So the baby is sideways. "Transverse" is the official term, but the long and the short of it is that baby is being uncooperative and is using my pelvis as a chaise lounge instead of getting head down like s/he should be.
This is not cool.
If I went in to labour now, it would be an emergency c-section. If the baby doesn't get into head-down position by the next appointment on the 21st, I'm not sure what happens - do they schedule a C? Will she try to reposition the baby? I'm not sure. It wasn't my regular doctor on Friday, so I'm not sure what's going to happen at the next appointment except for an ultrasound to confirm the transverse lie.
The sideways position explains a couple of things. First, it explains why my pelvis is so damn sore these days, and why I keep feeling weird fluttery movement down in my crotch-ial area. There shouldn't be movement there really - it should be up nice and high now, because baby's head should be down in the lady bits area. Second, It explains why I can still go almost a full work day without peeing - despite drinking normally. Baby's head isn't resting on my bladder, as s/he should be at this point. Don't get me wrong - I'm thankful that I don't get up 5 times to pee through the night! But as much as the effect is great, the cause is not.
I've been stressing about this since Friday. I know C-sections are routine, and people who've had them say they're not bad. But still. I want to deliver normally. I want the baby to have a say in his/her birthday. I want to have that rush of "this is it!" -- not a casual saunter into the OR at a pre-determined time on a pre-determined date.
If it comes down to it, whatever gets the baby here safely is, of course, fine. But really, let's just flip around and get into position so we can do this vaginally, okay? Thanks.
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Green Light!
So I got the results of my glucose tolerance test today (I've decided I won't spend a whole paragraph complaining how my appointment was a full hour late and only took 5 minutes... grrr). And I passed! She said, "So, you're not diabetic! Now you can eat all the cake and chocolate and cookies you want!" How's that for enabling? If only I didn't have to worry about working it all off after...
The rest of the appointment was short and sweet. Took my blood pressure - normal. Told me again that the swelling in my feet and hands is fine because my blood pressure is normal, and it'll probably only get worse. She felt my belly and said the baby's measuring right where s/he should be at 27 weeks. Then we listened to the heartbeat, and that was it. I didn't have any questions, so we were out the door in 5 minutes (well, make that an hour and five minutes... Did I mention that we waited an hour to have a 5 minute appointment? Ya. Awesome).
The rest of the appointment was short and sweet. Took my blood pressure - normal. Told me again that the swelling in my feet and hands is fine because my blood pressure is normal, and it'll probably only get worse. She felt my belly and said the baby's measuring right where s/he should be at 27 weeks. Then we listened to the heartbeat, and that was it. I didn't have any questions, so we were out the door in 5 minutes (well, make that an hour and five minutes... Did I mention that we waited an hour to have a 5 minute appointment? Ya. Awesome).
Friday, July 17, 2009
Doctor's appointment
We went to see my OB this afternoon, and all is well. She took my blood pressure and said it was normal (woo!), which means that the swelling I've been having off and on isn't a big deal. She just said to keep my feet up and drink a lot of water. She was surprised by how big my belly has gotten since the last time she saw me - it really has grown. I feel fine when I'm standing up, but as soon as I lay down, I feel like I'm being pinned down by the weight of my belly. I'm still rocking heels though ;)
She wants me to go for a gestational diabetes test, which I know is standard but still makes me nervous. I hope I don't have that - because man am I ever enjoying sugar. I'm a fruit-aholic these days (I'd be quite content with having a fruit salad for lunch and nothing else). I hope everything's fine, but I still worry. I have to go for that in 2 weeks so she has the results for our next appointment, 2 weeks later.
We listened to the baby's heartbeat - 144, which is normal. And she felt my belly to find the top of my uterus - it's up so high now! Last time it was around my belly button, and now it's halfway between my belly button and my rib cage! But she said there's lots of room for the baby to grow still, which makes sense since I still only feel the kicks and punches bellow the belly button.
And that's really about it. A quick appointment, but reassuring to know that everything's good.
She wants me to go for a gestational diabetes test, which I know is standard but still makes me nervous. I hope I don't have that - because man am I ever enjoying sugar. I'm a fruit-aholic these days (I'd be quite content with having a fruit salad for lunch and nothing else). I hope everything's fine, but I still worry. I have to go for that in 2 weeks so she has the results for our next appointment, 2 weeks later.
We listened to the baby's heartbeat - 144, which is normal. And she felt my belly to find the top of my uterus - it's up so high now! Last time it was around my belly button, and now it's halfway between my belly button and my rib cage! But she said there's lots of room for the baby to grow still, which makes sense since I still only feel the kicks and punches bellow the belly button.
And that's really about it. A quick appointment, but reassuring to know that everything's good.
Friday, June 12, 2009
18 week ultrasound
(Note: I'm actually writing this on Tuesday... but I'm pre-dating it as Friday, the day I had the ultrasound.)
