This past week I got sick with a cold. Oh my goodness...being sick WHILE being pregnant??? Hardly seems fair. I was so sneezy and coughy (which is really annoying when pregnant thanks to some of the other bodily functions that are affected). One day, I sneezed so much, my poor already-not-normal-because-they've-been-stretched abs just ached. I've already been dealing with some minor congestion for about the last month mainly evidenced by being able to heart my heartbeat in my right ear sometimes (don't worry - my doctor says it's nothing to be concerned about). This cold kicked up the congestion to new levels which ended up bring back some of the earlier pregnancy fun with early morning throwing up and some nighttime nausea. Plus I was even more tired than I usually am. Thank goodness I am now on the tail end of the cold.
I had my monthly Dr's visit on Monday. I had to drink the super sweet orange glucose drink before the visit so that they could test my blood and make sure I don't have gestational diabetes. So there was that fun and then when the nurse was trying to listen to the heartbeat, she couldn't find it. I thought I might have heard it for a nanosecond but certainly nothing obvious. So the nurse is like "I heard it a little bit. Have you felt him move today?" I said that I had felt him. She said she'd just have the doctor listen for the heartbeat when she came in. She's trying to make it no big deal but inside I'm thinking, we found the heartbeat just fine last time and he's bigger this time so why can't she find his heartbeat easily??? This is just torture for a pregnant woman (or at least for me)! So here I am, left alone in the room, hoping everything is okay with the baby. I am trying not to worry...reassuring myself that I HAVE felt him move today and silently begging him to move again so I know he's okay. TORTURE. It's almost like, "lady - just keep trying...I don't care how long you have to move that Doppler over my belly but keep going until you clearly hear his heartbeat. Don't give up and leave me hanging here." This same thing happened a few visits ago where the nurse couldn't find the heartbeat and left it up to the doctor when she finally got in there. I DON'T LIKE IT. But anyway, so there I waited and the baby eventually moved around so I felt better. The doctor found his heartbeat just fine and everything is good. I just don't enjoy moments like that where I worry that everything is okay. I worry enough when I'm at home. I don't want to have to worry in a doctor's office where I feel like it should be easy and quick to determine everything is okay.
Today my doctor called and said I passed my test and my blood work looked good so YEAH for that!
I've been in meetings at work for the last couple days and sitting in a chair listening to speakers for hours is not as comfortable as it used to be. :)
I love how I look. Not so much the belly thing but it is nice to be able to wear clothes that might show my belly versus trying to hide my chubby belly. Mainly what I am talking about is my face and hair. It's not that I can see a major change but for some reason, I'm happy with how I look in most pictures and normally that's not the case. I'm happy when I look in the mirror. Maybe it's the "pregnancy glow" although I don't see a "glow" but I have had a couple compliments on my skin. As I am thinking about how to describe it, I think that acceptance is the best word. It's not like I can do anything about being pregnant and it's not going to go away anytime soon so I think I am more accepting of what is me, all of it, instead of critiquing. I like this part.
Other mini-updates:
- The thought of eating big pieces of chicken/meat still isn't appealing to me.
- I am still happiest with fruit and try to take strawberries or grapes to work to snack on during the day.
- Bending over to put my socks on or buckle up sandals is a pain not to mention shaving my legs or putting lotion on them.
- Belly seems to be getting rounder however I get comments more on how large my boobs are before I get comments on my belly (seriously, people?!).
- I have a headache nearly everyday however they aren't bad enough to take any Tylenol.
- Have had some small heartburn episodes a few times when laying down to bed but again nothing too bad.
- I notice the baby moving most in the later evening between like 9 - 11:30 pm when I'm hanging out on the couch watching tv/being on the computer or laying in bed reading.
- Peter is still a fantastic support and will do sweet things like bend down in the kitchen to grab the one piece of corn that fell off my pizza and rolled into the corner so I don't have to. It's a small silly thing but in that moment, I'm crazy grateful that I don't have to bend down to look for where it went, get myself down far enough to pick it up, and then get back up again. :)
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