eniarelocin: (11w3days)
Today marks the last day of the first trimester. So, the overview:

The first trimester was definitely not easy. The last few months, well the last couple specifically, have been increasingly high stress. I, at least, have been pretty overwhelmed with the demands on my time, mentally, and physically. This endeavour has been expensive and will only be more so in the coming months. Every aspect of everything has been a challenge.
First Trimester Overview )

Looking ahead: In this coming trimester, I'm really looking forward to being able to actually feel the baby move. That could be as close as a few weeks away, or as far as July. I know it's different for everyone, but I really hope it's sooner rather than later. There are still times when I wonder if I somehow made all of this up in my imagination and am just getting fat or something. I should hope that fetal movement would put that to rest. Also, I would like to look very definitely pregnant and not just like I'm packin' it on. I'm sure I'm asking for trouble there, as Stephen likes to remind me, because by that time I'm likely to be becoming quite uncomfortable and wishing for the time when I didn't or won't have a bowling ball in my abdomen. Oh well... I'll just complain about that when I get there. Right now I'm looking forward to it.
I'm sure as every month passes the anxiety regarding impending parenthood will grow with my belly, but I'm also looking forward to seeing the signs of baby's coming around the house. I want to be prepared. I'm looking forward to nesting a bit, and to having the time to do it.

I hope the rest of this goes well... and better than it has.
eniarelocin: (11w3days)
Yoga is good.

However, yoga in a space without enough room for me to full extend anything is bad, and life will be much improved when my black, birthday yoga mats finally get here. Also, note to self: hoover area before sticking your face in the carpet whilst doing child's pose and meditation.

But on the whole: Yoga is very very good. It also helps me appreciate the fact that I am still capable of bending in most ways and touching my toes... and all that good stuff. Biggest obstacle to date is my gigantic chestular area. I feel like a ... well... I'm definitely in preparation for being a feed bag.

I had ordered Prenatal Yoga along with Pilates During Pregnancy, a couple of books and two yoga mats (I have long legs) from Amazon. I think I should be able to find time to one of these a day. And I know I'll feel better. I'm trying to get [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove to do it with me, or any kind of exercise. Fortunately, [livejournal.com profile] mansonitebat and B volunteered without any prompting to join me and shove pillows under their shirts so I don't feel so alone in my giganticness.

Hurray! Accomplishment. Now if I could only magically make the laundry disappear. *le sigh* I'll get there in the end, eh?
eniarelocin: (11w3days)
NEW PICTURES... like I promised. Sorry it didn't happen yesterday. We were busy entertaining a gimpy [livejournal.com profile] kevbonium and blowing him to high heaven in a wondrous game of Worms.

Moving swiftly along, I had a prenatal appointment yesterday. Dumb Dumb Head ([livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove) didn't take the day off for it yesterday, so I took his mother instead. Traffic sucked and it seemed like we were there forever, but I guess it worked out alright in the end.
I had two ultrasounds and got to actually see the Wiggle Worm wiggle! It waved to us and did the wiggle dance. That was pretty cool. It is definitely filling up its available space now. No wonder I'm starting to fill up and stretch. (And, of course, it's all expansion from here out.)
Unfortunately, the young one was fairly uncooperative and refused to roll over onto its side and give us a nice profile shot. This was unfortunate for two reasons: 1) I was really hoping to get to see a nose yesterday- that would, to me, really make it look like a little person; 2) they were planning to do a test by measuring the neck but cannot do it unless the baby is in profile. This resulted in asking me to tip and then lay down again, and in the tech going push-push-push with her hand to try to and get the baby to turn. While she is doing this, I am watching the baby bounce around a little bit in the ultrasound. I found this mildly disconcerting, though the baby seemed just fine. I guess that shows just how well protected it is in there. I wonder if it can react to those things yet... and if so, it must be thinking, "what the hell are you doing, mum?!"
Yes, it knows how to curse already. If you look at the second picture, it obviously the spawn of the devil, just as you all predicted. I think it's going to make a fabulous little head-banger. Goth baby. Fwar. (And, we cannot, of course, overlook the Grunge and Metal influences provided by both parents.)