So I had my 18 week ultrasound today, and all I can say is DON'T TELL ME TO DRINK 35 OUNCES OF WATER AND THEN MAKE ME WAIT FOR MY APPOINTMENT, AND THEN WONDER WHY MY BLADDER IS FULL TO THE POINT WHERE I'M IN TEARS. Okay. Sorry for the shouting.
That was painful. I had to go empty my bladder "a bit - but not too much" twice. How exactly do I judge just how full my bladder is? Do I have a fill line visible from the outside so I can leave it half-full? No, I don't.
And then the lady asked me if I drank more than I was supposed to. Ya, that sounds reasonable. The pregnant girl chose to drink extra and then hold it for an hour. Makes perfect sense - because I'm a masochist like that.
Anyway, she spent 20 minutes doing her thing with the screen turned away from me so I couldn't see what she was doing.
Nick and I were still undecided on whether to find out the sex - I really didn't want to know. REALLY didn't. But he was equally passionate about wanting to find out. Arguments ensued. Nobody was happy. But in the end, the u/s technician wouldn't tell us anyway - my doctor would review the results with me. So I asked her to take the pictures and just put them in the file so if we decided later that we were going find out, they were available.
So all in all, not an overly exciting experience. She eventually brought Nick in and showed us the feet and hands and a close up of the face, and gave us two printouts of skeletor baby (not as good as the 12 week pictures).
Oh, and I can't forget what she told me. At the beginning of the appointment she told me that the baby was really active - and asked in an accusatory voice, "When did you eat last". I told her I had a banana about an hour before the appt. but I hadn't had lunch yet. She was shocked that I hadn't had lunch at 2:00, but I explained that I work until 1 on Fridays and don't get a lunch, and since I came right to the appt., I just had a banana before I left the office and was going to eat after.
She then proceeded to tell me that my baby was in distress due to low blood sugar - that's why there was so much movement.
HONESTLY. I'm Hypoglycemic, lady. I know when my bloodsugar is low - because I pass out. It's not low. The baby's probably moving around for the exact opposite reason - the rush of sugar to the blood from the banana is causing the dance party in my uterus. B*tch. And when she was showing Nick and I the close up of the baby's face, s/he was opening and closing its mouth and she said, "See, the baby's hungry." Ah, that makes sense. The baby - who is currently eating through a tube in its belly - is asking for a hamburger by opening and closing its mouth.
She's lucky I was lying half-naked on a table with gel all over my belly. Because if there was a blunt object within reaching distance....
So that's my 18 week appointment. I'm so glad I won't be spending time with that ultrasound technician. I love my OB.
And now, the 18 week pictures of baby skeletor:
So I had my 18 week ultrasound today, and all I can say is DON'T TELL ME TO DRINK 35 OUNCES OF WATER AND THEN MAKE ME WAIT FOR MY APPOINTMENT, AND THEN WONDER WHY MY BLADDER IS FULL TO THE POINT WHERE I'M IN TEARS. Okay. Sorry for the shouting.
That was painful. I had to go empty my bladder "a bit - but not too much" twice. How exactly do I judge just how full my bladder is? Do I have a fill line visible from the outside so I can leave it half-full? No, I don't.
And then the lady asked me if I drank more than I was supposed to. Ya, that sounds reasonable. The pregnant girl chose to drink extra and then hold it for an hour. Makes perfect sense - because I'm a masochist like that.
Anyway, she spent 20 minutes doing her thing with the screen turned away from me so I couldn't see what she was doing.
Nick and I were still undecided on whether to find out the sex - I really didn't want to know. REALLY didn't. But he was equally passionate about wanting to find out. Arguments ensued. Nobody was happy. But in the end, the u/s technician wouldn't tell us anyway - my doctor would review the results with me. So I asked her to take the pictures and just put them in the file so if we decided later that we were going find out, they were available.
So all in all, not an overly exciting experience. She eventually brought Nick in and showed us the feet and hands and a close up of the face, and gave us two printouts of skeletor baby (not as good as the 12 week pictures).
Oh, and I can't forget what she told me. At the beginning of the appointment she told me that the baby was really active - and asked in an accusatory voice, "When did you eat last". I told her I had a banana about an hour before the appt. but I hadn't had lunch yet. She was shocked that I hadn't had lunch at 2:00, but I explained that I work until 1 on Fridays and don't get a lunch, and since I came right to the appt., I just had a banana before I left the office and was going to eat after.
She then proceeded to tell me that my baby was in distress due to low blood sugar - that's why there was so much movement.
HONESTLY. I'm Hypoglycemic, lady. I know when my bloodsugar is low - because I pass out. It's not low. The baby's probably moving around for the exact opposite reason - the rush of sugar to the blood from the banana is causing the dance party in my uterus. B*tch. And when she was showing Nick and I the close up of the baby's face, s/he was opening and closing its mouth and she said, "See, the baby's hungry." Ah, that makes sense. The baby - who is currently eating through a tube in its belly - is asking for a hamburger by opening and closing its mouth.
