Yeah, yeah, I know, it has been awhile. So I will start off with a question for you. When you feel like you might throw up at any moment do you want to sit down with your computer and write? I didn’t think so. I keep thinking I will update more often but nights are when I am the sickest and that is when I write so it just doesn’t happen. I swear I have good intentions.
Our ultrasound last week went well. She thought I had finally graduated to the top of the stomach ultrasound instead of the vaginal since I was at 12 and ½ weeks. So she tried. First thing she said was “ok, this is your baby, its heartbeat and here it is standing on its head”. So there went the non-invasive outside of the body ultrasound since it makes getting the measurements they need a little harder when it is standing on its head. So she went back to the good ole trusty vaginal way. Hooray! (just kidding). I am wondering now though if that might be the best way since when she was doing the belly one she was pushing so dang hard on my stomach that it was giving me cramps. Oh well, who knows. The baby was measuring 13 weeks and its heart was beating at 163. So everything looked good. She did tell me that I have a “tricky uterus” whatever that means. Maybe I have a secret talent that I did not know about. Exciting! We go back on December 29th which will be our last appointment with our fertility doctor. I will be taken off all hormones because at that point my body should be completely ready to handle things on its own. Little scary if you ask me but we trust our doctor so we are sure things will be ok. He still wanted me to take things easy, which means a maximum of 4 hours a day being active or on my feet. I am still spotting/bleeding on a daily basis but I have learned to not panic at the sight of it. But oh how I wish it would stop soon.
What I am about to say might be a little intimate for some and any guy readers might want to skip it all together. I questioned writing about it but figured this is my thoughts. It is another change pregnancy has brought about and many women have probably faced the same problem. So here it is: Onto another pregnancy first….I visited a place I have never been before. It was also somewhere that I didn’t want to be and embarrassed to of had to go. Here it is, ta da da dum….. the underwear section at Wal-Mart. (little FYI, I am not dissing Wal-Mart in any way, I buy clothes there just never any of my usually cute little undergarments). I was beyond desperate for some undies comfort. I have always been a faithful Victoria’s Secret shopper but my new needs are farthest from their concerns. I needed something soft that covered more area than I am used to and didn’t cut off any blood flow. Did I ever find it. I had no idea that some panties had so much material they could clothe the entire population of Rhode Island. Yes, I cringe when I walk by a mirror and wonder who that is supporting the granny panties but I have reached the point where I just don’t care. Yes, if someone saw me I would die including my poor husband. He has been nothing but kind and says he doesn’t care as long as I am comfortable. What a good man he is (or maybe he is just a tiny bit scared of my hormone induced craziness). Oh, I guess I should mention he has never seen me fully in my new drawers because I am too mortified to show him. I only showed him the top and how high up they seem to go. We are talking only a few inches from my armpits. Now that I think about it I kind of look like a rodeo clown. Maybe I should attach some suspenders to them. Now I understand why so many women over the years during numerous conversations have looked at me and said “just wait until you are pregnant and/or have children.” I am there, proudly though, I wouldn’t trade my pregnant body fashion disaster panties for anything.
Random things:
I still have the hiccups every day.
I crave toast with spray butter on a daily basis (we are talking 4-10 pieces a day).
Indigestion has kicked in BIG TIME.
I am starting to really look pregnant. My belly feels like it grows a little every day.
I bend over differently to pick up things. I sometimes want to waddle when I walk. How quickly things change.
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