Friday night was my last night of suffering in my tightly buttoned regular pants. At home I'd pretty much been living in pajama pants and sweatshirts feeling like a homeless person with a home. We took a trip to Target & I got two pairs plus one I had already that I ordered online. It was amazing how much more comfortable I felt... ahhh relief.
Saturday after going out for Gregory's 24th birthday I told my brothers (only Damian & Greg were there) and Greg said he knew because he was on my computer at work the day before, and Damian knew because he overheard mom talking to me on the phone.
But- no big deal, they, being the brothers that I know them to be, were not overly excited but I'm sure once there is an actual baby it will be much more interesting.
The funny thing was that while I was picking out his birthday card, I was looking at the "Brother" birthday cards and nearly started crying because they were all the lovey-dovey ones, it does amuse me how easily I will choke up over the smallest things.
John told his mother on Sunday - she is very excited and I am glad that we are able to give her something to look forward to & talk about, so for that I am very happy to make her life more interesting because it can get quite boring being is Assisted Living 24/7.
The morning sickness & nausea continue, it's really exhausting and ice cream unfortunately is the only thing that makes my stomach feel OK, anything else I pretty much have to force down.
I also have a terribly hard time sleeping at night and last night I actually slept in the guest room because even though John's snoring is not ridiculous, any noise will bother me and keep me awake for pretty much half of the night.
I've only cooked 2-3 times in the past 4 weeks and John is telling people that if he wants to hide something from me all he has to do is put it in the oven! I do feel guilty about not doing much around the house but he is very understanding and is picking up some of my slack.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
1st OB Appointment!
John came for the ultrasound which was very fun, and also very quick. We could see our little babe moving around and I could actually see the limbs. At first the technician actually was like "no I don't think so" but then she did see them. I guess she was a bit surprised because I ended up measuring 10 weeks and 2 days versus the 9 weeks 3 days that they had assumed. I was kind of expecting to measure more advanced because based on my ovulation kit and how quickly I got a positive pregnancy test, I most likely ovulated on day 12 of my cycle (as opposed to day 14 that is the "average") and it's possible the egg implanted earlier rather than later. So that was exciting. In other good news my doctor is a really nice woman and was very attentive and open to making sure she answered any questions I had. She also made me feel better about my growing midsection and said that she definitely could feel that my uterus was very expanded, so I was glad to know that it was more than just me making my pants tighter. It was great to see the baby now, it makes all this nausea & vomiting much more positive.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
subconjunctival hemorrhage
A wonderful side-effect of morning sickness! :)
The bleeding results from a break in a small blood vessel in the sclera, the white of the eye. This releases a tiny amount (less than a drop) of blood which is trapped underneath the conjuctiva, much like the blood in a bruise is trapped in the skin. It is called a subconjunctival hemorrhage since it occurs beneath the conjunctiva, the transparent membrane covering the sclera.
It looks bad and may be frightening but is not dangerous and leaves no residual change in vision. There is no discharge from the eye. The redness may turn brown or green and everything returns to normal within 3 weeks as the blood is absorbed. Subconjunctival hemorrhage does not require treatment.
The bleeding results from a break in a small blood vessel in the sclera, the white of the eye. This releases a tiny amount (less than a drop) of blood which is trapped underneath the conjuctiva, much like the blood in a bruise is trapped in the skin. It is called a subconjunctival hemorrhage since it occurs beneath the conjunctiva, the transparent membrane covering the sclera.
It looks bad and may be frightening but is not dangerous and leaves no residual change in vision. There is no discharge from the eye. The redness may turn brown or green and everything returns to normal within 3 weeks as the blood is absorbed. Subconjunctival hemorrhage does not require treatment.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Valentine's Weekend
We spent Friday night at the Boston Harbor Hotel, which is always very nice & had sparkling cider & chocolate dipped strawberries waiting for us, yummy. We had dinner at the hotel restaurant, however it is a bit on the gourmet side and I had to be careful to make sure everything was cooked enough, not the medium rare that was pretty much standard for a lot of the dishes. Dinner was at 8:30 and after 3 courses & dessert it was after 10pm when we finished and I was full.
However, 3:30am I found myself awake and so hungry it was killing me. There was no food in the room (well, there was the in-room bar service but I wasn't about to pay 4.50 for a bag or chips or whatever else there was). I managed to get back to sleep after 4:00 and woke up again at 7:00, now sure that the restaurant would be open for breakfast I dragged john out of bed and rushed to the dining room. In the weird twist of all this starvation, I was so hungry I was nauseous and could barely eat anything on my plate. It took me over an hour of picking at my food before I really felt better.
Later that morning we had massages, for my prenatal massage, they set up "pregnancy pillows" that leave room for your stomach & boobs so they arent squished & then when you lie on your back they prop up a few pillows so your back & head are elevated. It was 80 minutes of pure heaven and was very relaxing. I've been having some cramping & pain in my right calf & some right hip pain & they suggested it could be from my nerves getting pinched as my pelvic bones start spreading apart.
