Nothing exciting to report. All very boring actually.
I'm still not showing, yet I only have two pair of pants that actually fit me. I may have to break down and buy some pregnancy shorts and Capri's, but I'm not looking forward to it. I can't wait until I show so I don't just look fat(er). I think that may take a while though, since I actually am fat. Thank goodness empire waist and baby doll styles are in right now, because I find them very comfortable and in my mind at least they give the illusion of pregnancy.
I'm still tired, but perhaps not as bad as I was. I do have days with some energy, but then seem to pay for it the next day. I have a feeling I did myself a disservice spending the first three months on the couch. A little exercise then would have been good for me and perhaps I would have more energy now.
Can I tell you about my skin? Holy cow, my neck and shoulders are breaking out like crazy. Big red pimples, that rarely come to a head, but then last forever. I think some of them are trying to turn in to skin tags, but I refuse to let them. It's something else, I tell you.
I rented a Doppler about a week ago. Believe it or not I've only listened once, the day I got it. This was after a weekend that I was feeling some odd cramping and just felt strange over all. I needed the reassurance that something was still growing in there. This week though, I've felt good, and just believe that everything is OK. My next ultrasound is next Friday. I can't wait to see how much baby has grown in the last four weeks.
Boobs are still huge, and sore. And man oh man, but did the nipples get huge!
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
No tongues were severed in the writing of this blog
In the last week or so The Boy has decided that sticking out his tongue is the four year old version of giving the middle finger. And I’m sure that’s only because he doesn’t know about giving the middle finger. So whenever we tell him something he doesn’t want to hear, or he’s in the middle of a temper tantrum, amongst all his other actions, out slides his adorable little tongue.
Frankly, I just ignore it. Of all the things he does, a little tongue sticking is pretty minor. However, they appear to find it somewhat more offensive at school. So yesterday, after being taken out into the hall by one of his teachers (Miss L), another teacher (Miss T) walked by and asked what was going on. Miss L told Miss T that TB was being very fresh to hear and was not being a nice friend. Miss T saw TB stick out his tongue so she told him that in her classroom she had a special pair of scissors just for that, and she could just go SNIP and take care of it for him.
Well, talk about freaking a kid out! Apparently TB lost it and expressed great remorse, and promised never to do it again.
Fast forward a couple hours to the annual bedtime for wild animals party, as we struggle to get TB to do anything even remotely related to assisting in his bedtime ritual, and once again, out slips that tongue of his. Well, Daddy now knowing about that special pair of scissors told TB that he was going to call Miss T and ask her to bring them over. So he got on the phone and did just that. Well, hysteria ensued. TB completely lost his shit. He begged and promised he would never do it again, just please, please call Miss T and tell her not to come. So, Daddy called Miss T again and told her TB promised he wouldn’t do it again.
Where was I during this exchange? Laughing hysterically as I listened from the living room. Yeah, I know…worlds worst mother here.
Frankly, I just ignore it. Of all the things he does, a little tongue sticking is pretty minor. However, they appear to find it somewhat more offensive at school. So yesterday, after being taken out into the hall by one of his teachers (Miss L), another teacher (Miss T) walked by and asked what was going on. Miss L told Miss T that TB was being very fresh to hear and was not being a nice friend. Miss T saw TB stick out his tongue so she told him that in her classroom she had a special pair of scissors just for that, and she could just go SNIP and take care of it for him.
Well, talk about freaking a kid out! Apparently TB lost it and expressed great remorse, and promised never to do it again.
Fast forward a couple hours to the annual bedtime for wild animals party, as we struggle to get TB to do anything even remotely related to assisting in his bedtime ritual, and once again, out slips that tongue of his. Well, Daddy now knowing about that special pair of scissors told TB that he was going to call Miss T and ask her to bring them over. So he got on the phone and did just that. Well, hysteria ensued. TB completely lost his shit. He begged and promised he would never do it again, just please, please call Miss T and tell her not to come. So, Daddy called Miss T again and told her TB promised he wouldn’t do it again.
Where was I during this exchange? Laughing hysterically as I listened from the living room. Yeah, I know…worlds worst mother here.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Kind of a good-news/bad-news frustrating sort of day yesterday.
