Monthly Archives: July 2008
It’s ALIVVEEEE!!
My lil jellybean (11mm) is indeed still in there. With a heart beat (169). Alone.
Sorta. That other sac is still in there. The bleeding I experienced apparently wasn’t it moving out.
But do you know what HAS moved out? That’s right. I was lax in my live blogging, but the Activa indeed did work. I TOTALLY recommend it to all you nice ladies. Two a day even.
Filed under Knocked Up
Off to Ultrasound #2 in Moments…
CHILL PILL PLEASE!
But only if I can stop eating long enough to drive there. Seriously. I do not understand how something the size of a kidney bean can make me soo hungry.
Mmmm… beans….
I, of course, am worried about a million things, some justified, like, no heartbeat, some, not so justified, like the Dr. sticking the wand inside me and exclaiming, “No! Look! We were wrong! There are 16 of them! It’s like a uterus full of seahorses!”
Why is it when you are at the point in your life when you could use a glass or three of wine to calm the nerves, that it’s expressly forbidden. Well, and the smell makes me wanna gag. Still! A chill pill! I would love a chill pill! I NEED a chill pill! I still have some vicoden from my dental surgery in the medicine chest (next to the prenatel pills) taunting me, and now I look at them and think “Why The Hell Did I NOT enjoy those When I Could Have?”
Filed under Knocked Up
Who says I’m not interested in sex?!
As long as I got a good night sleep, and have made it past the morning sickness by eating at least twice and napping at least once, like… after 2 pm. Or 3 pm even. And as long as I haven’t had any obligations other then watching tv, napping, eating and PERHAPS, walking the dog, and as long as I haven’t smelled anything too stinky, and as long as I haven’t accidentally read anything about a miscarriage…
And as long as it’s not too late. Like, earlier then 7pm. 6pm even.
And as long as there is no jiggling, shaking, smells or sudden movements.
Then I’m TOTALLY interested in sex!
8 weeks down. 4 weeks till the second trimester and the last taste of normal I will see for the next 18 years.
Not that my life so far has been … “normal.”
Anyway… off to the spanking factory to dress up some stranger in a frilly pink sissy dress, humiliate, degrade and beat them while trying not to barf.
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
At least I only sell my body… my soul is mine to keep.
Souls for Sale
This past weekend one of the many social obligations we had was a late night party for DaddyO’s work. I’ve been to many over the years and know a lot of people who work there. Generally I grab a drink, try to play the role of the good wife, ignore the stares from the Boys Club who all know what I do for a living because they surf the web constantly looking for sex and socialize with the wives and the two women who work at the company. Fun Fun! This time, I was feeling sleepy and a little barfy so, I stayed in the background and watched the social games in action.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
Progesterone poisoning leads to major constipation. Hilarity ensues.
Marbles
OK. This is getting a little kookoo. I’m 7 weeks pregnant and I can barely fit in my pants. Why? Because my ass is completely bruised and swollen from all the PIO shots. Each one seems to swell a little more. Bruise a little more. About now I feel like I have twin ectopic pregnancies on my ass.
Then? There is the ACTUAL pregnancy. I’m sure that lil blueberry has a LOT to do with my pants being tight.
Finally? And most importantly? I still can not poop. Even though I can not eat anything other the the fabled P-fruits (the pitted fruits that are supposed to make you poop) and vegetables covered in vinager. Don’t vegetables have fiber? Doesn’t fiber make you poop? And I’ve been drinking prune and pineapple juice which does at least make the marbles come. But I can tell, since I just ate the entire produce department at Lucky’s, that three small marbles? Just the tip of the preverbial poop iceburg. I increased the prune juice, but that just gave me stomach cramps and killer gas.
Filed under Knocked Up
Vanishing Twin. Gone.
The Dr said I would bleed a bit when the larger of the empty sacs finally vacated … and that happened this morning. Even though it was expected, it was still a little sad. Now off to spend the day with friends who don’t know I’m pregnant and try to think of other things to talk about.
I’m sure I used to think about something other then being/ getting knocked up, but right now, I’m having a hard time thinking about what it was…
Filed under Knocked Up
Power Through This!
We have a ton of social obligations this weekend and I’m trying to make it through them all, however, at the 3rd of 4th this evening I’m standing in a bar, talking to friends, up past my new progesterone inspired bedtime, when the smell of all the booze, and the food and the people and the crowd and the standing in the heels, suddenly I feel like I’m going to pass out.
Or throw up.
Or perhaps, for the most effect on the friends I’m with who I’ve not seen in ages, both. At the same time.
One friend who knows my situation hunts down the one chair in the place and we park me within dodging distance of the bathroom AND a trash can. That helps as long as there are people there to distract me, but an hour later they’re all heading out to the next party. I spy my drunken, completely charming husband standing, perhaps wobbling even, with his back to me through 15 feet of stinky drunken crowd.
Filed under Knocked Up
In an attempt to embrace this whole change…
I have ordered a Prenatel Pilates DVD. By the time I wake up next, it should be here.
3-5 business days.
Hopefully by that time I won’t feel a little bit maybe possibly pregnant. Nor, a little bit possibly evicted. Our landlord STILL, coming up on three weeks later, has not served us with our formal eviction notice.
In other, dungeon related news, how do creepy clients know when I really, seriously do NOT want to deal with their guilt ridden craziness, and take that time to crawl out from under what ever rock they have been burying that part of their persona and ask for an appointment.
Seriously. The worm who in real life is a well respected professor at a large big name college, yet, craves to be humiliated in the most horrible ways. THIS in itself is not a problem. The thesis length emails he writes about what he wants from a session and the last minute cancellations caused by his guilt? THAT is a problem.
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
22, 15, 10, 3, 2, 1
I Haz Cheeze
The cheese stands alone.
22 follicles matured
15 eggs retrieved
10 eggs fertilized
3 eggs grew
and finally,
1 heartbeat.
There was actually three sacs, but only one had a fetal pole and heartbeat.
After that the conversation as DaddyO heard it went something like…
“Everything looks great! We’ll see you in two weeks for another ultrasound.”
After that the conversation as *I* heard it went something like….
“Everything looks as good as could be expected. Things happen in the 7th and 8th week though. It might not have kidneys or a liver and you could miscarry. Don’t get your hopes up Lady.”
*sigh*
I was completely looking forward to having one less thing to worry about, but apparently, I’m not wired that way. I’m gonna fret no matter what. When did I stop being the fly by the seat of my pants goth/punk chick who graduated college with honors and decided to stick it to the man, travel the world and become a Dominatrix, and become The Fretter?
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
