I hate pregnancy hormones. I recognize what they are doing to me, but I have no power over them.
This morning in church I felt exhausted and nauseous, as usual. After church on the way home, DH was asking what I wanted for breakfast/lunch. I kept shaking my head and saying no. He suggested about five different options, and I was getting more frantic saying no. Tears were actually coming to my eyes. I should eat so I don't feel nauseous, but I'm afraid if I eat, I'll throw up. Grr. I cried and apologized to DH for being so crappy. I NEVER cry. Stupid hormones.
I had my second doctor's appointment this morning. Let me tell you about it.. in story form.
I left the house a tad late. My appointment was at 10:15, and I left at 10. I was going to get there early, but last time I was early (the only one there, in fact), and they still made me wait ten minutes past my appointment time. Anyway, I got there at 10:12 and sat with DH. And sat. And sat. Wait, I take that back. I went back and peed in a cup, and THEN I sat. Finally at 10:48 (yep, I kept checking my phone) they called me back. Oh, I forgot to say that the doctor came out around 10:30 and turned on the tv in the waiting area and watched the news for a few minutes.. maybe that's why it took so long to call me back.
Nurse weighed me, and I was at 148. Two pounds down from four weeks ago, and maybe three or four pounds down from pre-PG. Then she took my blood pressure, and told me the doctor would be in in a minute. As she left, I realized there was no paper gown for me to change into. So I peeked around the door. "Ma'am? Am I supposed to change?" She told me that unless there are complications, I won't have to have my hooha checked until 35 weeks. Woo hoo! I'll take while I can, since I know from 35-40 weeks, everyone and their brother will have their hands up there.
Doctor finally came in and busted out the doppler, and..... we heard Febus' heartbeat! People are right.. there is nothing like that sound.. Sigh.
I still know exactly where on my belly he had the doppler, and I can still hear the heartbeat in my head.
We are opting out of the quad screening. Even if they find something, there isn't much they can do about it, and anything they could do carries a high risk of miscarriage. Plus, some of that stuff would be picked up on an ultrasound anyway.
I will have to get some bloodwork done before my next appointment (4 weeks from now)- testing for HIV and what not.
So.. hurray for today's appointment! Begin the countdown to April 10!
PS- Pregnancy seems to be getting a bit easier. Yeah, the hormones are crazy, and I'm still exhausted ALL THE TIME, but I haven't felt much nausea lately, so that's a big plus. A BIG plus.
Ok, I'm out. Three cheers for being close to the 2nd trimester!
DH and I are adult advisors for a high school youth group, and we had a retreat this weekend. It was fabulous! My job was to advise one of the teen leaders, and he did a great job in that capacity. He's a senior, so it was his last retreat, and he definitely made a lasting impression. I gave a talk with one of the teens, too, and it went really well. One kid said it was his favorite two-person talk ever (most talks are given by just a teen.. only a couple per weekend are given by a teen and an adult) because of how cohesive it was.
The kids on Team already knew about my pregnancy, but I mentioned it to the whole group when I introduced myself. I had a few of them hug my belly after they hugged me.
It was a wonderful weekend, but I am super tired now.
Let's run down the current symptoms:
-nausea- not so much anymore. Still have it occasionally, but it isn't as bad or as frequent as it had been.
-sore bewbies- eh, at times. Nipples are super sensitive, still. Come anywhere near them and I will holler.
-exhaustion- still tired at times, but I do have spurts of energy, and I am learning to capitalize on them!
DH and I had a big discussion Wednesday night. Here's why.
Every day we come home from work, plop ourselves down in the living room, flip on the tv, get on our computers, and that's how we remain for the next five hours. Occasional interaction, but in general we ignore each other. Then we're exhausted and go to bed. Lazy lazy lazy.
We moved into our new house two months ago, and we have yet to unpack the majority of our stuff. We bought towel hooks/rods for the bathrooms over a month ago, and they have been sitting in the living room since then. Dishes pile up, the bathroom doesn't get cleaned, the carpet is in dire need of vacuuming.. it's ridiculous.
I know that I am just as guilty of laziness as he is. I am in no way blaming DH for the state of our house.
