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Bloodwork and Nausea

Tuesday, March 17th, 2009

So I’m putting a cut in place for those who get squeamish from vomit and blood stories… (more…)

Long-Awaited Update

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

I haven’t updated because life has been throwing me curveballs lately, the most recent being that my hands are all painful and swollen.  I saw Dr. Awesome last Thursday and she gave me splints to try and get some of the swelling down and take care of what looks to be pregnancy swelling mixed with carpal tunnel syndrome.

I’ve gained at least 10 lbs in the last month.  While this is all OK with Dr. Awesome, it’s making me feel like a beached whale.  I’m guessing that Daniel is a growing boy and needs the extra weight — well… either that or it’s serious water weight gain.

We’ve also got MAJOR kicking going on.  I have a little soccer player in my womb and the kicking is so hard that it will actually make me flinch on occasion when I’m not expecting it.  The little beast has also figured out how to stick his foot between my ribs.

I will *try* to get tummy pics this week.  Because it’s not in my morals to do so, I won’t (hopefully) be showing any tummy skin.  You will, however, see THE BELLEH which enters a room just before I do.

Lent and Pregnancy

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

I’ve got the mother of all depression-anxiety attacks.  If I wasn’t pregnant, I could take some Klonopin and bliss out.  Unfortunately, Klonopin is a Class D medication and my doctor gets stern and flustered when I take Class D medications that I don’t *theoretically* need.  (Well… that and I’m out of it anyway so it’s not like I can just randomly take a dose of it.)  Pregnancy really does suck on occasion as does having the genes for this on both sides of my family.

Lent started today and because I’m too liturgically-inclined for my own good, it’s a meatless day for me.  This is just really not good because the depression-anxiety is already making me not want to eat and the only things that appeal to me are the things with meat in them.  (Why yes… my body *is* jonesing for a protein fix.  How could we tell?)  I’ve also given up swearing for the next 40 days (which doesn’t count Sundays depending on how strictly you interpret things) which is going to be *interesting* given the number of four-lettered words that fly around my office.  (I’m keeping precursors like “crap” though.)  Let’s just say that it’s probably good that I’m not due to go into labor in the next 40 days — I would so be breaking the Lenten thing QUICKLY.

Stupid Lawyers…

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

I’m not feeling like reposting the whole spiel here so if you’re interested in my take on the commercials flipping out about Paxil side effects and birth defects, it’s here.

Update on Daniel

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

So I’m actually calling the sea monkey by its given name now.  Yes, I’ve accepted that I’m pregnant — that moment came in December when we had the first ultrasound and I saw him moving around.

I did see Dr. Awesome two days after the ultrasound.  It was a minor visit — she just wanted to see me and make sure all was well.  Daniel was asleep so his heart rate was only about 120 instead of the normal 140-150 that we normally get when he’s doing somersaults, kickboxing me, or playing with his feet.  Measurement-wise, I’m also where I should be which I guess is good.  Weight-wise, I gained 0.6 lbs which I find so funny because I’ve just gained and lost that weight since about December with little change.

Last Sunday (a week ago), I got hit with severe nausea and was up a good chunk of the night vomiting and cleaning out the sink drain because my stomach contents plugged it up.  I have plastic bags near wherever I’m sleeping because the nausea usually hits pretty fast and the other part of the night, I was making trips to the bathroom because of all the ginger ale and club soda (basically carbonated water) I was drinking to try and settle my stomach.  Going into work on Monday morning was NOT an option due to having no sleep.

As for my tummy, there’s debate on whether or not it’s all that big.  I’m definitely pregnant-looking but people have commented that I’m not “showing” as much as I could.  (This is so nice to hear because I do feel like I resemble a beached whale on occasion.)  I’m fitting into pre-pregnancy clothes kind of intermittently and shirts are long enough as long as I’m aware of where they are relative to my waistband.  (I consider it impolite to show off belly skin.)

In my non-pregnancy life, I’m reading a really great book by Barbara Kingsolver called Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year in Food Life.  I should be feeling guilty because I eat a lot of processed foods these days as well as lots of Subway (serious convenience factor on my part, not to mention that they’ll make me whatever I want in terms of a sandwich) but I’m not due to not having the time or energy to have a social conscience at the moment.  It’s kind of amusing because it theoretically would not be that hard to actually eat the way she describes in the book during much of the year as I can get (and probably store) vegetables from neighbors and from the Hutterites.  As far as meat/dairy, the Hutterites slaughter chickens and do eggs, most of my parishioners raise cattle (and would probably sell me beef if I wanted it), a couple of my church kids sell eggs, and one of my neighbors milks her own cattle.  Looking out over the vast whitescape right now, this is all pretty far-fetched because it’s very definitely WINTER here and my local grocery store (while fairly good) doesn’t import all that much variety out of season.  Once Daniel is born, I might actually have the time to have a food conscience (strange as it sounds) because I can take him to farmer’s markets with me and I’m sure my neighbors wouldn’t mind a visit if I wanted meat or milk or eggs.

Off to curl up with the panther who is probably wondering why Mommy hasn’t come to see her yet.  (Then again, she had me this morning because I was sleeping some Sudafed instead of being in church like a good pastor’s wife.)

The Ultrasound Today

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

Everything went well and…


It’s a little surprising because I’m carrying high which usually means a girl.  But… these things are usually old wives’ tales and the only body part the little monster was interested in showing us were his male parts.  The rest of the time, he was either balled up being uncooperative or was playing with his feet and doing somersaults.  My co-workers were commenting (when I told them) that there’s a reason I’m so wiped out all the time — I have an active little baby!!!!

Dr. Fabulous (the high-risk doctor who I saw today) is a total character.  I was expecting a nice shirt and tie.  Instead, I got scrubs and cowboy boots.  🙂  Very nice guy and he answered every question we had as well as reassuring us that the baby was just fine despite the bloodwork last week.  None of the markers for Down’s were present and while they do want to do a short ultrasound in 10 weeks to re-check a couple things, the heart issues were not there and the facial features are good.

And his name shall be called… Daniel James.

Not That I Really Wanted To Know…

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

My MSAFP test came back slightly elevated for Down’s Syndrome.  Ummm… have I mentioned that I did not want the test in the first place and was kind of talked into it?  The bruise from the bloodwork had finally disappeared too!

Dr. Awesome had left a message on the answering machine last night saying that she wanted to talk to me about my bloodwork.  This was a red flag because they NEVER call you unless there’s a problem.  I got ahold of her today and she told me that the test was elevated for Down’s Syndrome but not to panic because this apparently happens when they test people as late as they tested me.  Apparently, it’s not uncommon and not a panic thing but OMG… they got my appointment with the high-risk person in Great Falls moved up PDQ!!!

The really cool 3-D ultrasound will be next Friday.  We’re putting off the discovery of the gender of the sea monkey until then because I’m not thinking that my insurance companies want to pay for two ultrasounds and would likely stick us with the bill for the more expensive one.