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December 21, 2005

19 Weeks, 3 Days

I am Not Happy.

I had to get on the scale last night at the doctor's office, just like I do every time I go. However, this time, I was all excited about getting on the scale because I had been monitoring my weight this month and thought I had done really well. Boy was I wrong. I am now 2 pounds heavier than I should be at the END of my pregnancy. At 19 weeks. I am not prengant, I am fat. Well, I guess I'm pregnant too, but I'm also fat. Pregnant and Fat. That's me. Super.

I didn't even get any enjoyment out of hearing the thwub thwub thwub of the baby's heartbeat. Why? Because 1) I'm fat, and 2) it's just a cruel joke since I can't get my very own shiny baby heartbeat monitor.

And then, I go to make my appointment for my ultrasound and I'm told they're OUT NEXT WEEK! The NERVE! So now I have to call the hospital and get my ultrasound at the stupid hospital or wait another week. Could I wait another week? Sure, if I wasn't FAT impatient. So I have an appointment next Tuesday (I'll be 20 weeks & 2 days) at 8:15 in the morning. I have to be there at 7:45 and then afterwards I get to go to work. Joy.

(Can you tell I'm in a crappy mood today?)

So, other than the fatness, baby and I are both in good health. I'm not sure what else the ultrasound looks for, other than sex of the baby, because that's pretty much all everyone talks about. But after the ultrasound, it's no more tests for like 8 weeks, when I get my sugar test to check for diabetes. Why they wait to check you for diabetes until you're like 3/4 of the way done, I have no idea. I would think they want to check that out up front so they can treat it. But what do I know?

Posted by Terri at 10:50 AM | Comments (3)

December 20, 2005

19 Weeks, 2 Days

Yay Happy Day

I go to the doctor tonight which means two things:

  1. I get to hear the heartbeat. This is very exciting since Darren won't let me get a baby heartbeat monitor for Christmas. Apparently he thinks it will cause problems when I can't find the heartbeat. Take all my fun away, will ya?

  2. I get to find out when my ultrasound is going to be. Yay! This is the one where we find out the sex. I'm so excited! (And impatient)

So lots going on.

Posted by Terri at 09:37 AM | Comments (1)

December 14, 2005

18 Weeks, 3 Days

Hooray for baby!!!! The quad screen came back normal!!!! Which, I believe means no amnio. (Thank goodness, because I am so not all about the amnio.)

Nothing much else going on. I'm getting kicked (or poked, as it feels) pretty consistently now, but not til about 10 or 11 in the morning. Yeah, that's right baby - sleep in while you can. Once you start daycare, we'll both be up at the buttcrack of dawn.

I think we're going to have to start thinking about signing up for those childbirth classes soon. And touring the hospital, and registering for baby stuff, and fixing up the nursery (after our room is done and we've moved ourselves out of the nursery). So much to do!

I have my next appointment in a week! YAY! HEARTBEAT IN A WEEK!!!

If anyone is looking for a gift idea for Christmas, one of the baby heart monitor things (which you can get at a maternity store) would be awesome.

Posted by Terri at 01:47 PM | Comments (1)

December 08, 2005

17 Weeks, 4 Days

I kicked my Mommy today. It made her happy. I'm not sure why, because "poke the baby" did not make me happy. Daddy's in Boston for work so I have to kick Mommy to make her happy. There's not much else going on in here. There is less room than there used to be. I'm hoping that will get better over time.

Posted by Baby at 01:15 PM | Comments (3)

December 05, 2005

17 Weeks, 1 Day

Got the quad screen. They only had to take two medium-sized test tubes of blood instead of four large test tubes and two small test tubes like they had to last time. And my stupid tourniquet didn't come off this time either.

Oh right, I didn't tell that story here. Before I do, let me give you some background info:

-I'm not afraid of needles. I have no problem with needles. In fact, I watch them stick the needles in my arm and I'm fine. Whenever they put liquid into me, I have no problem.

-I have never been able to give blood. They try to take it from me, and I only get a little way into the bag and I start to pass out. Of course, they tell me to relax, that I'm getting worked up. Of course I'm getting worked up. I see the black creeping from the sides of my eyes. They say "don't look at the blood coming out of your arm." I could care less about the blood coming out of my arm. It's not psycosomatic. Refer to the last bullet point. I don't know what it is, if it's blood sugar or red blood cell count or what, but I get lightheaded and then I pass out when blood is taken from me.

So, last blood test, I'm sitting there, and she ties the tourniquet thing around my arm and stick me with the needle. No problem. The first test tube fills up and she sticks on the second one. I start to feel something funny with the tourniquet, like it is moving. I look down at it, and it looks like it is coming undone.

Me: I think there is something wrong with the tourniquet.
Her: There is nothing wrong with the tourniquet.
Me: No, really, it feels like it is moving on my arm.
Her: You need to relax. Everything is fine.
Me: No, I think it's coming undone.

So what do you know; the tourniquet pops off. The blood stops flowing into the test tube.

Her: The blood stopped flowing.
Me: That's because the tourniquet is off.
Her: No it's...*looks at tourniquet* Oh.

So, I got the second test tube half filled up and they had to discard it. She tapped into my other arm to fill the rest of them, but now in addition to all the blood they had to take, I had to give extra because she wouldn't listen to me.

I was queasy and lightheaded for hours afterwards.

Thankfully, this time there were no incidents. She took the blood and I went on my merry way. I just got it taken Friday, so I think it is too soon to call the office for my results. I just really hope it comes back normal because I don't like the idea of an amnio.

In other news, we moved into the new house. We're sleeping in the baby's room since our room is getting redone.

The baby is kicking a little. I feel little pushes. S/he was going crazy Thursday when we closed because I was all riled up, so I think s/he got all riled up and beat the crap out of the inside of my uterus. But it's kinda cool being able to feel the kicks. It makes me happy. For now. Until s/he can reach my hip or bladder or something.

Posted by Terri at 11:00 AM | Comments (0)