Other point of interest: The doctor has said to go with our original due date, which pleases me. Our official due date is 9 October, 2007. My mum got a little orange onesie with ghosts on it in honour of it being a Halloween Baby. One thing I have to say... at least the birthday parties will rock, and no one will bat an eye at me. (Though I'm very boring compared to past years... makes me want to run in and load up on eye liner.)

So here you go... the devil spawn:See the Creature )
eniarelocin: (fuzzy)
I feel like HELL this morning. And why? Because I stayed up late (came home about 3 A.M.)and didn't eat anything, like a big idiot, coupled with forgetting to take my prenatal vitamin until I was leaving the coffee joint (I had decaf) with an empty stomach which resulted in hours of nausea.

I spent the next couple of hours almost throwing up but never doing it... and when I woke up, it was the same story! Of course this when I stopped trying to go back to sleep because the bloody cats are so freaking insistent about everything. They are incredibly inconsiderate creatures. So I get up, dizzy and nauseous, to go downstairs to feed the fur balls and come back up. Then I have to let them out. Stephen is kind enough let them in the window. *sigh* Stephen is kind enough to fetch my thyroid medication (which I have to take before I eat anything) and some water for me. I take it... and then fairly promptly vomit a great deal more than I thought could possibly be in my stomach at that point. I should really take more thyroid pills to make up for the onces that went down the loo, but I think I'll wait a few minutes. Stephen very kindly made eggs for me, but the way I'm feeling, those may be coming back up in a minute, too. This sucks.

"Why would a pregnant women be staying up so late on a Sunday night?" you may be asking. Well, let me explain:
This past week was Midterms at Uni. Midnight PST last night was the cut off to get in everything- assignments, discussion board postings, quizzes, and, of course, the actual exams. Well, I've been behind a fair amount since this small thing in me decided to make it abundantly clear that my body is no longer my own, conveniently right after the semester started. However, as of last night, I not only got in everything I needed to do for my midterms, and did a bang up job of it, but I also caught up a bit on some other things as well. This, let me tell you, is an amazing sense of accomplishment. I hope this also demonstrates to my instructors that even though I haven't been fully participating in the discussions as much as I should have, I have been paying attention.

I got 100% on all of my quizzes. I got an A on my Photoshop Midterm and a B+ (which means I missed three questions) on my Digital Photography Midterm.
So anyhoot- I haven't felt like I've been on top of anything for almost two months. So in celebration of gettin' er' done, so to speak, I decided that going out to coffee with [livejournal.com profile] hatefulerin was a good idea. (By the way, it was her birthday on Saturday, so Happy Birthday to her!) I had a very good time with Erin. But by golly, I'm not the young sprite I used to be.

No wonder I always have dreams about being enslaved and/or put in internment camps. Or cake. I'm still disappointed at not getting a nice birthday cake. Perhaps I shall purchase one for photographic purposes and then eat it. :D (A little one. I can't handle much sugar.)

Well... I guess I'll just have to enjoy my extra two hours of not going to work because I'm unwell. At least the terror kitten is sitting nicely in my lap and purring away. She'd better be nice to me after waking us up the only times we could get to sleep last night. GRRR. Freakin' fur balls.

Edit/Update: I have spent the last hour, at least, holding very still in hopes that I will not have to vomit again. I do not feel better. I'm seriously considering jumping up and down or just standing up very quickly to empty my stomach again and hopefully just feel better. Can I do that? Can I just feel better now?!

I sure am going out my first trimester with a bang.

*#%@*$$$* CRUMPETS AND MARMITE! Can I just be round and happy now?
eniarelocin: (7w1d)
Well, since the University's online interface is giving me the 500 internal server error thing AGAIN!!! that means I'm finally updating this week.