She's lucky I was lying half-naked on a table with gel all over my belly. Because if there was a blunt object within reaching distance....
So that's my 18 week appointment. I'm so glad I won't be spending time with that ultrasound technician. I love my OB.
And now, the 18 week pictures of baby skeletor:
Monday, June 1, 2009
16 week doctor's appointment & bloodwork
So last Wednesday, I had a doctor's appointment and I still haven't blogged about it. It wasn't a super-exciting appointment, but it was good. We actually thought I was just going to the lab for bloodwork and not seeing my doctor (it was part 2 of the IPS testing), but it turns out it was a full appointment, then blood at the lab. So Nick didn't come with me (since we thought I wasn't seeing my doctor) and it turns out he could have. Lesson learned.
So here's what I learned:
She got back the results from my last set of bloodwork - I don't have HIV or Syphillis --score! Either of those would have been a really unpleasant surprise. I'm also immune to Rubella, which I already knew since I got my shots in preparation for the India trip we didn't take. My Hemoglobin is on the low side of normal, but that's okay. She says that might go down more during pregnancy. I'm not really sure what any of that means, but I'm sure she'll tell me if it's an issue. My mom said to make sure I get enough red meat. No problem there.
My blood type is O+. Never knew that. Apparently that's my mom's too.
She took my blood pressure and it's normal, and then we heard the baby's heartbeat for all of 10 seconds - she didn't even have to search for it. As soon as she put the wand on my belly, I heard the woosh woosh woosh. She said it was like the baby was waiting to say hello :) Heartrate is at 146, which is totally normal.
Then she did a swab (I was not expecting that at all, since I didn't know I was even seeing my doctor - surprise!), which was given to the lab, and I did more bloodwork as part of the IPS stuff. Good times. I freaking love giving blood. But this time it was only 2 vials, and I didn't bruise after.
So all in all, a good appointment. I go back in 2 weeks for my IPS ultrasound (at the lab, not with my doctor - for real this time, I don't see her that day) and then the week after I see my doctor again.
Good times!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Our first baby picture!
How cute is that???Seriously cute. That's how cute.
The baby was moving around and stretching its arm over its head - it was adorable. And Doctor T-B says everything looks just fine, so go ahead and tell my mom it's okay to tell everyone now :) She said I'm measuring 12 weeks 1 day, so it looks like the due date really is November 7! So that means I'm behind on my pregnancy journal :)
So I guess it's safe to tell everyone now... but I'm still wary. Not that I'm worried about anything going wrong with the pregnancy at all - because I'm 100% confident now. I just don't want close friends to find out at the same time as acquaintances. So we're going to call our close friends tonight (the ones who don't know already) and then in a few days, I'm going to change my facebook status to "Daphne has a bun in the oven." I'm constantly baking something, and often have this in my status, so we thought it would be fun to make people guess if I'm actually baking a bun, or if I have a bun in the oven.
We're going to see a few houses tonight. Now that the 2nd trimester is just around the corner, the heat is on to find a place that we'll be happy with for the next 5 years or so and just buy the damn thing. We've come to terms with the fact that we're not going to buy our dream house right now, so we should just get something that's nice for now, and get on with it so we move while I'm still useful.
Big Ultrasound Today!
At 2:30 p.m., we'll be heading to the OB's office to see our little babe again. We're doing the IPS testing and 1st Tri ultrasound. And we'll get a picture of the ultrasound this time! Woooo!
I'm excited :) And one of the best things is that the appointment is at 2:30 so I get to leave work, and then just work from home after. That's fab. So I get to go home right after the ultrasound and scan that little picture and send it to our families and my boss and upload it to my blog :)
And provided that all goes well today, I'll feel pretty comfortable telling people. We'll wait until next week to announce it on Facebook (much to Nick's dismay) but we can tell friends and such now.
I can't wait to just 'come clean' with everyone!
I'm excited :) And one of the best things is that the appointment is at 2:30 so I get to leave work, and then just work from home after. That's fab. So I get to go home right after the ultrasound and scan that little picture and send it to our families and my boss and upload it to my blog :)
And provided that all goes well today, I'll feel pretty comfortable telling people. We'll wait until next week to announce it on Facebook (much to Nick's dismay) but we can tell friends and such now.
I can't wait to just 'come clean' with everyone!
Friday, April 17, 2009
First Ultrasound!
We had our first doctor's appointment!
I met my OB, and she's really nice. When she realized that I was only 10 weeks, she didn't understand why her admin had booked me in so early (she does appointments starting at 12 weeks). I told her that my doctor thought she could check out my cyst while she was doing an ultrasound, and she said, "well, I'm not doing that kind of ultrasound today". Which meant HOORAY - she didn't need to use the dildo-cam! It was a tummy ultrasound!
