Thursday, June 26, 2008

Small Scare

Sunday was a rough day. I was totally nauseous when I woke up, so we hurried out of the house to get something to eat. It was also about a billion degrees and we don't have air conditioning. We made plans to do two things: visit an open house in Eagle Rock and buy a portable air conditioner. Even though B had called and knew exactly where to buy said air conditioner, the day turned into a horrific march through several Costcos, Targets, and Lowe's, "Just to see" if they had what we were looking for. Of course they didn't. Every store was sold out. Finally, after traipsing across many an asphalt desert, we headed to Fry's, where we hit the mother load. We picked out our beauty and brought her home. With B's back problems and my current condition, getting the air conditioner out of the car and up the stairs, one at a time, was quite the feat.
We didn't get to try it out right then either, because we had to go and look at the open house. It was adorable and well priced and I would buy it. But apparently we're not quite to that point yet and I understand, so we're not buying it. Yay.
So Monday I get up and head to the bathroom, of course, and think I see a little brown, but convince myself that I'm just paranoid. The day passes without incident and right before bed I pee again, of course, and this time there is bright red blood. Not sure what to do, I tell B that it may be bad news and try to go to sleep.
The next morning there is more brown and I spend a lot of time online trying to figure out what is going on. I find that I am either fine, or I am miscarrying. Hmm. I was kind of embarrassed about my feelings because I felt most annoyed that I would have to start over and lose seven weeks, plus recovery time. I realize that I haven't attached to this "baby" yet. The idea of it is exciting and all that, but I haven't developed feelings for it yet. I feel kind of like the ice queen, but whatever. I spend the day very tense and the only symptom I have is sore boobs.
When B gets home from work he does some online reading and tries to convince me that I am fine. I try to believe him, but then start feeling a lot of pain in my abdomen. The dreaded cramps. I tell B as I am getting into bed. A few moments later I realize that the pain has shifted to below my rib cage. Then I realize that I don't have cramps, just really bad gas. Oops. So I spend the night quietly relieving the problem and being thankful for every little release of gas.
B convinced me to call my doctor yesterday and she said to come in. She used a vaginal scanner (? don't know the real term for it) to show me that the baby was still there, still had a heartbeat and all was well. She said everything looked good, that my cervix was blue, which apparently is a good thing, and that she couldn't find any blood.
Back to the scan - the baby is 9mm and based on that, I am 6.6 weeks along. She gave me a photo, in which you can't really see anything except for a mass that is the baby and the yolk sac. She said that bleeding is normal at this point because of hormones and something about the placenta taking over for something else.
So I am fine and so is the baby and I'm very happy. Still not feeling so much attached to the baby, but hoping that is normal. Also, I can't exercise until I'm 8 weeks and she gave me a referral to an obstetrician who I am supposed to see before 9 weeks.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


I finally dragged myself off the couch (boss is on vacation, so it is a very slow time workwise) and headed to the Echo Park Pool (don't believe the website, it is definitely open). I had read about the newly remodeled facility and then stopped by to check it out a week ago. It looked great, with lap lanes set up, and it's free with a library card - which I have.
It has a great locker room set up, you can put all of your belongings in a bag and hand it over to the lady behind the counter to be checked for you. Then you shower and are free to "enjoy your swim!" as the lady behind the counter told me.
The pool is really nice and I think it is olympic sized. I shared a lane with a guy and swam for 30 minutes. I figured I'd start slow and work up to an hour eventually. There was a bit more debris and hair in the water than I would have liked to see, but it's a public pool, and free, so I can't really complain. I think I will quit my gym membership and stick to swimming and walking to maintain my weight and health for awhile.

February 14th

That is my supposed due date. I went into the Dr's yesterday, but all she did was confirm that I was pregnant using a urine test - which I had already done at home. I am about five weeks along, so she said that I should come back in a week and a half and she'll be able to do a scan and find a heartbeat. So that is what I'm going to do.
Meanwhile, I am feeling kind of crappy. I get tremendously tired mid day and wake up early having to pee. I woke up very early this morning and have been feeling cruddy ever since. I am trying to motivate to go to the pool, but I am so damned fuzzy headed and tired. Maybe I need a nap. Part of me is worried that I am making this all up and am actually fine.
Boobs still hurt!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Double Lines!

On Sunday we finally broke down and bought a pregnancy test. Then I said that we were going to wait until Wednesday before I left, so that I would know if I was pregnant and not sit through a wedding without drinking for no reason. But then B didn't want to wait and read on the box that the test was pretty accurate even before a missed period, so I went ahead and peed on that little stick.
I was very surprised at how quickly both lines appeared. I was prepared for those agonizing minutes that they make you wait through on tv and in the movies.
So I am currently, supposedly, pregnant. Yay. My boobs feel like lead balloons and I have taken to wearing supportive, lined bras instead of the very flimsy ones I used to wear. I get randomly hungry and feel bloated, but that's about it.
I was thinking that I was on my third week, since I think we conceived around May 25th, but after reading a bit I think we may be on our fifth week of pregnancy, but the fetus is only on it's third week. It's odd how they count it like that.
Anyway, still haven't told anyone except my friend in Europe and my gym trainer. I had to tell my trainer so she could modify my workouts. I work out with my sister, so I hope she doesn't pick up on things. Wouldn't be the end of the world if she did, but I'd like to be able to keep it a secret until we are at 12 weeks and I've thought of some fun way to surprise her with the news.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Waiting...T minus 4 days

So am I pregnant or not? I don't feel particularly pregnant. But... I do have unusual feelings in my boobs. Or am I imagining that? And I have been tired. But aren't I always? I usually get my period on the 9th or 10th of each month, so I have four or five days before I've missed. If I don't get my period, then I am going to wait at least seven days before taking a test.
B is convinced that I am pregnant, but I keep telling him not to think about it because I don't want him to be disappointed. We went to see Sex and the City on Saturday (I thought it was ok - it raised my feminist hackles up a bit too much. I miss the sentiment of the original series in its early days) and went for dinner afterward and B and I got to the restaurant early so I asked the waitress to bring me a lemonade, but to put it in a drink glass. She looked confused first, but then got it and asked me "Are you going to tell your friends tonight?" I was embarrassed but told her that it was way to early, that I wasn't even sure, but just playing it safe and didn't want to talk about it with my friends.
I hadn't really thought that I was pregnant, but then I was having odd feelings in my boobs and thinking, well, maybe? and then I started thinking about everything that I've been eating and drinking since I may have conceived and whether or not that is going to have an impact on my maybe baby. I think I've been ok. I've been taking sips of alcohol here and there to not raise any suspicions, which is stupid. I've been taking extra vitamin C with my prenatals to prevent constipation, which I'll stop doing. And I drank some diet soda. I've switched to full sugar drinks (mainly juice) for now. I'm sure I'll switch to water if I find out I'm pregnant. It is so weird not to know. But that makes me feel that I'm not. Wouldn't I know?