There are three things of note this week:
  1. We did, in fact, switch doctors. We are now seeing Dr. Mary Tsuang at Evergreen Women's Health Center. This means we're planning to deliver at Evergreen Hospital's Family Maternity Center. There is a list of classes included on their site, as well as a virtual tour of their birthing suites. I think this will be a good move. All the doctors at this health center are women. It's closer. My doctor is right down the hill. I feel better about this move.

  2. I think I'm officially starting to show. It's a little tiny more everyday. Still not totally obvious, but Stephen says I'm starting to look pregnant. We're very near the end of the first trimester and I think this is exciting.

  3. I found out what it's like to be taken from work in an Ambulance. I passed out at work following a migraine and a very hard morning of morning sickness. I was in the ladies room at the time, ensuring that my stomach was totally devoid of all possible contents. The next thing I know, I'm face down on the floor and people are trying to get me to stand up. So yeah, long story short: I went to the hospital. I'm fine. The baby is fine. I scared the patooey out of a lot of people, but everyone is fine now. [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove has a much more thorough account of it on his lj. It's over and done for me, and it was on Wednesday, so I'm pretty over it at this point. Sorry it's not a better story.


Today, I got to have lunch with my aunt Linda, which is a rare treat. She has been my hero and inspiration since I was very small. She's a busy woman, and I wish I could see her more often. Interesting highlight of the conversation was easily her offering, "If you decide you don't want the baby, I'll take it!" She really likes kids, which is perfect considering she runs the Seattle Children's Theatre, but she will have to settle for being a major cultural influence. She was that for me and I would certainly be a lesser person had I been without that in my childhood.

And it looks like it's time to feed the sick husband. Seriously, the man needs to have his sinuses hoovered for the better good of all. Gah.

OH! One last thing:
For the complete coverage of Project Pollywog click here.
eniarelocin: (Default)
Today and yesterday have definitely been excited days. Yesterday especially, I could feel more going on and I've been in hirer spirits. Even the 'morning sickness' didn't seem so bad or bother me. I think I need to go to the spa more. ;)

Oh yeah, with that in mind- people asking me about birthday presents can get me gift certificates to Studio Donna in Everett. Even tom boys need to feel pretty once in a while.

So, we're really getting there now. The end of our first trimester is only a month away. Hopefully that means a lot of the discomfort I have had so far will go on hiatus. Everyone says the second trimester is the best one: you look pregnant and cute, aren't throwing up all the time, have some energy again, and aren't too big to get around yet. I think that sounds fabulous. Then it's the home stretch where I find out what it feels like to be a hippopotamus, or some other such gigantic creature with teeth.

Another thing I'm very excited about is the book [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove got for me last night (as placation for buying a video game for himself- which I think he really likes): it's called Baby Sign Language Basics by Monta Z. Briant. I've been really excited about the idea of teaching the baby to sign for a long time. I will have to talk more about it later, but in the meantime you can check out Sign2Me.com for a little overview. I think the only hard part will be teaching the Grandparents how to do it so that we can keep things consistent.

Speaking of Grandparents and more on being excited, we're headed to Other Mother's and Babys'R'Us (where we will likely be registering later on) to go and scope out baby things. I think it will be fun... especially since we're starting our outing with Chinese food. Yum yum!
eniarelocin: (7w1d)
Today I pampered myself with a quick visit to the spa place to get my eyebrowns done. That feels so good! I have been feeling like the puffy Queen of the Frump People (with crown and septor included) and certainly less than attractive. I have painful acne spots- which Maria, my eyebrown lady, says means it will be a girl- and generally bad skin and flat hair. Any thing to help me feel more like a put together woman is certainly welcome. A full spa day would be superb!

In other news, we're trying to find an OB that I like and decide where we're going to have the baby. My doctor is being very helpful in assisting me with finding someone who will let me do a birth which is as natural as possible and listen to my concerns. He's actually recommended to me the OB his wife sees (they have a couple of sprogs themselves) at Evergreen Hospital, right up the hill from his practice. We are currently seeing a doctor at Overlake OB/GYN in Bellevue, about 40 miles away. Evergreen is in Kirkland, and though it's still almost that distance it is not quite as far. It also has a very good reputation. So, if a different doctor works out, hopefully we can switch before out next appointment (which is on 13 March).