Pretty much every morning for the past week I've vomited before or just after having breakfast and I generally feel slightly nauseous throughout the day, the worst though is being sick with hunger but at the same time feeling sick when I try to eat something. That is a symptom I never expected and am having the hardest time with. My energy is very low and I spend a lot of my day lying on the couch, some days I feel good and have thought a few times "oh wow, my energy is back the bad days are over!" only to feel like crap again the next day.
I am starting to feel my lower abdomen expanding and will probably start taking some belly shots so we can watch the full beginning to end tranformation! :)
However, 3:30am I found myself awake and so hungry it was killing me. There was no food in the room (well, there was the in-room bar service but I wasn't about to pay 4.50 for a bag or chips or whatever else there was). I managed to get back to sleep after 4:00 and woke up again at 7:00, now sure that the restaurant would be open for breakfast I dragged john out of bed and rushed to the dining room. In the weird twist of all this starvation, I was so hungry I was nauseous and could barely eat anything on my plate. It took me over an hour of picking at my food before I really felt better.
Later that morning we had massages, for my prenatal massage, they set up "pregnancy pillows" that leave room for your stomach & boobs so they arent squished & then when you lie on your back they prop up a few pillows so your back & head are elevated. It was 80 minutes of pure heaven and was very relaxing. I've been having some cramping & pain in my right calf & some right hip pain & they suggested it could be from my nerves getting pinched as my pelvic bones start spreading apart.
Pretty much every morning for the past week I've vomited before or just after having breakfast and I generally feel slightly nauseous throughout the day, the worst though is being sick with hunger but at the same time feeling sick when I try to eat something. That is a symptom I never expected and am having the hardest time with. My energy is very low and I spend a lot of my day lying on the couch, some days I feel good and have thought a few times "oh wow, my energy is back the bad days are over!" only to feel like crap again the next day.
I am starting to feel my lower abdomen expanding and will probably start taking some belly shots so we can watch the full beginning to end tranformation! :)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
4:30 on a Sunday morning
seems like a great time to wake up, feel hungry, eat half a banana, and then give it up to the toilet.
People at work are suspicious that I am pregnant, but considering they are all rather inconsiderate men (as opposed to considerate men, whom I know, just don't have the pleasure of working with many), they have zero tact and think it's OK to just go out and ask me if I am. So this has inspired me not to tell anyone at work about my status for as long as I can avoid it, and hope that I feel much better in the weeks to come and don't miss any work to avoid any more reasons for them to continue to think so.
Correction regarding our conversation last night, Mitzi, I will be starting my 9th week on Monday, that's the confusion I create from looking forward to reading the paragraph on how big our bean will be at the end of each week and then into the next week.
People at work are suspicious that I am pregnant, but considering they are all rather inconsiderate men (as opposed to considerate men, whom I know, just don't have the pleasure of working with many), they have zero tact and think it's OK to just go out and ask me if I am. So this has inspired me not to tell anyone at work about my status for as long as I can avoid it, and hope that I feel much better in the weeks to come and don't miss any work to avoid any more reasons for them to continue to think so.
Correction regarding our conversation last night, Mitzi, I will be starting my 9th week on Monday, that's the confusion I create from looking forward to reading the paragraph on how big our bean will be at the end of each week and then into the next week.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I spoke too soon
After talking to my mom last night & relating my somewhat constant nausea that makes me not want to eat, but gets worse if I don't eat, I ended it with "atleast I haven't vomited yet"...
yes well, less than 12 hours of that conversation I found myself in the shower (which was a great location for it in all seriousness) dry heaving and eventually throwing up the few spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt I had early in the morning when I woke up feeling hungry. Now I sit here eating the remainder of that yogurt cup & some toast pondering " is this going to come up too?"
my stomach is telling me "maybe."
The hormones that my body is creating because of this raspberry-sized baby are kicking the crap out of me and I'm really hoping that for the (God-allowing) 2nd baby that this is not nearly as bad.
My heightened sense of smell makes nearly all food unappealing to me, and I dread opening the refrigerator because the mix of different smells hitting me is like an instant cue to feel disgusted, so I now find myself holding my breath whenever I have to go in there.
The funny thing is that John will say to me "wow, this must be bad because you're pretty tough about this stuff" and my mother says to me "wow, you're a wimp! are you sure this isn't psychosomatic?"
yes well, less than 12 hours of that conversation I found myself in the shower (which was a great location for it in all seriousness) dry heaving and eventually throwing up the few spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt I had early in the morning when I woke up feeling hungry. Now I sit here eating the remainder of that yogurt cup & some toast pondering " is this going to come up too?"
my stomach is telling me "maybe."
The hormones that my body is creating because of this raspberry-sized baby are kicking the crap out of me and I'm really hoping that for the (God-allowing) 2nd baby that this is not nearly as bad.
My heightened sense of smell makes nearly all food unappealing to me, and I dread opening the refrigerator because the mix of different smells hitting me is like an instant cue to feel disgusted, so I now find myself holding my breath whenever I have to go in there.
The funny thing is that John will say to me "wow, this must be bad because you're pretty tough about this stuff" and my mother says to me "wow, you're a wimp! are you sure this isn't psychosomatic?"
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