Good news: first results from the sequential screen blood test came back and were excellent. Risk of downs is 1 in 4900, risk of trisomy 18 1 in 10,000.
We’ll go for the next blood draw in three weeks.
Bad news: One of my coworkers was fired today. Of course we are given very little information (although I know that her attitude and inability to get along with our boss has been an issue for a long time) and it was quite surprising to all of us, most of all for her I’m sure. Very odd how it was handled, especially since we are such a small place. She’s being treated like a criminal, is not allowed back in the building, all her stuff has been boxed up, etc. I find it hard to believe that she would do anything criminal or destructive to warrant this treatment.
I got home exhausted (typical, lately) and overwhelmed by the happenings at work. Too bad Amazing Daddy had a tennis game and left the house at 6:45 so I was in charge of bath and bed. The Boy did well though, although he wasn’t asleep when I left the room and I heard him playing for a while.
Imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 10pm and it was our neighbor telling us that TB was hanging out his bedroom window. Of course we make a mad dash up to his room. There we find him throwing the contents of his bedroom out the window. Mind you this was over and through the safety bars that are there. He managed to push through the screen and then start shoving blankets, stuffed animals, books, clothes, shoes, toys, etc. through the window and down on to the driveway.
Of course much of it got stuck on the little roof overhang that is below his window so I had to push the stuff down the rest of the way with a broom. I was pretty pissed off!
He won’t be getting any of that stuff back. I guess it’s one way to get his room clean. I haven’t taken inventory yet, but I think he pushed most of his animals out, which is going to be pretty tough for him since he loves sleeping with them. Oh well! Wish us a better night tonight please!
We’ll go for the next blood draw in three weeks.
Bad news: One of my coworkers was fired today. Of course we are given very little information (although I know that her attitude and inability to get along with our boss has been an issue for a long time) and it was quite surprising to all of us, most of all for her I’m sure. Very odd how it was handled, especially since we are such a small place. She’s being treated like a criminal, is not allowed back in the building, all her stuff has been boxed up, etc. I find it hard to believe that she would do anything criminal or destructive to warrant this treatment.
I got home exhausted (typical, lately) and overwhelmed by the happenings at work. Too bad Amazing Daddy had a tennis game and left the house at 6:45 so I was in charge of bath and bed. The Boy did well though, although he wasn’t asleep when I left the room and I heard him playing for a while.
Imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 10pm and it was our neighbor telling us that TB was hanging out his bedroom window. Of course we make a mad dash up to his room. There we find him throwing the contents of his bedroom out the window. Mind you this was over and through the safety bars that are there. He managed to push through the screen and then start shoving blankets, stuffed animals, books, clothes, shoes, toys, etc. through the window and down on to the driveway.
Of course much of it got stuck on the little roof overhang that is below his window so I had to push the stuff down the rest of the way with a broom. I was pretty pissed off!
He won’t be getting any of that stuff back. I guess it’s one way to get his room clean. I haven’t taken inventory yet, but I think he pushed most of his animals out, which is going to be pretty tough for him since he loves sleeping with them. Oh well! Wish us a better night tonight please!
Thursday, May 03, 2007
genetic testing and level 1 ultrasound
12 weeks 2 days
My first full bladder ultrasound. Whoohooo. Smart me though didn't drink as much as they wanted me to and I was still fine. Yeah! Although I still almost peed myself when I sneezed. Reminder to self: start doing those damn Kegel's!
We met with the genetic specialist and managed to confuse the crap out of ourselves. But, ultimately we decided to do the NT and the sequential screen. Frankly, with the embryo of a 30 year old I'm not sure we really need to, but I'm hoping for peace of mind when it is all done.
Apparently the NT measured just fine, so we wait for the blood results in 3 to 5 business days. Based on that we will decide if we want to do an amnio.
Everything on the ultrasound looked fine. Quite an amazing alien baby I have growing in there. Although we saw some profile shots which were just stunning. I swear it looks like our son's profile. Amazing Daddy thinks I'm insane. He's probably right.
Any who....I feel pretty good about things right now.
