Sunday, March 28, 2010
So stick a needle in me I am done! Urpies, needles, no poopy doo's oh my!
Let me just start this off by saying this is what I wanted. No matter what I might say or how I might sound, we did and do want this pregnancy. I just was not prepared for all that comes with that first 12 weeks.
My Dr had me going in for labs once a week. We thought maybe levels weren't where we wanted them to be. So a few blown veins later and some prescriptions for hormones, we were back on the right road to growing a piece of... rice?
Fist ultrasound was exciting. I just wanted to have one healthy heartbeat. The night before I dreamed I looked at the ultra sound monitor to find a liter of kittens in my belly. I was relieved to see a little flutter of life on the screen. The tech let us know we were almost 7 weeks along. The baby was the size of a peice of rice.
How in Gods green earth could something the size of a piece of rice make me so sick, tired and emotional! I kept Keebler's crackers stock soaring for weeks to come. All for a piece of rice, that soon will turn to a large kidney bean. I wish they would find a different description of the size of my little tadpole. I eliminated a few things from my diet during this time. Rice, sunflower seeds, kidney beans, and grapes.
I couldn't sleep well, go number deuce, or move around without feeling like I was going to toss my Keebler's. In the mean time it was killing me not to scream our news to everyone. I'm not good at hiding things, so I just kinda hid. I stayed away form most social stuff, it was too hard being around drinking and loud music when I was feeling so wakeful and I couldn't partake in the late night festivities. I explain it like this: Imagine not eating for awhile, being kinda hungry and then sitting down at a great restaurant to watch everyone else eat and talk about eating for 6 hrs at a time. Not fun. Mamma not likey not being able to sip wine too :(
*Note* Not all will be so long and detailed in the future blogs. There is just so much to fill people in and so many people to tell that this keeps me from having to be a broken record. Bear with me people.
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