My big beef with doctors, a lot of them anyway, is that they have this "I've seen it all and I know better than you do" attitude. It's my body. I know my body. And I think that ought to count for something. Not to mention the fact that I can't understand why any doctor would be happy not to load you and the baby up with things. Is it so much to ask that I not get an epidural and require an anesthesiologist (who I usually don't like, especially), to not be stuck with IV's, and to be allowed to just do it how it's been done since the dawn of our species. Is that so bloody wrong?! Grr.

In the meantime: you are here ...

Your Pregnancy: Week 8


What changes are occurring with your body?


Even though it may not look like your body has changed from the outside, many changes have occurred throughout your body. Before you were pregnant your uterus was about the size of your fist, but it is now about the size of a grapefruit.

You may have noticed changes in your breasts. You also may notice that your breasts are more tender and sensitive than normal. This is completely normal as your body is preparing for lactation.

Another change that has occurred that you may not be aware of is that your blood volume has increased by 40 to 50 percent.*

What is happening with your baby?


Everything that is present in an adult human is now present in the small embryo. The ears are continuing to form externally and internally. The bones are beginning to form, and the muscles can contract. Fingers and toes are webbed but are growing longer.

The facial features continue to mature. The tip of the nose is present and the eyelids are now more developed. The embryonic tail is also disappearing, and your baby's body is beginning to straighten out.

While your baby's gender has already been determined, the external genitals are still forming and cannot be clearly seen. The embryo is at the end of the embryonic period and begins the fetal period.*

How big is your baby?


The embryo is about 1 inch long and is approximately the size of a bean.*
eniarelocin: (7w1d)
So guess who's been slacking? Oh! It's me!

So... What to say here? I'm grumpy and uncomfortable today. I bought some photo gear which should cheer me up, but it's been trumped by medical bills and finding out we can expect maybe two more ultrasounds over the next seven months. The exception to this would be if something was wrong and it became necessary. This is making me sad. This is really from where the grumpy stems. I know it's pretty normal for this to be the case, but we really like the sonograms and seeing the baby grow. Not just seeing me grow- which seems like it's very close on the horizon now.

Other than that, I haven't been quite as tired lately but my brain is certainly on respite. My food cravings have really reared their ugly head this week in the form of Chinese, Thai food, and yesterday pizza. I thought I was going to die if I didn't get some pizza STAT, and it was like tasting heaven when I finally did. Of course my order confused the pizza place enough that they called me back to make sure they understood what I wanted. I thought it was good moment in crazy for me. Generally, though, if it's spicy, I want some. My stomach is really growling now, but I don't want to eat. I'm grumpy.

So what else? Stephen thinks I'm getting a little bit bigger already. I think it feels like that is coming very soon. Things are stiffening up in my lower abdomen. It doesn't look much different. You wouldn't notice if you looked at me that anything was. We, however, can notice a difference in shape and firmness to the touch. Fortunately, no one else touches me there. But I do feel bigger. I hope it's not just more fat. I eat mostly veggies and things- other than the pizza- but I still worry about it given that I'm hungry all the time. And as long as I eat regularly (in small portions, mind you), and don't eat junk, I don't throw up either. Even though I've been going for walks and to yoga, I still feel like a heifer. I'm sure this will only get worse in the months to come.

Other than that, I'm annoyed that I'm not more excited. We've been reading book after book about pregnancy. They all describe a great deal of discomfort, but the woman is always so happy about it. I'm happy about it, but I thought it would be this euphoric experience where I am housing the miracle of life and somehow connecting with that. Instead I'm low on energy and brain power and having a hard time feeling productive. Although, I've been somewhat successful (in extremely small doses, mind you) of instigating the Nesting Instinct early and getting some things organized. The big problem is that I have school work that requires a lot of time. And I have at least a week's worth of housework to catch up on. I just feel behind, and lazy, and the house is a mess, and my face is breaking out, and I can't get comfortable, and a lot of other things. I think it would be nice, sometimes, to have the luxury of time for just taking naps and to somehow really just enjoy the fact that I'm going to be a mum soon.

