I had my doctor's appointment...and...

Just what I thought.  I have to wait until I'm at least 7 weeks for my first u/s.  According to my doc the heart doesn't start beating until then.  Hmmmm, right!  It starts beating in Week 6, but whatever!

So I booked my u/s for June 27th which is the first working day in my 7th week and I call Dre to tell him.  He goes, "I can't make it.  I have training that week." 

So I'm like, "WTF?"  It's not like I'm gonna wait a whole EXTRA week to be reassured that the baby is doing just fine.  So I tell him that he can either come anyways or I'll go by myself.  Well, apparently that is not a good solution.  So I figured out that in Dre speak "I have training all week that week."  actually means "I have training on Monday and Tuesday and I'm off for the rest of the week."  Huh?  Yeah!

So I booked my u/s for June 30th at 3:20.  I'm really hoping for a perfect u/s and a good tech that will tell us that everything is fine and show us the HB 'cause I don't think I can take waiting until the end of the long weekend to find out!

The rest of the appointment was pretty uneventful.  Same info as last time.  Doc wants me to do the whole panel of blood tests again.  What?  Really?  What are the odds that I got HIV or Syphilis in the last 6 months.  Really?  I just love me some needles!  Anyways, I'll have to do that at some point.

Now I'm just counting down the 2 weeks and 1 day until my u/s.  CANNOT WAIT!  Also, if everything looks good on the u/s we'll be telling the parents.  I would tell them earlier, but my last pregnancy demonstrated the fact that when I say, "Don't tell anyone!" it means "Tell some close friends and then tell them not to tell anyone." to my mom.  So annoying! 

Thursday, June 9, 2011


So turns out that I didn’t get my doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon.

The doctor’s office nicely called me at 10am to tell me they were re-scheduling me.  


If the doctor can’t make it, shouldn’t you know this before the day OF my appointment.  What if I had driven to work?  What if I’d already left for my appointmen?

What I had already done is take the time off with my office and Dre had also taken the time off.  Major inconvenience to have our time changed!  Now, Dre can’t make it to my new appointment on Monday morning so I’ll have to go by myself which is not the end of the world, but it’s always nice to have someone else with you that can remind you of things you wanted to ask about.

So, blah!

I’m not supremely impressed by my doctor’s office between this and all the stuff that happened with their staff during my miscarriage.  And, no, I can’t just go find a new doctor.  I live in a suburb where family doctors are rarer than precious gems.  Also, I happened to have struck gold by choosing a family doctor who is also an OB…so even rarer!  I just hope that they get their act together sometime soon.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Pregnancy has turned me into a raving, stressing lunatic

***Acronyms are now on the left-hand side.  Just scroll down and you’ll see them.***

Yeah, I've used this before, but I really like it.  It makes me laugh every time I see it!
 Have I mentioned that my due date is somewhere around February 12th.  Never wanted a winter pregnancy, but I don’t think I’m gonna complain too much.  I’m just so damn happy that I’m finally pregnant again.  Yep, it took me 3 cycles this time around too.  3rd cycle seems to be the magical cycle for hubby and me.

Originally, the doctor had suggested I wait 3 months before starting to try again and I’d given her a “Are you crazy?” look so she told me that the reason they tell you this is so that they can date the pregnancy more easily.  Yeah.  Whatever!  If I had waited, I would just be starting to TTC again.

Anyways, because of my missed miscarriage the doc had told me that this time around she wants to do an early ultrasound, but because of the system she has to have a reason—apparently a previous miscarriage is not a big enough reason in this country.  She instructed me to tell her that I didn’t know when my last menstrual period (LMP) so that she could send me for an early U/S.So on Wednesday afternoon, I’m gonna lie my head off and tell her I have no idea when my LMP was even though I know it was on May 7th.

Bring on the ultrasound! 

I’m 4 weeks and some days today 3 (I think) so I’m hoping to get an ultrasound at Week 7 (over here they don’t do them too much earlier than that) to confirm that everything is going well.  Since my pregnancy stopped growing at 6w1d last time, I’m looking forward to that ultrasound so that I can breathe a little more easily.

Up until today, I think I’ve been handling the stress of pregnancy fairly well.  But today has been harder.  I guess I’m really stressed about this pregnancy not ending up like the last one.  So I tell myself that I just have to make it past 6w1d which is in less than 2 weeks, but the truth is that once that date is passed and I get my u/s which I pray shows a normal pregnancy with a strong HB then I’ll just worry until I’m out of the 1st trimester and then the 2nd and all the way until I deliver.  I hear that’s a normal mother reaction, but it I’m not usually like that.  I don’t worry much over things I cannot change usually.

I guess the miscarriage robbed me of my belief that things would just work out.  It was devastating last time around…so where does that leave me this time around?  Hoping that everything is great this time around?  How about next time I get pregnant (yes, eventually we’ll have a #2)?  I’ll just worry again. 