So we saw our little brownie, and it was amazing. It really made it feel real - it's not just a 'concept' of pregnancy, there's actually a little baby in there. It was unreal.
So it was a really quick ultrasound, since she can't do anything until 12 weeks testing-wise. And she didn't check the heartbeat. But brownie's measuring at the right size (though she's still giving me November 7 as a due date instead of 12, since she's going by my LMP. I'm sure she'll adjust that at my next ultrasound).
So, the 12 week biggie is set for April 28 - which, coincidentally, I think it the original u/s date they gave me before I bumped it up to 10 weeks. Next Tuesday! So excited. And we'll get a picture of our little babe next week too :)
Holy crap - there's a baby in there!
I met my OB, and she's really nice. When she realized that I was only 10 weeks, she didn't understand why her admin had booked me in so early (she does appointments starting at 12 weeks). I told her that my doctor thought she could check out my cyst while she was doing an ultrasound, and she said, "well, I'm not doing that kind of ultrasound today". Which meant HOORAY - she didn't need to use the dildo-cam! It was a tummy ultrasound!
So we saw our little brownie, and it was amazing. It really made it feel real - it's not just a 'concept' of pregnancy, there's actually a little baby in there. It was unreal.
So it was a really quick ultrasound, since she can't do anything until 12 weeks testing-wise. And she didn't check the heartbeat. But brownie's measuring at the right size (though she's still giving me November 7 as a due date instead of 12, since she's going by my LMP. I'm sure she'll adjust that at my next ultrasound).
So, the 12 week biggie is set for April 28 - which, coincidentally, I think it the original u/s date they gave me before I bumped it up to 10 weeks. Next Tuesday! So excited. And we'll get a picture of our little babe next week too :)
Holy crap - there's a baby in there!
Monday, March 23, 2009
I'm sneaky and I'm not ashamed of it.
I called my new OB's office this morning and was talking to the receptionist about my first appointment. She informed me that the doc doesn't see anyone until 12 weeks, as that's when all the testing and such begins. Fine. I understand (though it sucks ass). But I explained to her that my GP thought they'd try to get me in to have a look at my cyst at the same time. The receptionist looked at the schedule, and was able to get me in 10 days earlier. It's not much, but it's good enough for me!
I totally pulled the ovarian cyst card, and I'm not ashamed of it.
Woo! I now have an appointment for the 17th at 2:45 p.m. - which is awesome, because we're planning on telling my Dad the next day at dinner. So I'll know if things are okay by then. Sweet. I was worried about that. I'm uncomfortable as it is telling my mom, brother, sister-in-law, and Nick's whole fam before we even have an appointment. But I was REALLY uncomfortable telling my Dad & Susan. They're great and all, but I definitely wouldn't be comfortable with them knowing if anything goes wrong - they're family, but not 'close' like that.
In non baby-related news, I'm officially a klutz and should stop trying to fix things. I was re-staining parts of our floor on the weekend and got a big sploosh of stain on the back of our cream couches. Awesome. I've now spent the better part of 2 days scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing trying to get the purplish brown bloops out of ultrasuede. It's not fun. I'm normally very handy, but this weekend was just not meant to be the 'fix up the condo' weekend as we had originally planned.
There are currently two plumbers in my master bathroom replacing our shower handle thingy - it's been dripping since we moved in, but now it's really bad and we need to get it fixed if we plan to sell this place and move on up to the suburbs.
I don't know why, but I'm kind of uncomfortable with plumbers my own age. They should be my dad's age, for some reason. Greying hair, beer gut, bifocals, and telling stories of all the crazy plumbing issues they've seen over the years. These guys are like 30. Whatever though. As long as it's fixed.
Well, I'm going to head to the kitchen to eat some saltines. Good times. Then when the guys are gone, I think I'll go shopping to hopfully find some shirts that will hide the spare tire I'm cultivating due to (a) eating crackers constantly to keep the m/s at bay, and (b) the full fat-full sugar stuff I'm eating now that I'm trying to cut out the artificial sweeteners.
I totally pulled the ovarian cyst card, and I'm not ashamed of it.
Woo! I now have an appointment for the 17th at 2:45 p.m. - which is awesome, because we're planning on telling my Dad the next day at dinner. So I'll know if things are okay by then. Sweet. I was worried about that. I'm uncomfortable as it is telling my mom, brother, sister-in-law, and Nick's whole fam before we even have an appointment. But I was REALLY uncomfortable telling my Dad & Susan. They're great and all, but I definitely wouldn't be comfortable with them knowing if anything goes wrong - they're family, but not 'close' like that.
