And the award for being smarter than my dr goes to…..(drumroll please)….Leah!!!! The answer to my sitting in traffic woes is that I probably have an irritable uterus. The lovely Leah guessed it right 6 weeks ago! He said he wasn’t worried since it’s pretty much just isolated to when I’m sitting in traffic and that when we sit, the uterus tilts forward a little bit. Gave me the whole try to shift positions and rest talk. So Monday morning when the traffic reports say someone is taking a nap in her car, laying on her left side, in the middle of the Am.erican L.egion bridge, all you local ladies can think of me! If it continues or gets worse later in the pregnancy we’ll talk about putting me on a modified work schedule. With no traffic I can be at work in 20 minutes, during rush hour it’s at least double that (on a good day). Also said the cervix wasn’t an issue. Apparently the tech did 3 measurements and the other 2 were all over 3, he thinks that one was just a funny angle or something. All in all I was told I was a model patient. He said the words I think every woman should hear from a medical professional, “Your weight gain is just perfect”. LOVE it. Gained 4 pounds last month and am up 10 so far for the pregnancy. The basketball that is currently shoved underneath my rib cage really seems to be more than that though.
So I’m going to try to relax and enjoy the next few weeks. I’m at a point where I feel pretty good and can feel Q moving all day long. I know the uncomfortable times are approaching so I figure I should take advantage of feeling fairly good. Might venture to B.uy B.uy B.aby this weekend to start looking at things, we’ll see. It still feels like tempting fate but I know it needs to be done. They say cribs and furniture can sometimes take over 12 weeks to arrive and I have no idea what I like or want yet. During my insomnia last night (been up since 2:30 this morning) I read Consu.mer Reports Baby Products and B.aby B.argains so I’ve got some starting point. All I really know is I don’t want anything over the top and I’d like to be somewhat minimalistic about this…babies don’t really need that much, especially in the beginning.
On a fun note I got a bonus yesterday! Most of it went to the massive credit card bill from our March vacation but I did splurge and get my hair cut and highlights at the good place last night. It’s a mini spa and they walk around with chocolates, cheese, bottles of water. Mr H always laughs saying I pay over 200 for a bottle of water but since I only do it about once a year, I think it’s fine. This way it’ll look good next weekend for the wedding. We’re going to an engagement party this weekend and since I’ll look fancy, maybe I’ll be brave and post a pic or two.
Hope everyone has a good weekend….and while you’re here, go click over to Morissa and send her some good vibes while she waits for her beta
We have a heartbeat! There was one little bean in there, measuring right on cue, 6 weeks 3 days. I can now breathe….at least for a few days. I don’t think I have ever been as nervous or anxious before in my entire life. Our next ultrasound is Wed the 30th.
Ok, gotta run to work, just wanted to give you all a quick update. Thanks so much for all the hope and support. Once again, I am amazed and blessed to have met such an astounding group of women!
Sorry everyone. I’ve gone back and forth between not knowing what to say and not having the energy to type. Tons of thoughts running through my head though so this might be a long one!
– I caved and bought a book. And after not allowing it in the house for 2 days, I actually took it out of the car over the weekend. I realized late last week that I am really good at being infertile. I know alot about it. Ask me anything, if I don’t know the answer, I’ll be able to find it quickly. However, I know absolutely nothing about being pregnant (there, I said it). I’m afraid I am not going to be good at it. So I bought a book and proceeded to get annoyed with said book less than 1 chapter in because of this “We all know if takes 2 to conceive a baby but it takes a minimum of 3-mother, father, and…health care professional…” Really, took a few more than 3 people for me! So that book has been put down and I still know nothing.
– thank you for all of your help and suggestions about my blockage problems. With a careful diet of Kashi cereal for brekkie, prunes to snack on all day, and at least one other meal containing beans, I’ve gotten it under control. Gas, heartburn, and constant low grade nausea have stepped in. I’m not complaining though…in fact, I welcome every burp and stomach roll. Helps me make it to next Tuesday.
– I knew that newly p-word people are tired. I’m Ok with that because I love to sleep. What I did not expect was being drop dead exhausted…and not being able to sleep. I’m typically up for 2-3 hours each night, regardless of if I nap during the day, what time I go to bed, etc. Luckily, my boss sent me home today to take a nap and work the rest of the afternoon from home. (and look how I’m thanking her, by catching up on all your blogs and posting)
I swear I had a ton more posts in my head, but I have no idea where they went. Of course I’m convinced that they were my best thoughts yet…like when you forget to hit save and lose a paragraph of your paper. You re-write it, but you know what you originally had was SO much better than the drivel you’re coming up with now. That’s what this post is, drivel.
One week to ultrasound. We’re heading up to Long Island this weekend for my niece’s baby naming. So that’s 3 days that will help me get my mind off it. We’ll drive home Monday and then just one more sleep! I’m guessing we’ll be stopping at every single rest stop between here and NY…my bladder has got a mind of its own lately.