Why can't I seem to do that?

Probably because anytime something good is going to happen, I say I'll be excited afterwards- stressing about the details and the tasks to be done to make it happen instead of going along for the ride. Let me tell you, I was a grumpy, grumpy bride for this reason. I don't want to be a grumpy pregnant lady as well. I wish I could figure out how to chill and go with the flow.

On the plus side, [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove is really excited. I think he's taking this better than I am.
eniarelocin: (7w1d)
The soon-to-be-Dad's thoughts are here.

So... we had our second ultrasound today. I HATED the tech. What a jerk. WHAT_A_JERK! It drives me nuts when people carry off this demeanor of "I'm a nice guy, see how I'm talking to you and explaining, so that makes me a nice guy." No it doesn't, jerk. It just means you're talking. Not listening.
Oh yeah, and hey JERK: don't tell a woman who is obviously grimacing with pain that it doesn't hurt, or shouldn't hurt when it obviously hurts while you are pushing a hard piece of plastic medical equipment and your BONY wrist into her lower abdomen. Jerk.

Oh, and that electrically adjustable chair thing they had was the most uncomfortable things I've ever had to work so hard to sit in while wrapped in a thin cotton sheet. GRRR.

On the plus side, they had very pretty twinkly lights built into their ceiling to look like stars. That was the coolest thing at a medical office I've seen... well... ever, I think.

And even better than that: we got two good pictures and were able to hear the baby's heart beat. Albeit, only for a fraction of a second. He could have let us here it a little bit longer. But we did and that's great. It's exciting to know there is a little alive thing inside of me right now, heart beating away, sapping every ounce of my energy, and getting bigger very quickly.

So, last thing before the pictures:
You may be wondering why there is a '?' in the subject line after the 7w1d thing. Well... that's because they think that it's a little younger than the LMP (Last Menstrual Period) date would suggest. But I'm a bit confused by that, largely due to the fact that my Pregnancy Week by Week book says that the size of the embryo during week 7 starts at 4-5mm and then shoots up to 11-13mm... and given that we're at the beginning of that week (or so we thought) the 6.5-6.7mm measurements they took today would fit just right. But the tech said that this measurement indicates we're at more like 6w3d's or 6w4d's. I'm not entirely convinced. So... until my actual, very nice, OB tells me otherwise I'm sticking with the LMP date because it's the only solid date we have. I guess we'll re-evaluate in a few weeks when we see the OB or as the polliwog gets bigger.

eniarelocin: (6weeks1day)
Hurray! This is the second half of the first trimester! I am so excited to get out of this one.

This is going to be a quick update because I have more to do today than I can handle, namely because I didn't do enough over the last week. I'm behind. Perhaps later you will get a nice little rant about baby cuteness and clothes and a bunch of other things that are getting on my nerves.

So, without further ado- the embryonic update.

7 Weeks


What changes are occurring with your body?


Changes within your body are gradually continuing. It is not likely that the people around you can even tell that you are pregnant. You may have gained a couple of pounds, but you also may have actually lost weight if you are experiencing morning sickness at this point. Losing weight this early is not uncommon, and in a few weeks things will begin to shift in the other direction. You may also be experiencing other early pregnancy symptoms.*

What is happening with your baby?


At this point every essential organ has begun to form in the embryo's tiny body. The hair and nipple follicles are forming, and the eyelids and tongue have begun formation. The elbows and toes are more visible as the trunk begins to straighten out.*

How big is your baby?


Your baby is approximately ¾ of an inch long by the end of this week and weighs less than an aspirin.*
eniarelocin: (6weeks1day)
Well, it's late. It's past my bed time. (Usual sleeping hours these days are from 2300 to 0700.)