In non baby-related news, I'm officially a klutz and should stop trying to fix things. I was re-staining parts of our floor on the weekend and got a big sploosh of stain on the back of our cream couches. Awesome. I've now spent the better part of 2 days scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing trying to get the purplish brown bloops out of ultrasuede. It's not fun. I'm normally very handy, but this weekend was just not meant to be the 'fix up the condo' weekend as we had originally planned.
There are currently two plumbers in my master bathroom replacing our shower handle thingy - it's been dripping since we moved in, but now it's really bad and we need to get it fixed if we plan to sell this place and move on up to the suburbs.
I don't know why, but I'm kind of uncomfortable with plumbers my own age. They should be my dad's age, for some reason. Greying hair, beer gut, bifocals, and telling stories of all the crazy plumbing issues they've seen over the years. These guys are like 30. Whatever though. As long as it's fixed.
Well, I'm going to head to the kitchen to eat some saltines. Good times. Then when the guys are gone, I think I'll go shopping to hopfully find some shirts that will hide the spare tire I'm cultivating due to (a) eating crackers constantly to keep the m/s at bay, and (b) the full fat-full sugar stuff I'm eating now that I'm trying to cut out the artificial sweeteners.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
quick message
My doctor called today and left the quickest message on my machine: "Hi Daphne, this is Doctor E, just calling to tell you that the blood work came back positive. Also, could you call us back and confirm your work phone number?"
That's it - she didn't tell me my beta numbers, but whatever. They must be in the range of normal or she'd have said something.
So yay! I'm 'officially' pregnant :)
That's it - she didn't tell me my beta numbers, but whatever. They must be in the range of normal or she'd have said something.
So yay! I'm 'officially' pregnant :)
Monday, March 9, 2009
She wasn't mad at me!
I just got back from my doctor's appointment, and am happy to announce that she wasn't mad at me for getting pregnant before my MRI!
She did a blood test and I'll get my betas back tomorrow. When we were discussing who/where to refer me for my OB/GYN, she said they'll book a 12 week ultrasound for me. I was bummed, and told her I had hoped to have an 8 wk one, which would make it all feel more 'real'. She explained that unless you're a high-risk pregnancy or were doing fertility treatments, I wouldn't see my OB or have a u/s until 12 weeks.
HOWEVER... the cyst on my left ovary did me some good! I was originally scheduled for an MRI at the end of March, which she said they'll likely cancel (she's 90% positive they won't want to do it now, but she's checking). So she said that they can check out the cyst and baby all at once, so she'll bump my u/s up to week 8 or 9!
So hooray for finding a reason for an earlier ultrasound! Glad that cyst was good for something :)
She did a blood test and I'll get my betas back tomorrow. When we were discussing who/where to refer me for my OB/GYN, she said they'll book a 12 week ultrasound for me. I was bummed, and told her I had hoped to have an 8 wk one, which would make it all feel more 'real'. She explained that unless you're a high-risk pregnancy or were doing fertility treatments, I wouldn't see my OB or have a u/s until 12 weeks.
HOWEVER... the cyst on my left ovary did me some good! I was originally scheduled for an MRI at the end of March, which she said they'll likely cancel (she's 90% positive they won't want to do it now, but she's checking). So she said that they can check out the cyst and baby all at once, so she'll bump my u/s up to week 8 or 9!
So hooray for finding a reason for an earlier ultrasound! Glad that cyst was good for something :)
Killing time on a Monday off work (woo!)
So I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and I don't know what to expect. She's just my GP, and won't be my OB, so I think all she'll do is have me pee in a cup (or maybe do a blood test) and then refer me to an OB. Oh, and in there somewhere we'll have to talk about the MRI I have scheduled for March 31 to have a look at that cyst on my ovary. I hope she doesn't get pissed at me for getting pregnant before I had that all worked out.
I'm so excited to get referred to my OB, and get my 8 wk ultrasound booked.
Oh, and I still don't feel pregnant. My boobs are definitely starting to grow though. And I'm hungry all the time still.
And yesterday, no food sounded good. We were at my mother-in-law's for breakfast and she prepared this huge spread, and I hardly ate anything. I took some Pawa (a rice dish she does for brunch) and some cucumbers and tomatoes, but nothing else looked good. But I kept myself busy and my plate full so nobody noticed I hadn't eaten anything of substance. I forced myself to eat dinner, but it still didn't taste good.
I'm so excited to get referred to my OB, and get my 8 wk ultrasound booked.
Oh, and I still don't feel pregnant. My boobs are definitely starting to grow though. And I'm hungry all the time still.
And yesterday, no food sounded good. We were at my mother-in-law's for breakfast and she prepared this huge spread, and I hardly ate anything. I took some Pawa (a rice dish she does for brunch) and some cucumbers and tomatoes, but nothing else looked good. But I kept myself busy and my plate full so nobody noticed I hadn't eaten anything of substance. I forced myself to eat dinner, but it still didn't taste good.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Clear Blue says it's true!
