Eggshells (5w5d)

I'm a worrier. I know this. Paul knows this.

I am also riddled with random aches and pains in myriad places.

Thusly, I am concerned. I'm trying not to be as everyone will caution me not to stress or worry because it's bad for the baby. Well, it's bad for the mommy too.

But I can't help it. I've had a couple of “ooooh, what was THAT?” moments this morning – low pains that bloom and go away in 10 seconds waaaay low down, mostly on the left-ish side. Every little twinge, every little anything makes me pause and turn my mind and awareness inward. Contemplating my navel, foresooth!

I don't wanna be one of those paranoid people. And it's not that I mind these random aches and pains. I'll happily go along with anything my body deems necessary to build a comfy little nest in there for the baby to chillax in for the next 8 months.

I think/hope I'll be more OK and able to relax after the next ultrasound. Until then I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, trying not to make a sound. It's gonna be a long week next week. (This week, for the record was at least 17 days long.)

Random pains (5w4d)

Random pains. Having random pains in the nether regions.

I don't know if I should be worried or not. We'll see if anything else happens tonight.

Either Paul was right to be cautious, or I'm gonna annoy the crap outta my OB before this is all done.

Mantra in my head

There's a little chant going on in the back of my mind all the time now. “You're pregnant. You're pregnant. You're pregnant.” Laid behind whatever I'm doing or thinking, it's there. Like a little news ticker, reminding me of what I already know.

I hope I don't get all paranoid. I'm noticing every little twinge – which I have a lot of, especially in the gut and ladybits. But now every little pain, every little everything makes me pause for a second and think twice. It's like I've always got one ear cocked to my body – listening for any changes or signals.

I guess a downside to knowing that I'm not that far along is that sense of assurance that things would be OK isn't there anymore. I'm SO GLAD to know that the baby was only exposed to 3-5 weeks of my oral meds as opposed to 9-11 weeks. But that also means that we're still in very early days. And there's big part of me right now that wants to think that this isn't gonna work out – that is just *can't* be this easy to accidentally fall pregnant.

But in the meantime, while I'm troubleshooting the video conference system, or fixing my lunch, or sorting timesheets for payroll… there's that little news crawl: “You're pregnant… you're pregnant… you're pregnant.”

Wanna say SOMETHING! (5w4d)

A couple of people know already. Paul and I each had one co-worker we had to tell because it would kill us not to, and they'd figure it out anyway. I told my boss yesterday because I felt bad lying to him about all the 'emergency' doctor appointment this week.

London accidentally found out last night because I forgot to set my post to private. She commented and then txt'd me. I was SO grateful she did so I could go change it. I don't think anyone else saw.

But I'm just bursting! I want to tell people. But at the same time, I don't want to. I want to hold onto this little secret Paul and I have, at least for a while longer. Let Paul get used to the idea. Let us share in it together. And, well… there's the whole “you don't tell anyone before the 1st trimester ends” part too. I can't help but be worried about that. Knowing what London went through, and what Jeremiah and Jamila went through.

But still. Part of me wants to sing it from the rooftops! I'm PREGNANT!!

7-17-10 (5w3d)

That’s our baby’s due date, for now.

Desert Perinatalogists are my new favorite people. They’re going to be my all-the-time OB, so I don’t have to go back to that horrid Dr. Foster. I am so stoked about this!

After racing there this afternoon I was taken back to speak with a genetic counselor. I commented as we were sitting down that I found it humorous that we were going to talk about genetic testing and such when no one had even confirmed the pregnancy yet. She was flummoxed. Honestly, at that point I was feeling so beaten down about this whole situation that I didn’t really care anymore. I just wanted to *know*. We chatted a bit about my medical history and then she went to go find my doctor and an ultrasound tech.

20 minutes later I’ve got warm goo all over me and the tech is trying really hard to get a good image from the outside. She found the “sac” but couldn’t get a good view at all. So she went and got the doctor and after another 10 minutes or so, they did the internal/vaginal ultrasound. She was as gentle as possible with the probe thing, but she was having to work to get a good angle and find things.

But find things she did. The amniotic sac is there, with a tiny little ‘yolk’ thing, and inside that was an even tinier little blub. The top of the blub had a flutter that we saw a few times when the probe was angled just right. At one point she caught a heartbeat. She looked at Dr. Schwartz who said “yeah, grab it and count it!” The machine said the heart rate (which sounded like a faint whooshing over my heartbeat) was 107. Dr. Schwartz came over, took my wrist and a moment later said “Your heartrate isn’t 107. That’s not you.”

They did some calculations after taking out the probe and handed me a printed out picture of the sac & blub (you can’t really see anything…) with a post-it on it that says 5w4d, 7/17/2010. I started crying. Not sobbing like I have in anger several times in the last few days, just tears of happiness overflowing my eyes. Dr. Schwartz put his hand on my shoulder, squeezed and congratulated me. The nurse/tech handed me a box of kleenex.

After I got dressed again, Dr. Schwartz came back in the ultrasound room and we talked about a lot of things. My drugs were changed again, to a different kind of insulin. Dr. Schwartz explained his theory on why I’m on two completely different insulins now and it seems to make sense. But everything we’re doing is on a “try it an see” basis and he wants me to be open with him about how I feel on all of it. He’s not opposed to trying different things, but he’s glad to hear that I’m willing to do whatever he tells me to do for the sake of the baby.

He explained about the practice, and how he’s only there Monday-Wednesday because he lives in Denver. He still ends up delivering about 85% of his patients though. And the practice doesn’t believe in ERs unless someone is bleeding. They always want me to call them, day or night, for anything. (Exactly the opposite of what the other OB said.) The staff really seems very nice and they all reiterated that I’m to call them with ANY questions at ANY time.

I’m logging my blood sugars now, and will be logging blood pressures too once they get me a blood pressure cuff. I’ll be faxing them info at least once a week. They’re not freaking out about my issues and they don’t want me to either. Dr. Schwartz said “This is what we do. We take care of this stuff. Don’t worry.” They took a TON of blood (I love their lab tech – she got me in the elbow in one stab! Took 9 viles of blood!) and gave me an H1N1 vaccine. Just like that! I met again with the genetic counselor lady and she took a detailed family history. Nothing really of note, except the strong history of diabetes on my side and my VSD. (They’ll do a fetal echocardiogram ~19 weeks because of my personal heart history and the fact that I was on an ACE inhibitor when I got pregnant. But she said it really wasn’t anything to worry about.)

My next appointment is on Wednesday December 2 at 2:00. Paul will be with me. We’ll have another ultrasound and they’ll confirm gestation at that time and change the EDD if necessary.

I called Paul as I walked out the door to go home. I asked him how he’d like a baby for his birthday next year. (Dr. Schwartz explained that even though my EDD is 7/17/10, there’s very very little chance that he’ll let me go that far.) Paul sounded pretty happy when I told him.

Tonight I went to Borders and bought books. The Mayo Clinic Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy and The Pregnancy Instruction Manual. I’ve waited so long to be able to buy pregnancy books and not feel like a total fraud. I was grinning like a loon at the checkout girl.