10w, 6d
Hey. Me again. Back to complain some more about how every minute of being pregnant sucks ass. I find it hard to believe that people would ever choose to do this more than once. That sure is some dedication to avoiding the extinction of the human race that I don't have.
Went to another concert, at a bar this time. It was hell. Way worse than standing outside for 5 hour straight. The place was insanely crowded. I did manage to sneak in early and grab a seat off to the side so I didn't have to stand. Never would have made it standing. It was hotter than hell and filled with smoke. Yeah, real great place for me to be hanging out.
Then I spent a couple days thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was on the upswing of this whole morning sickness that lasts 24 hours a day thing. I went to dinner with some friends (where I couldn't manage to eat a thing but really felt okay too). I took the kids to the park, with the help of my mom. I even washed our sheets which was something that hadn't been done in such a long time that I am not even about to admit how long. Now that I have realized that I more or less have an unlimited supply of Zofran, I haven't been hesitant to take it. Unfortunately, the Zofran has now decided to be hesitant in actually preventing me from puking my guts out randomly.
So yeah, the puking has really picked up. My puking in the past was generally just stuff coming up and me not really retching. I puked, I rinsed, I went on with my day. Now it is losing entire meals and gagging and retching until my body is most certainly sure that every last ounce of food product has been emptied from my stomach and my eyes have nearly popped from my head. Good times. Did I mention how awesome being pregnant is??
Did have dinner with a couple friends a few days ago. I had planned to tell them I was knocked up and planned to leave out the fact that our family would go from 4 to 6 members. I was doing good. Told them pretty much as soon as I sat at the table. Then just before we were ready to leave the one girl asked that since we did fertility treatments, what the chances were of having more than one. I said 100%. Then I felt kinda bad I didn't just tell them to begin with but they understood. After talking with these ladies, I started questioning whether it was really a great idea to drop my high risk dr. The main thing is that if anything goes wrong or I go into labor early, I am just going to be shipped off to the hospital in the city anyway. I should just probably plan on being there. If I am going to be there anyway, wouldn't it make more sense to have a doctor that actually was affiliated with the place? Then again, I am still really concerned about having to drive to the city in labor during rush hour traffic in a snow storm. Probably just be easier to go to the local hospital and have them load me into an ambulance and get me there. For now I am sticking with my regular OB but keeping an open mind.
Finally caught up with all my girls that I am closest to on Sunday and spilled the beans to them. So glad about that on so many levels. One girl is already planning on cooking dinner for my family next week. Also loved the shocked expressions of everyone. Mostly though, that is the last time I am going to explain myself. Everyone else in this world announces they are adding a family member to their families and everyone says congrats and moves on. This is the third time we have made this announcement and each time it has come with some grand explanation as to why we decided to go this route and how it all happened. I most certainly don't mind explaining all this to my close friends, but why should I have to explain at all? No one else ever gets asked how their child was conceived, or better yet, why they decided to conceive a child instead of adopt one. So, my plan is to not explain anymore. I am not sure how this is going to work out. In part it will help because here really soon I will give my mom the green light to tell everyone and she can decide to explain or not to explain and I won't have to. As for all the people who are bound to ask me questions that I don't feel I should have to answer, I'm sure I'll figure something out. Guess that is one more advantage of the internet and facebook. I can just tell everyone online and dodge questions without having to do so while staring them in the eye.
Only 8 more days until I hit the magical 12 week mark. People keep telling me that is when the morning sickness gets better. It better damn well get better.
Went to another concert, at a bar this time. It was hell. Way worse than standing outside for 5 hour straight. The place was insanely crowded. I did manage to sneak in early and grab a seat off to the side so I didn't have to stand. Never would have made it standing. It was hotter than hell and filled with smoke. Yeah, real great place for me to be hanging out.
Then I spent a couple days thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was on the upswing of this whole morning sickness that lasts 24 hours a day thing. I went to dinner with some friends (where I couldn't manage to eat a thing but really felt okay too). I took the kids to the park, with the help of my mom. I even washed our sheets which was something that hadn't been done in such a long time that I am not even about to admit how long. Now that I have realized that I more or less have an unlimited supply of Zofran, I haven't been hesitant to take it. Unfortunately, the Zofran has now decided to be hesitant in actually preventing me from puking my guts out randomly.
So yeah, the puking has really picked up. My puking in the past was generally just stuff coming up and me not really retching. I puked, I rinsed, I went on with my day. Now it is losing entire meals and gagging and retching until my body is most certainly sure that every last ounce of food product has been emptied from my stomach and my eyes have nearly popped from my head. Good times. Did I mention how awesome being pregnant is??
Did have dinner with a couple friends a few days ago. I had planned to tell them I was knocked up and planned to leave out the fact that our family would go from 4 to 6 members. I was doing good. Told them pretty much as soon as I sat at the table. Then just before we were ready to leave the one girl asked that since we did fertility treatments, what the chances were of having more than one. I said 100%. Then I felt kinda bad I didn't just tell them to begin with but they understood. After talking with these ladies, I started questioning whether it was really a great idea to drop my high risk dr. The main thing is that if anything goes wrong or I go into labor early, I am just going to be shipped off to the hospital in the city anyway. I should just probably plan on being there. If I am going to be there anyway, wouldn't it make more sense to have a doctor that actually was affiliated with the place? Then again, I am still really concerned about having to drive to the city in labor during rush hour traffic in a snow storm. Probably just be easier to go to the local hospital and have them load me into an ambulance and get me there. For now I am sticking with my regular OB but keeping an open mind.
Finally caught up with all my girls that I am closest to on Sunday and spilled the beans to them. So glad about that on so many levels. One girl is already planning on cooking dinner for my family next week. Also loved the shocked expressions of everyone. Mostly though, that is the last time I am going to explain myself. Everyone else in this world announces they are adding a family member to their families and everyone says congrats and moves on. This is the third time we have made this announcement and each time it has come with some grand explanation as to why we decided to go this route and how it all happened. I most certainly don't mind explaining all this to my close friends, but why should I have to explain at all? No one else ever gets asked how their child was conceived, or better yet, why they decided to conceive a child instead of adopt one. So, my plan is to not explain anymore. I am not sure how this is going to work out. In part it will help because here really soon I will give my mom the green light to tell everyone and she can decide to explain or not to explain and I won't have to. As for all the people who are bound to ask me questions that I don't feel I should have to answer, I'm sure I'll figure something out. Guess that is one more advantage of the internet and facebook. I can just tell everyone online and dodge questions without having to do so while staring them in the eye.
Only 8 more days until I hit the magical 12 week mark. People keep telling me that is when the morning sickness gets better. It better damn well get better.
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