Thanks again for the advice and support. I think I’d go crazy without all you ladies!
I haven’t really posted alot this week because I really don’t know what to say. This whole thing is surreal to me. I feel like I’m on an episode of P.unk’d or something. Any minute now I expect someone to jump out and tell me it’s all a joke.
I’m slowly starting to accept the fact that right now, I’m the p-word. I know that doesn’t translate into an actual baby but I’m going to try to be excited about it. All the old infertile thoughts are really hard to make go away. Take this morning for example, I called to schedule my u/s and my favorite receptionist answered the phone. I hadn’t seen her the last time I was there and as soon as I said my name and what I was calling for, she got all excited, asked if I was p-word, and said congrats and how happy she was for me. Now this is not a story about how nice people at my clinic are, but rather, that all I could think about was the women in the waiting room and how that moment, while exciting for me since this is largely a secret, must have been torturous for them. I would have been miserable if, while sitting there waiting for my pre-dawn appointment with the dildocam, I heard that and would be posting about how insensitive they were, not how nice. Not sure what the whole point of that little story was…I guess just that I don’t know how to think of myself.
I know how I’m feeling though and while I got some temporary relieve from the constipation, it came back rather quickly. I am so bloated from it all, and from all the water I’m drinking to help relieve it, that my pants barely fit. And this is disgusting but I’m farting constantly. I just can’t stop myself, I hate it. It is cracking Mr H up though. Tuesday night I had a handful of the prunes and they did nothing. Last night, I ate about half the container and they worked their magic in the middle of the night. But now, right back to blockage. Makes me feel so sick. I might have to try the prune juice instead. Really not looking forward to that.
I scheduled my ultrasound for the Tuesday the 22nd. That is so far away. I could have made the appointment for that Monday instead but I really wanted my doctor to do it. And, in the alternate universe I’m now living in, would make me 6w3d, which gives us a decent shot of maybe seeing a heart beat. Not that I’m getting ahead of myself.
Thanks again for all the thoughts and good wishes. I’ve saved every single one, they make me cry
I’ve done this before. I should know better than to wear red undies. Every single time I went to the bathroom, my heart skipped a beat. I think I’m going to throw these out tonight.
Pretty sure I’ve got my first few symptoms. I am beyond constipated. I think we’re almost at a week. And it’s not pleasant. I bought myself a big ol bag of dried fruit and have been munching on it. Picking out the dried plums (what a nice euphemism) and making sure I eat those. I’m hoping it works some magic soon. I’ve also had horrible indigestion and heartburn the last two nights. Let me tell you, Indian was not a good choice. It made me bloated beyond belief. Not sure what to do about this one. I ate less for dinner tonight, hoping that helps.
Still having lots of cramps, which depending on my mood either make me feel better or worse. Lots of pains on my right side. Feels cyst-like. And since I had 3 follies on that side, I’m telling myself that’s what it is.
Third beta is tomorrow morning. I’m not quite as nervous as I was last time, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be checking my voicemail starting around 11-ish. Yes, I know full well they won’t call until 2, but I’ll still be checking just in case!
Sorry for the random collection of thoughts…that’s the only way my mind can work right now
Beta was 425 for a doubling time of 45.52 hrs. Today is 16 dpiui. I do not know who I became this afternoon but I really don’t like her. Even though I know full well they don’t start making calls until 1:30 to 2-ish, I still started checking my voicemail around 11:30. And I didn’t get ANY work done because I kept checking every 3-5 minutes.
So for now, I’m sitting back and am going to enjoy this moment. For now, there’s something growing in there. If Wednesday also has a good number, I’ll have to come up with a new name for this little embie. For now, we’ve been calling it the “Maybe Baby” but I don’t think that inspires much confidence.
On to other things, I forgot to post earlier today about the great time I had out with the DC ladies. Sorry I didn’t get to spend more time with all of you. Who knew there was a Cosi on both sides of Dupont Circle??? Certainly not me! But LJ and I had a great little chat by ourselves before running across the circle to meet everyone else! Next time I promise to pay closer attention to directions.
Thank you all again for the good wishes and support. Seeing you guys in my inbox all day long was fantastic….got me through the day
First, thank you for all of your words of encouragement and good wishes. I am so unbelievably blessed to have all of you ladies in my life.
This morning I feel like I’m in Las V.egas. All day I’ve been thinking “Big number, big number, no whammies, big number!” My fear is that just like in LV, the house always wins. Doesn’t matter what game you’re playing; injectibles, C.lomid, IUI, IVF…the IF Hotel and Casino has the edge.
I know this is a horribly negative way to think and I really do want to be excited and enjoy this moment but the truth is, I’m scared out of my mind. I go back and forth on if I’m having any symptoms. Definitely some cramping over the weekend, but for the most part that’s gone. Other than that, most of the other symptoms can be blamed on the Pr.ometrium.
So nothing to do but wait…and keep thinking “big number, big number”!