Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Jane Says {Insert Wretching Sound Here}

It's been a horrible few weeks, ya'll.

I have been sick. Hellishly sick. The sick that overtakes you, that makes you want to curl up in a ball and pray for death.

And I haven't been sleeping. I wake up at the same time every night and try to find a happy memory to ease my mind back into a nice, comfortable sleep. I usually can trick my mind with the warm waters of Maui, the whale watching in Maine, the crazy goats with no ears in Whidbey Island. Sometimes I can't. And then I am forced to let the pain and the nausea win.

Add to all that that the girl was stomach buggy this past week, and we were cleaning up vomit and poop for 5 days straight and some serious feelings of despair overcame me. I felt like I was drowning, and I was tired of swimming and fighting. This is my 3rd time to bat, and I have never felt like this before.

I finally went and googled the side effects of progesterone supplementation and lo and behold--it's thought to 'exacerbate' the symptoms of pregnancy.

I had my regular appointment today, and I mentioned all this to the OB. I was even more disheartened when he said that I was going to stay on supplementation until 16 weeks (because he wants to assure the placenta has totally taken over the production). So, he prescribed a med for the nausea to help take the edge off.

I go for genetic testing on Friday. D-day. Praying it all goes well....

Monday, April 4, 2011

Grapes of Wrath

The doctor walked in after the initial 30 minute meeting with the pregnant nurse.

While I was waiting (over an hour) in the waiting room, I saw two infants, two about to pop women, 2 very menopausal women, and 2 women looking terrified sitting next to their boyfriends??? It was nice to see a variety of women. I was stuck somewhere in the pregnant and terrified.

The nurse was sweet, but I did have to resort to a bit of sock puppetry to explain the past and current situation. She seemed to get it, and I was a bit sad to see that my tale scared the bejesus out of her. She confided in me that she had already had a ruptured ectopic, and two early miscarriages. She was currently 24 weeks. I didn't want to tell her that she could breathe easy. I think working in that office, she already knew the reality.

Dr. Mc was thin, older, and very nice. He had a Post-It note on him when he walked in.

It said "Trisomy 18" and "Early Bleeding"

After a lot of talking, mostly by me, he examined me and basically told me that he saw no bleeding and that my uterus felt 'about 8 weeks'. He kept me on the progesterone and agreed that I would be high risk and scheduled me with a perinatologist. That appointment is in 3 weeks.

So I am here. The blueberry is a grape this week. And it is still hurry up and wait.