So Sunday marked 10 DPO (I eventually overrode Fertility Friend, making my O date Thursday instead of Friday), and I thought I'd start testing at 10.
Somewhere deep down, I suspected I might be pregnant. But I didn't want to get too excited. I had really tender nips, which isn't normal for me even with PMS. Otherwise, no symptoms at all.
So on Sunday, I woke up at 4:30 and took my temp. It went up. And then I could not for the life of me fall back asleep as I kept thinking about what that raised temp could mean. After about a 1/2 hour of trying to sleep, I decided screw it, I'm going to pee on a stick. I told Nick that I'm going to test, and off I go. (BTW, I'm calling him Nick from now on. It's not his real name, but it sounds kind of like his real name. So officially, my husband will be named Nick in cyberspace, just as I am Daphne.)
Somewhere deep down, I suspected I might be pregnant. But I didn't want to get too excited. I had really tender nips, which isn't normal for me even with PMS. Otherwise, no symptoms at all.
So on Sunday, I woke up at 4:30 and took my temp. It went up. And then I could not for the life of me fall back asleep as I kept thinking about what that raised temp could mean. After about a 1/2 hour of trying to sleep, I decided screw it, I'm going to pee on a stick. I told Nick that I'm going to test, and off I go. (BTW, I'm calling him Nick from now on. It's not his real name, but it sounds kind of like his real name. So officially, my husband will be named Nick in cyberspace, just as I am Daphne.)
'Cept that I couldn't find the damn instructions for the tests. We bought a bunch in bulk, and they came with one instruction sheet. I haven't seen it since last month, and I couldn't remember how long I should pee on the stick, and how long until results. Is it 5 seconds of peeing and 10 minutes of waiting? Or 10 seconds of peeing and 5 minutes of waiting??
So I went digging through the pile of papers on our desk, where everything seems to end up eventually after we do a mad-dash de-TTCing of the condo when people are on their way over to our place. Nick is all "what the hell are you doing??". I couldn't find the instructions. Then I went to the company's website and found the online version of the instruction sheet, and off to pee I go. (10 seconds, 10 minutes for these tests)
And lo and behold... something appeared. I woke Nick up fully by turning on his light and told him that I think I see a line. He squinted at it in the light of his bedside lamp, but I eventually made him get up and look at it in the real light.
He said, "I don't know if that's a line, or if it's on the plastic." Not content with his suggestion to wait and test again on Monday, I dug the little plastic cover off, and there it is - a light pink line that definitely isn't the plastic cover.
Shocked and awed, we went back to bed. Got up at 8:30, and tested again. Even fainter, but still there.
(I know you can't see the line in the top one - that still has the plastic on it so it's reflective. But it's there!)
And I tested yesterday too. Still faint, but definitely pink. The prettiest little pink line I've ever seen.
And today... a digital!
So that's it - no denying it! I'm knocked the F up! It's crazy and hard to believe, but Clear Blue says so! Four months of "hard work" and here we are!
I have a doctor's appointment next Monday to do a blood test and whatever else she does. Then she'll refer me to an OB/GYN.
So if all goes well, I'll be a mommy in November! How freaking crazy is that? Just over one year from the time I decided I actually want kids, and we'll have a baby!
WHOA. a baby. A little mix of me and Nick. Holy Crap. We've been joking that when I get pregnant, we'll say that we're baking a little brownie (because I bake all the time, and our babe will likely be a light brown-ish mix between my ghostly whitness and Nick's Indian brown-ness). Holy crap, I have a little brownie in my oven!
So I'm home sick today (stupid cold, and I can't take cold medicine now!) so I'm googling my arse off, and reading the pregnancy books that have been sitting in my bedside table for 4 months.
Here's the BFP chart:
I'm off. Google awaits!Thursday, January 29, 2009
Daphne, the blubbering fool
I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor yesterday to discuss the results of my December ultrasound (feel free to relive the horror here). And great, they did find a cyst on my left ovary, just as my doctor thought she felt during my annual exam.
I was a blubbering mess in her office yesterday - and this is just one of the many reasons why I can't have a male doctor. I can't be a blubbering fool with a man doctor.
Anyway, it doesn't seem like it's the end of the world, though it felt like it yesterday. What sucked most was that she couldn't give me any real answers - she couldn't say what kind of cyst, why it's there, or what it means. It's a small cyst, and it doesn't look cancerous. They don't think it'll be a problem, but I have to do an MRI to be sure (they don't know if it's in my ovary, or around it, or attached). Also, the other stuff they were checking for in the abdominal ultrasound came back normal (my mom has polycystic kidneys, and my materal grandpa died of it).
However, I was told I should lay off trying to get pregnant for now, so they can do the MRI without fear. That's okay though, because we were going to put TTC on hold for a few months now anyway. So I guess if there was a 'good' time to investigate an ovarian cyst, it's now.
