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Kicking some ass, making a baby!

29 Jan

Pardon my long absence! I unexpectedly had a big ol’ case of yellow-bellied chicken scaredy pants disease.

You see, shortly after that last post, I peed on a stick. And then another. And they were positive! Once I saw those two faint lines, it was as if my brain went into ‘oh, crap, shit just got real’ mode. All I could think of was how badly things could go and how heartbroken I would be so I clammed up. Bad things don’t happen if you don’t talk about stuff, right?

Then, I had a gigantor scare that just reinforced my worries: I had an afternoon of heavy bleeding and clotting. The Wife rushed home from work and our clinic (they really are so awesome) got us in for an ultrasound and assessment and that’s when we got to hear the fetal heartbeat for the first time! It was strong and the sac looked great, the bleeding and clotting were terrifying but meaningless.

We have since moved and found a birth center here in Savannah, found out we were having a girl, and here we are plodding along! So, here I am, 27 weeks and awkwardly round. I had an unremarkable first trimester (y’know, aside from that little scare) with no morning sickness. My second trimester was dullsville as well. The big thing is this persistent awful back ache in this one specific spot that Just WILL NOT STOP. And some intense red meat cravings. My boobs started leaking around 18 weeks and I started feeling kicks shortly thereafter! The Wife got to start feeling those kicks around week 20. The other night, we actually saw her poking her little foot against my belly button! We could feel her leg and knee and everything! It was the creepiest, weirdest, most wonderful thing ever!

The third trimester is shaping up to be a bit more…aggressive. My pelvis feels like it’s held together with string and old duct tape. My hips ache like an old lady’s. I’m exhausted all the time and my belly is constantly getting in the way!

So that’s it in a nutshell. I was completely petrified of saying anything for the longest time; at first, I was like “pssht, I’m telling er’body once I get my positive!” and then that switched to “maybe I should wait until I’m out of the first trimester”. And then I wanted to wait until I got my anatomy scan to make sure everything was alright (scan done and, yay, everything looked good!). And then it was just a lingering feeling of foreboding. Naively, when I was trying to conceive, I thought that, once I was pregnant, I wouldn’t have to stress so much. Now I see that the best I can hope for is that this persistent worry that Something Bad Will Happen will subside to a manageable background noise.

Only tangentially related to the pursuit of pregnancy

25 May

I went for a run this morning. Um, a walk with some running sprinkled in. BUT it was fast-paced walking! And I even got a little sprint-y in there! I mean, I’m definitely going to dead first thing in the event of the zombie apocalypse, but hey! I’m working on it!

It’s been years since I’ve voluntarily run for any length of time. Running makes me sweaty, look goofy, and hurty. None of those things I enjoy. But I did it today as a push to get back on the ol’ health track. As mentioned in that other post, I kind’ve fell away from eating well and moving more after the surgery and haven’t really ever found my way back.

Not any more, though! I put on my play list, went over to the neighborhood park, and ran me some laps!

At first, it was just me and the squirrels and I kept eyeballing my surroundings and touching my handy little lady helper (it’s a fold-up survival knife that The Wife got me) for reassurance. My neighborhood is comparatively safe. Comparatively. But then, slowly, other runners, all much older, came trickling in.

It was a good kick in the pants, these course compadres as we were all clearly trying to impress each other. Or, at least, not look foolish. I know that whenever I was coming up on someone, I’d kick it in gear because I’m young, right? I’m supposed to be vibrant and able to maintain a pace above a smart stroll for more than 2 mins, right?

While I was running, I started to feel cramping, like menstrual cramps, low in my abdomen, focused on my right side. I have not taken a biology class in many years, but I can only assume that this is definitely because my follicles are super-charging and ovulation is a-coming. Yup. That’s what it means!

Hysteroscopy and The Modern Woman

4 Apr

I thought I’d share what exactly my last appointment was about instead of the two-liner in the last post. Also, there’s going to be some time to kill before I hit the speed limit on the highway to babytown. Right now, I’m just pulled over on the shoulder, hazards on, and hoping my phone battery doesn’t die before I beat my solitaire finish time best. This analogy got away from me.

Hysteroscopy

by Ass-Kicking Mama

After I was told I may have an endometrial polyp, the doc recommended I go to their surgical center to get a diagnostic hysteroscopy to make sure that’s what it was.

So off we go to their other site for the ultrasound; I made sure to take some ibu*profen beforehand. The Wife came with me (for some reason, despite me moaning and whining about having to experience a camera in parts of my anatomy not built to accommodate electronics, she thought I was actually having surgery) and hung out in their plush waiting room. No joke, I was seriously considering asking where they got their furniture from; we could use a couple new chairs in our living room. Then I realized that they could probably afford to splash on fancy color schemes and up-to-date magazines because fertility treatments are freaking expensive!

Everytime I go to the clinic, it’s a bit bittersweet. There’s so much hope and frustration and fear and love all mixed up in every woman’s face that I see. Nobody really makes eye contact, but I take peeks and just try to send positive wishes and hopes to everyone right into their heads. I’m thinking they probably do it, too. We’re all like a baby-making army of determined, blood-giving ladies.

Anyways, back to the surgical center. I got called back pretty fast, leaving The Wife to the work she had brought with her. I donned a hospital gown and bright blue booties. Cleared my bladder. Got set up in chair with a heated blanket (so freaking fancy!) to go over the risks of the procedure. And then I was brought into a large room with one gyn table in the middle surrounded by ultrasound equipment, lights, and a stool. It was actually a bit stark and spooky. I was going to crack a joke about walking onto the set of a horror movie, but decided against it. I got set up on the table-their stirrup’s were also really fancy, of course, like cushioned cradles for my feet and calves.

The counselor who reviewed the risks with me prepared me for something that resembled a pap smear, plus some. They would be pumping my uterus full of saline so it open a bit. Then a long narrow tube with a wee camera at the end would enter the mouth of the uterus and take a peek around.

The whole thing was very quick and I really didn’t feel much until we started looking around (I got to see everything on a TV screen. I asked about getting pictures to go home, but they didn’t have a way to print them out. Boo). I started to feel cramps and they just got more and more intense until I was afraid my body was just going to start scooching away. But, just as I was about to ask if I could tap out, it was done! All told, it took maybe 3 mins. So fast.

After that, I got dressed, helped myself to one of their menstrual pads (um, saline has to go somewhere), and went home. I had some light cramping, but nothing too bad.

The ultrasound tech said that he definitely saw a polyp and also recommended I get it removed so done deal, right? Just gotta schedule that with the hospital they work with and there we go. Except, apparently, now I have to go to the hospital to do a pre-consultation, go back to my “home” clinic to do another pre-consult and THEN I can have it removed? I don’t know what we have to pre-consult about over and over and over again. Let’s get this going, folks!

Now, because of those additional preliminary appts, the actual surgery would happen when I should be menstruating which doesn’t work, so then I’ll have to wait until the week after that.I actually can’t wait to get going on this thing!

And that concludes this episode of TMI: X-treme Edition.