Yesterday we met with the OB for the first time. I really liked her she was very positive and congratulatory. The nurse even called us kids when she left the room, which cracked me up since AD is going to be 50 on Saturday. Of course, this same nurse managed to alter my weight by 50 pounds on the chart. 50 pounds people! She made it look like I had LOST 50 pounds (which would be awesome) since my visit with the nurse two weeks ago. Despite the doctor making a comment that she thinks this nurse is on drugs, I think I like her!
But back to the doctor. We asked all our questions, mainly about my weight and my Zoloft use. She said not to worry about my weight and to just enjoy being pregnant. She agreed that if I don't gain much weight that would be fine, but I should just eat healthy and try to focus on high protein low carbs. As for the Zoloft she said it is the most studied SSRI in pregnancy and that is what they prefer their patients to be on if they need something. She didn't seem familiar with a study I did a poor job of trying to recall for her about newborns born with pulmonary hypertension (might have helped if I could have remembered that word!) in women taking Zoloft after 20 weeks. Anyway, I'll check out the articles again and then decide. I think ultimately it comes down to is it better to have a happy mother than a miserable one.
I did have confirmation today that I will need to have ultrasounds every other week between weeks 16 and 26 since I had a LEEP done several years ago. Apparently there is some risk of my cervix failing during that time. I asked what the treatment was if any of the US showed there was a problem and the doctor said either bed rest or they would sew it shut. You can imagine how happy Amazing Daddy was to hear that bed rest might be a possibility. Frankly, I'm just not all that concerned. I think the chances of that happening are pretty slim.
So, next OB appointment and next US in four weeks. I'm not sure if I can go that long without pictures!! Yikes.
My first full bladder ultrasound. Whoohooo. Smart me though didn't drink as much as they wanted me to and I was still fine. Yeah! Although I still almost peed myself when I sneezed. Reminder to self: start doing those damn Kegel's!
We met with the genetic specialist and managed to confuse the crap out of ourselves. But, ultimately we decided to do the NT and the sequential screen. Frankly, with the embryo of a 30 year old I'm not sure we really need to, but I'm hoping for peace of mind when it is all done.
Apparently the NT measured just fine, so we wait for the blood results in 3 to 5 business days. Based on that we will decide if we want to do an amnio.
Everything on the ultrasound looked fine. Quite an amazing alien baby I have growing in there. Although we saw some profile shots which were just stunning. I swear it looks like our son's profile. Amazing Daddy thinks I'm insane. He's probably right.
Any who....I feel pretty good about things right now.
Yesterday we met with the OB for the first time. I really liked her she was very positive and congratulatory. The nurse even called us kids when she left the room, which cracked me up since AD is going to be 50 on Saturday. Of course, this same nurse managed to alter my weight by 50 pounds on the chart. 50 pounds people! She made it look like I had LOST 50 pounds (which would be awesome) since my visit with the nurse two weeks ago. Despite the doctor making a comment that she thinks this nurse is on drugs, I think I like her!
But back to the doctor. We asked all our questions, mainly about my weight and my Zoloft use. She said not to worry about my weight and to just enjoy being pregnant. She agreed that if I don't gain much weight that would be fine, but I should just eat healthy and try to focus on high protein low carbs. As for the Zoloft she said it is the most studied SSRI in pregnancy and that is what they prefer their patients to be on if they need something. She didn't seem familiar with a study I did a poor job of trying to recall for her about newborns born with pulmonary hypertension (might have helped if I could have remembered that word!) in women taking Zoloft after 20 weeks. Anyway, I'll check out the articles again and then decide. I think ultimately it comes down to is it better to have a happy mother than a miserable one.
I did have confirmation today that I will need to have ultrasounds every other week between weeks 16 and 26 since I had a LEEP done several years ago. Apparently there is some risk of my cervix failing during that time. I asked what the treatment was if any of the US showed there was a problem and the doctor said either bed rest or they would sew it shut. You can imagine how happy Amazing Daddy was to hear that bed rest might be a possibility. Frankly, I'm just not all that concerned. I think the chances of that happening are pretty slim.
So, next OB appointment and next US in four weeks. I'm not sure if I can go that long without pictures!! Yikes.
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