Yesterday, after the blubbering, I had to take my contacts out and go to work wearing glasses (which I never do). At the end of the day, my boss says to me, "Daphne, don't take this the wrong way, but whenever you wear your glasses, I always think you look like you're about to cry!" I reassured her: "Oh, that's okay! The only time I actually wear my glasses is if I have a migraine or if I have been crying and my eyes are puffy! It's not the glasses, it's me!"
Anyway, away from my ovaries and occular puffiness, into my uterus:
It's day 11DPO and no temp drop yet or sign of my period. I only made it to 10 last month before the chart nosedive. Here's hoping it's a normal LP this month (but since I'm hoping, would it be too much to ask to be actually pregnant??). I tested yesterday and today - BFN, obviously. I'm so glad we bought the cheap tests from the Pre-Seed website! Wasting a $2.50 test on day 10 is much better than wasting a $12.00 one!
I was a blubbering mess in her office yesterday - and this is just one of the many reasons why I can't have a male doctor. I can't be a blubbering fool with a man doctor.
Anyway, it doesn't seem like it's the end of the world, though it felt like it yesterday. What sucked most was that she couldn't give me any real answers - she couldn't say what kind of cyst, why it's there, or what it means. It's a small cyst, and it doesn't look cancerous. They don't think it'll be a problem, but I have to do an MRI to be sure (they don't know if it's in my ovary, or around it, or attached). Also, the other stuff they were checking for in the abdominal ultrasound came back normal (my mom has polycystic kidneys, and my materal grandpa died of it).
However, I was told I should lay off trying to get pregnant for now, so they can do the MRI without fear. That's okay though, because we were going to put TTC on hold for a few months now anyway. So I guess if there was a 'good' time to investigate an ovarian cyst, it's now.
Yesterday, after the blubbering, I had to take my contacts out and go to work wearing glasses (which I never do). At the end of the day, my boss says to me, "Daphne, don't take this the wrong way, but whenever you wear your glasses, I always think you look like you're about to cry!" I reassured her: "Oh, that's okay! The only time I actually wear my glasses is if I have a migraine or if I have been crying and my eyes are puffy! It's not the glasses, it's me!"
Anyway, away from my ovaries and occular puffiness, into my uterus:
It's day 11DPO and no temp drop yet or sign of my period. I only made it to 10 last month before the chart nosedive. Here's hoping it's a normal LP this month (but since I'm hoping, would it be too much to ask to be actually pregnant??). I tested yesterday and today - BFN, obviously. I'm so glad we bought the cheap tests from the Pre-Seed website! Wasting a $2.50 test on day 10 is much better than wasting a $12.00 one!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I'm sorry, the WHAT-Vag??
I had an ultrasound scheduled for today - abdominal to check on some family history kidney stuff, and pelvic, because my doc. thought she might have felt a cyst during my annual exam.
She did not tell me the pelvic was INTERNAL.
So my temperature shot up this morning. I wake DH up to get a quickie in before I get ready for my 8 a.m. appointment.
I endure 1 full hour of abdominal ultrasound, and then an ultrasound tech comes in to basically train the doctor on pelvic exams. She says to the doctor, "okay, now we'll do the trans-vag..." I'm sorry, the WHAT?? This is when I realize it's an internal exam. I was mortified. I had just had sex 2.5 hours before!
So ya, the two of them poke around in there FOR ANOTHER HOUR, pointing out that I'm ovulating right now (glad I was right - that's the good news) and pointing to some "free fluids" floating around in there, likely related to ovulation (ya... I can guess what that is, and it's indirectly related to ovulation...).
So I'm pissed. First, that they're using me as a training manual for this doctor to poke around in. Second, that this appointment took over 2 hours and I had to head to work covered in ultrasound goo. And most importantly, third, that I had to have this damn ultrasound today of all days, with un-fertility-friendly lube. So now I'm convinced that the poking and prodding (ouch!) and Effing with my PH has wrecked this cycle.
And after all that, I know NOTHING. The technician and doctor were talking to each other the whole time - not to me. So I just heard snippets of things, but they were speaking quietly and I couldn't see the monitor. I think I do have a cyst on my left ovary (because I heard blah blah cystic blah...), but I don't know for sure. And she said a bunch of other scary words (.... endo.... blah blah blah....) but I couldn't hear if she was talking about me in particular, or just people in general.
Pissed. And I feel bruised from the insides out. And I think this month is a write off. Awesome.
Not a good day.
She did not tell me the pelvic was INTERNAL.
So my temperature shot up this morning. I wake DH up to get a quickie in before I get ready for my 8 a.m. appointment.
I endure 1 full hour of abdominal ultrasound, and then an ultrasound tech comes in to basically train the doctor on pelvic exams. She says to the doctor, "okay, now we'll do the trans-vag..." I'm sorry, the WHAT?? This is when I realize it's an internal exam. I was mortified. I had just had sex 2.5 hours before!