I've had a very blah sort of day. I don't feel like I ever really woke up. I went out and did some grocery shopping (twice), [livejournal.com profile] mansonitebat came by for a long over due catching-up chat, and I watched Aliens. The last of those took forever.

I feel totally unaccomplished... and my whole day is gone.

Part of the problem with all of this is that I really need to be taking naps during the afternoon but I don't because I don't think I have time. However, skipping naps even though I need them makes for a very crap day and usually results in dizzy spells. Tomorrow I shall take a nap. On the plus side of napping, we were given a wonderfully comfy chase lounge (which I absolutely adore!) which I've been so anxious to receive and haven't slept on it once. What utter poo! I'm slackin' on my nappin'.

On a more positive note, Ellie survived her first concert last night as escorted by [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove and [livejournal.com profile] redkevbo. We saw the Presidents of the United States of America, with openers Awesome and Supernova at the Showbox (contrary to what I said yesterday which was the Paramount- which was wrong). The bands were great! A great bunch of guys all throughout, and a fun show. Well, fun except for the stinking drunk assholes who really impeded on our comfort, space, safety and general well-being. But, all-in-all, I'd say it was a good night, and I really enjoyed the show.

On a side note to that, I was really impressed with [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove's efforts to keep me and my tummy safe. He seemed genuinely concerned with our safety- and that was really cool. He's also been talking more about her as person and less as a project, which I like. So far his way of connecting is to mostly get into her development as time progresses which is good, but is still somewhat detached. Now he seems to be getting into it more and wondering what she will look like, and which of us she will most resemble in appearance and personality. I think he's getting into this more, which makes me feel a lot better.

In other news, my "7 Weeks" email update from the American Pregnancy Association has just arrived. I'll add some of that information in tomorrow... but first, let's look at what happened during this last week:

Pregnancy: Week 6


What is happening with your baby?


The formations of the lungs, jaw, nose, and palate have begun. The hand and feet buds have webbed-like structures that will become the fingers and toes. The brain is continuing to form into its complex parts. A vaginal ultrasound could detect an audible heartbeat at this time.*

How big is your baby?


Your baby is about a ½ inch in length.*
eniarelocin: (6weeks1day)
So, whoops! I forgot to post yesterday. Guess I got a little bit busy.

My friend is visiting... we spent the day shopping. I actually went and had a look at maternity clothes. As I mentioned in the last post, my clothes are already a little tight or uncomfortable in places. My bra has been crushing me for weeks. So... I took a leap of faith a bought a few things I could grow into. I also bought a 38 F bra. (I was a 36 DD.)

I feel a lot more comfortable. Nothing is pushing on my tummy anymore, which makes me feel a lot better. That is not just do to comfort, but I also worry about how much pressure I can put there without hurting something. I know women have been having babies for as long as our species has existed, and they've put the babies through a hell of a lot and made it. However, I want to give mine the best start possible. And I definitely want to make it through the next 5-8 weeks and get out of the woods.

Shopping for clothes was weird. Walking through Babies R Us was weird. I feel like a faker still. I know I'm not. There is no way I would be able to eat so much food, have to eat so much food if I wasn't pregnant, but nonetheless. This first trimester business is strange. I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks but I don't look different. I feel like a whiner for being tired, hungry, stroppy, and otherwise difficult when I look very much the same as usual (other than gaining a few pounds which isn't much). But I definitely feel different. It's just hard sometimes to imagine it's real.

It's helpful though, when I think I feel something. It might be in my imagination, but sometimes I swear I can feel it growing. Ellie. Sometimes I swear I can feel her growing. (We are going to feel quite silly if it turns out to be a boy, unless he's gay, but right now we all think it's a girl.) Anyway, I hope that's what I'm feeling. That seems like such a privilege. I hope she keeps at it, even if completely drains my energy.

Well... enough of that for today. Time to get ready to take her to her first concert: The Presidents of the United States of America at the Paramount Theatre in Seattle. I've been wanting to see them for a good solid decade. I hope it's a good show. We're taking Kevbo for proper entertainment value. I hope I stay awake through the whole thing.
eniarelocin: (6weeks1day)
So, let me begin by mentioning that [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove and I have made an embryo. In other words, I'm Pregnant! And I'm very much excited about it. I think he is too, though he's easing into it a little more than I am.