I find it sad that I’ve lost the innocent joy that pregnancy brings since it’s a new, happy, and joyous experience.  I’m of course really happy about it, but every time I think about the baby being born in February and go visit some of my old online forums on TB I get that doubt that tells me, “What if this turns out like last time?  Can I go through that again?”  Every time I read a post on TB about someone being so excited that they want to tell everyone right now or are already telling everyone, I just want to tell them to be careful, but then I realize that I’ve been burned with this already and those people will most likely be just fine.

I think I’m feeling a little blah today and that’s showing.  Hopefully, my doctor’s appointment tomorrow will make me feel all happy again.  Dre is coming with me this time around so that’s nice.  He does have to make up the time for it at work, but his boss was fine with taking the time off.  

Anyways, wish me luck and pray for this pregnancy.  I need it!

Monday, June 6, 2011

A story of sticks

I think my problem is that I make up these great posts in my head and then I either forget about them or feel too lazy to actually type them out.  I'm going to have to do something about this I think.

Anyways, the reason I've been missing for the past week is that I've been preoccupied with...

Peeing on sticks of course!

Yah, my life is boring.  But since this is my blog you get to hear all about it anywaysJ

Since I have no patience I decided to POAS on Thursday which happened to be 11 DPO for me.  Now, we’ve already established with my past pregnancy that my pregnancy test comes up negative at 9 DPO (I don’t know who gets positives on this day, but Fertility Friend keeps insisting that it’s possible for about 15% of people).  So I decided that this was stressing me out too much so fuck it I was POAS.

I did.  At 4:30AM by the way…did I mention that?   Here’s a suggestion.  If you’re going to POAS that early because you have to use precious, precious first-morning pee to make sure all the HCG hormones are captured then you should make sure to TURN ON THE LIGHT to check your test.  I was apparently very asleep since I decided to check the damn thing with my iPhone flashlight.  Didn’t see a line…went back to sleep.  Of course I checked the test again when I woke up ‘cause I like to torture myself and check my tests over and over again. 

And then this is what I saw!!!! 

Don't worry if you can't see the line.  It's there, but my camera doesn't seem too
concerned with taking pictures of what's actually there.
There’s a line!  Oh wait, all the charting and TTC gurus claim that those are evaporation line and to ignore them!  Damn it!

So then I decided to test again on Friday ‘cause my SIL was coming over for a BBQ that night and we needed vodka (who doesn’t need vodka).  So I pee on stick #2.  A different brand by the way. And then I look at it in 5 different kinds of light including running downstairs and using my flashlight to see if I can see a line.  I can BARELY see a line.  As in, my brain could be making this line up, but I only have 10 minutes for the results to be valid and then even if there is a line it could a damn evaporation line again.  

What to do?  Gah!  Run around and tear your hair out!

Then I haul the husband over and get him to tell me what he sees.  He of course declares that he can definitely see a line!  I took a picture of it and even on pics you can’t see a line.  

So I patiently waited till we got back from work and sent the hubby to the pharmacy to get me stuff I was missing for my yummy, yummy vodka drinks and a DIGITAL pregnancy test.  None of that pansy line thing that could be or couldn’t be a line.  Now I will either have a YES or a NO.  No guessing.  Right?

Well, as it turns out the test can come back with a ?.  WTF is that?  Apparently it's an invalid test.  SIL and I discovered this as she was knocking back the vodka and I was drinking my fake vodka drink (no alcohol ppl…sheesh…don’t get all paranoid on me).  So then we had a discussion on whether or not I should take the really expensive digital test on Saturday or another cheapie one.  

Another cheapie one won.  And…

That one was pretty damn positive. 

So what did I do?

I peed on the damn expensive digital test on Sunday which was 14DPO for those who are counting.  Why?  Well, because I can and I’ve never used a digital one.

So on Sunday morning I get up at 6 all bleary eyed and stand at the counter dancing around and trying to pee my pants as I take the test out of its packaging.  Now the instructions say “Test will self-activate when removed from packaging.  You’ll see a steady clock symbol.  DO NOT use if there is not clock symbol.” (I might have paraphrased some…don’t quote me.)

I looked at the damn thing and what do I see?  NOTHING?  No clock, no nothing.  I shake the test.  I take the cover off.  I shake it some more.  I curse at it. I bang it on the counter a few times.  There's still no clock symbol.  Now I start ranting about expensive digital tests that are crap to hubby who is in bed and pretending to sleep.  He of course assumes that I’m too stupid to read instructions and tells me I should pee on it and then the clock will come on.  Hmmmm, right….whatever!  For good measure, I whack the hell out of my test of few more times on the windowsill and look at it.  Miracle!  The clock symbol has suddenly appeared!

So I peed on it and waited for 3 minutes and then it said…

Yup, that’s right folks I am PREGNANT once again!  Also, I have to tell you that I LOVE First Response Digital Pregnancy Tests (no they’re not paying me)!  Apart from the banging required to make the damn things start up, they are genius.  No guessing if there is a line or anything.  It’s perfect!