But Wednesday it all built up and I couldn't take it anymore. So I turned off my computer, went out to the garage to get a drill, and installed the hooks myself. He asked at one point if he could help me with the hooks, and I told him he had had a month to put them up, and it was my turn. I asked him when I went to get the drill if he could load the dishwasher while I was putting up the hooks, and he said no. So when I was done, I did that too.
We went to bed and he finally got me to talk, and I explained that I was sick of the laziness and the mess. I hate that we never interact. We'd had sex twice since moving into the new house. Twice, in two months. We're newlyweds, for pete's sake. We're supposed to not be able to keep our hands off each other.
After initially blaming my hormones (which I'm sure had partially to do with it), he finally validated my feelings and we made some decisions. We aren't going to just flip on the tv and watch whatever is on. We have shows we like to watch together, so we'll watch those and then turn it off. (aka no more Fresh Prince marathons!) We'll keep the computers off in the evenings as much as possible. We'll try to take a walk together every day, especially since the weather is getting nicer.
We both cried.. I made him feel really bad when I said I wanted to feel like I was special, and he didn't realize he wasn't doing that anymore.
We did pretty well yesterday. I took the afternoon off work so I could get some errands done. I met him for lunch, did three loads of laundry, got my new drivers license (with the new address), and got bloodwork done for the OB (testing for HIV and syphallis and other fun stuff). Later we looked at a bike for him and bought a dryer from Sears. As of Saturday, I'll be able to wash clothes at our house! Yay!
(DH isn't home from work yet)
Forgot to write down some of the crazy dreams I have been having lately.
-a robber breaking into our house, me throwing him over a balcony and deciding it was my mission to kill him, stomping on his throat, punching him, etc (it got pretty violent)
-miscarriage- ER, heavy cramping, bleeding, my middle name being written down on the intake form as Christine (not even close)
-finding out at an ultrasound that Febus' brain was floating outside the head, and having to have surgery to go in and put it back in and stitch up the skull
-being on America's Next Top Model, the challenge was to create a cover for the newest Harry Potter book, the other models were being lazy and not doing anything
I know there were more.. but of course I've forgotten them now.
Ooh, and DH will be home in just a couple minutes. Ciao!
Will is going back to Iraq. That is not fair. He already served his time there, he shouldn't have to go back! He was supposed to deploy to Okinawa on a peace-keeping mission, not back to Iraq to fight.
(Will is my good friend from college. We had a class together freshman year and have been hanging out since then. He missed our wedding cause he was in Iraq with the Marines.. I don't want him to miss the birth of our child because he's there again.)
Yesterday I was pretty excited cause it looked like I had a little bit of a baby belly going.. I kept asking DH if it looked like baby or just me eating too much. But today it's gone away, so it must have been just a little extra bloat. That's ok, I'm sure I'll get huge soon and wish I could see my feet again.
Also, my head hurts a little. I'm drinking Gatorade to hydrate myself. Don't know if that's too sugary or not.
Yesterday DH and I cleaned upstairs quite a bit. He tackled the bathroom (the one chore I really really don't like doing) and I worked on the bedroom. I put some things away, vacuumed, and even put a rug in front of a chair we have in there. After that we bought a dryer (again- we bought a gas dryer last time without realizing we don't have a gas hookup) and a bike for DH, and then we went for a bike ride. We went about five miles- not bad for a pregnant lady and a guy who hasn't ridden a bike in ten years.
That bike seat was not comfy in the least.. My tushy is sore today, and I'm pretty sure it's bruised. Oh well, at least we got out and got some fresh air instead of sitting on the couch like lumps all day (which we usually do).
Holy smokes, can we say uncontrollable mood swings?
My poor husband. I don't know how he puts up with me these days!
We went grocery shopping after work. We ate dinner in the deli at the supermarket first. By the time we were ready to shop, I was sick of being there and just wanted to get our stuff and go. I may have snapped at DH.. I don't quite recall, but I won't deny it.
Then when we got home, I wanted to help by bringing in a bag and a gallon of milk. I pulled it out of the backseat, and the bag broke and the Clorox fell on the floor of the garage.
DH says I looked down, looked at him, my bottom lip came out, and my face scrunched up. He rushed over, and I bawled on his shoulder.
After that, he brought in the groceries, and I went in and cuddled with him on the couch. That helped.
I feel ok now, but geez. I don't like that I can't control my reaction to things!