The plan is to document the pregnancy and the progress of our little person (who we all think is a girl, even though it's too early to really know) in something we are calling Project Pollywog. This is my first entry. He will be making entries as well. I believe there is going to be some sort of website or something created where we will compile these entries, each new ultrasound, and a picture of my growing belly taken daily starting last night.

So, I'm supposed to be blogging about how I'm feeling, and my experiences... so here goes:
Even though I've felt it for weeks, I was too afraid to even remotely admit that I felt it until the end of last week when I was almost two weeks late. And I didn't work up the nerve to by the test until [livejournal.com profile] redcanoe yelled at me. She's scary. I couldn't argue. So, I slept with, clutching, the blanket I used to hold Maya (our friends' 7 month old) while she slept on me the week before. I was hoping maybe the baby vibes would rub off and it looks like they have!

I woke up very early (which I've been doing an awful lot lately) and laid there for a couple of hours. When I finally felt ready I went into the bathroom and took the test we had purchased the night before. I hate those things. They are so awkward. It almost immediately came up with the "+" sign that means positive result. I ran over the to the bed where Stephen was sleeping and drug him out by his arm, demanding he look at it and tell me what it said.

So, since then I've called my doctor and seen the OB. I had my blood drawn and our first prenatal visit on Tuesday. We are going to Overlake OB/GYN as we feel we will get better care there than anything closer to us. I was very nervous... I was trying not to cry while they did the ultrasound. I was so afraid nothing would be there, but obviously there is. However, even though the doc and I both saw a tiny flutter, he said he could not call it a definitive heart beat. He said it could mean I am a little earlier than usual dating would suggest (I may have ovulated even a couple of days late, but I don't think so), or it could just be because they don't have very high resolution equipment, they have the portable monitor. We are going in for a second ultrasound on this coming Tuesday at the high risk facility because they have more sensitive equipment. I am not considered high risk right now... it's just very early on and they want an accurate date. However, everything I've read says it's normal to maybe see a heart beat at 6 weeks. And my friend who does medical transcription says that she sees cases all the time, one that same day actually, of women coming in at 6 weeks and not seeing a heartbeat, even though everything is just fine. I was 6w1d for that image, so it's really quite early.

I'm quite excited for 7 weeks. My Pregnancy Week by Week book showed quite a marked difference in the embryo (it's an embryo until about the end of the first trimester and then it's called a fetus) happening in week seven. And the baby more than doubles in size! Even though I don't look pregnant yet, it's really exciting to learn about all of the development that is happening. It's also a little scary because this is the time when the baby is most susceptible to damage and termination. Basically we have another 6-9 weeks before we're out of the woods, so to speak, but I think it's going to be okay.

I have to say, I'm really looking forward to getting the belly, and really looking pregnant. Right now I feel it. I'm sick, tired, fluttery, my breasts are HUGE and sore, I get randomly dizzy and generally just don't have a lot of energy. I also have a super human sense of smell, which is weird. All of these things make me act oddly, but I don't really look different. Well... I look a little different. My cheeks are very rosy and apparently I glow a little. I'm ok with that. And even though it's probably not obvious to anyone else, we can feel a firmness in my tummy and little bit of a bump. Besides that, I'm uncomfortable in my clothes. My shirts are not long enough, no matter what I do. None of my bras fit. I feel constricted in everything except my lounging clothes- which of course I do not wear in public.

So... with that... it's time for me to go feed the glow worm. Right now it looks a little like what you see below. Although, it looked better other times during the ultrasound. You could see a definite outline with a bright spot in the middle. I hope we get a better picture on Tuesday. But yeah, food calls. This kid is a bottomless pit, sapping every ounce of energy I have. And if I don't eat, I get very stroppy very quickly. So, hopefully more to come tomorrow.


June 2010

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