1st OB appointment, met with NP instead.
Ultrasound showed 20.4 mm baby measuring 8w4d with heartbeat in 170’s. YAY!
Next appointment 4/6/09, referral now being made to the perinatologist.
Thank you God.
8 weeks of fun
So now I’m 8 weeks and feeling the nausea and indigestion with an order of vomiting. Yuck, vomiting makes my diaphragm hurt. And that 3 hour window to eat is no joke. Lil’ bit is not gonna wait 4 or 5 hours for food, 3 is it! If I don’t have something in my mouth ready to chew, the nausea is unbearable and then starts the running to the bathroom. I’ve been getting nauseous at work too. So when I get busy but notice that it’s been awhile since I ate something, I just take a eating break. I don’t care if my patient is doing backflips over the bed, I need food when I need it. I was eating gummy bears and noticed that its about the same size as the baby. Kinda cute! Baby is a hungry bear!
I’m not sleeping well and I think it’s affecting my work. I get frustrated more easily and exhausted by the time I come home. I even come into work looking tired and people keep asking me if I’m okay. Do I look like shit or something? Is there a sign on my forehead that says “something is different?” I snapped at my husb the other day because he couldn’t understand how I have so many days off and spend all my time in bed, but I’m not sleeping, then tried to give me suggestions. I’m not hearing you dude! If this is how its gonna be when lil’ bit is born, I’ll be well trained.
I’ve also noticed that the death of the twins has greatly affected my relations at work. I don’t socialize as much at all and I realized that the people I was cool with last year, I don’t even really talk to. It’s like they haven’t experienced any kind of loss and life is a bowl of cherries all the time. I experienced a lot of death last year and they don’t understand the sadness. I think I’m just stressing over my appointment today and the fact being pregnant after a loss is nerve-wrecking. You want this pregnancy to continue, but you’re terrified that it won’t and almost brace yourself for that scenario. Then, you get excited that you’ve reached a milestone, only to realize that there are a million more milestones to go. One chick at work at work is maybe a few weeks ahead of me and is telling everyone she is two months pregnant. Then another chick is pregnant and every other word out of her mouth is “I’m pregnant” or talking about her toddler. I hate how they’re so sure that nothing will go wrong. Of all the known pregnancies that have occured at work, mine was the only one that failed. What are the odds? The younger chicks can’t even imagine what I went through, but some of the older ladies had their own stories of m/c, stillbirths and triumphs. One lady told me how she never got to have kids because she wasted her child-bearing years with a bad husband. Damn, that sucks. I think people thought I would pregnant right away after the twins and noticed that I haven’t so maybe there’s a problem. Then talking about pregnancies around me is like walking on egg-shells. Kiss my ass people. Maybe I should transfer to another unit.
Just found out my husb’s other baby-mama is preg. with a girl and will probably deliver in May or so. She’s married with 2 boys (including 6 y.o. Dom) plus a stepson. Lucky bitch…