So ya, the two of them poke around in there FOR ANOTHER HOUR, pointing out that I'm ovulating right now (glad I was right - that's the good news) and pointing to some "free fluids" floating around in there, likely related to ovulation (ya... I can guess what that is, and it's indirectly related to ovulation...).
So I'm pissed. First, that they're using me as a training manual for this doctor to poke around in. Second, that this appointment took over 2 hours and I had to head to work covered in ultrasound goo. And most importantly, third, that I had to have this damn ultrasound today of all days, with un-fertility-friendly lube. So now I'm convinced that the poking and prodding (ouch!) and Effing with my PH has wrecked this cycle.
And after all that, I know NOTHING. The technician and doctor were talking to each other the whole time - not to me. So I just heard snippets of things, but they were speaking quietly and I couldn't see the monitor. I think I do have a cyst on my left ovary (because I heard blah blah cystic blah...), but I don't know for sure. And she said a bunch of other scary words (.... endo.... blah blah blah....) but I couldn't hear if she was talking about me in particular, or just people in general.
Pissed. And I feel bruised from the insides out. And I think this month is a write off. Awesome.
Not a good day.
Monday, July 28, 2008
I could rip my face off!
I haven't posted in ages... sorry. It's been a busy couple of weeks. Last Tuesday I started getting some sort of allergic reaction to something unknown (I have no allergies... that I know of) and spent Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights hopped up on Benadryl, which knocks me out. I had to work still, but my face and neck were so itchy I could rip my skin off. To make matters worse, my left cheek swelled up like crazy and was so red it looked like I got punched in the face. Awesome. Itchy *and* abused.
So now I'm down to just a few itchy welts on my neck, which Reactine helps a lot. Bloody hell. I really don't know what the problem is, but it sucks. My in-laws stayed with us Saturday night, so they had the Sunday morning Indian show on the TV. The horoscope guy (who, according to my mother-in-law, is "always right!") said that Sagittarians should watch out for allergic reactions, especially to seafood. Creepy, right? Now, I've never had an allergy to seafood before, and in fact, me and seafood are close friends (if by 'friends' I mean that I love them and eat them and that's good for me but bad for them).
I had shrimp twice last week. I swear to god, If I've developed an allergy to shrimp, I might as well just die now. It would be that horrible.
A friend of mine developed an allergy to chocolate sometime in her teen years - previously, she had been a chocaholic. The allergy got so bad that she didn't just get itchy welts, her throat started to swell up. So she had to stop eating the most perfect of all foods, or she could die. It was terrible. Then, miraculously, the universe righted itself nearly 15 years later. She had allergy testing done before she went on her honeymoon, and found that her allergy was gone! Needless to say, she called up the bakery making her wedding cake and promptly changed her order from boring ol' white to chocolate truffle. MMmm. it was gooood.
Anyway, her chocoate miracle aside, I CAN NOT BE ALLERGIC TO SHRIMP. I'm hoping it was a new moisturizer that I had been using for a few days before the flare up. Or a short-lived bout of the plague or something. Once my neck is entirely back to normal, I'll have to throw some more shrimps on the barbie (well, on the George Foreman, since I live in a condo) and test it out again. With a big box of Benalyn nearby, just in case.
So now I'm down to just a few itchy welts on my neck, which Reactine helps a lot. Bloody hell. I really don't know what the problem is, but it sucks. My in-laws stayed with us Saturday night, so they had the Sunday morning Indian show on the TV. The horoscope guy (who, according to my mother-in-law, is "always right!") said that Sagittarians should watch out for allergic reactions, especially to seafood. Creepy, right? Now, I've never had an allergy to seafood before, and in fact, me and seafood are close friends (if by 'friends' I mean that I love them and eat them and that's good for me but bad for them).
I had shrimp twice last week. I swear to god, If I've developed an allergy to shrimp, I might as well just die now. It would be that horrible.
A friend of mine developed an allergy to chocolate sometime in her teen years - previously, she had been a chocaholic. The allergy got so bad that she didn't just get itchy welts, her throat started to swell up. So she had to stop eating the most perfect of all foods, or she could die. It was terrible. Then, miraculously, the universe righted itself nearly 15 years later. She had allergy testing done before she went on her honeymoon, and found that her allergy was gone! Needless to say, she called up the bakery making her wedding cake and promptly changed her order from boring ol' white to chocolate truffle. MMmm. it was gooood.
Anyway, her chocoate miracle aside, I CAN NOT BE ALLERGIC TO SHRIMP. I'm hoping it was a new moisturizer that I had been using for a few days before the flare up. Or a short-lived bout of the plague or something. Once my neck is entirely back to normal, I'll have to throw some more shrimps on the barbie (well, on the George Foreman, since I live in a condo) and test it out again. With a big box of Benalyn nearby, just in case.
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