Category Archives: Knocked Up
Pack your bags! We’re going on a guilt trip!
Pack your bags! We're going on a guilt trip!
I didn’t know how I was going to deal with seeing my dead fetus on the ultrasound. Just seeing the Dr walk in and set down a brown prescription bottle brought tears to my eyes.
The Dr showed me the dark space along the side of the sac. “That’s blood. Not much though. Your body hasn’t quite caught one yet.” She measured and the little blueberry still measured 6 weeks 6 days. She said that my HCG did go up, but not nearly enough.
Filed under Knocked Up, Trying To Breed
I’ve become a statistic. Again.
I didn't know I was pregnant
I ended up 7 week update with the line…
“Maybe those girls on I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant are telling the truth. Or? Maybe we won’t see anything at next weeks ultrasound. I’m equally prepared for both situations.”
The girls on I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant are dirty liars. I guess I knew, in my gut, that there was something wrong. The symptoms were there… but only sorta. They certainly weren’t getting stronger. They were just… there. I’d have bad days, then days where I felt totally normal. And I guess I knew that, for me? At 8 weeks pregnant? That was not how I should feel.
My 8 week ultrasound showed an abnormal sac with a 7 week fetus in it. No heartbeat. I did a blood draw today and will do another one Wednesday to make certain, but the OB said I should plan on seeing her on Friday if I’ve not started bleeding and that she will give me pills to help start the process.
Filed under Knocked Up
Week 7. The Blueberry.
A Perfect Blueberry
Supposedly that’s what I have growing in my uterus. Having not seen it for a week now, I’m a bit skeptical. I just don’t feel pregnant. I certainly don’t feel NOT pregnant either. I just feel… weird.
With Monkey, I was on a much higher done of progesterone and I was on estrogen. He was a fresh cycle, and I had over 20 eggs retrieved and was fat, bloated and sick pretty much from day one. There was never any doubt that I was pregnant. If I wasn’t actively eating, I was fetal position on the bathroom floor.
There was also fear of miscarriage as it hadn’t yet happened to me.
This time I’m fine. A little too fine for comfort. I really wish I could just start each morning with a good heave and know that things were moving forward. Instead my symptoms are slight and noncommittal.
Filed under Knocked Up
Usually I love roller coasters
The Empty Sac
I’m a start up widow. My husband has been working on starting a company for the past year and about six weeks ago it took off. In that six weeks we have had three big important out of town weddings, a huge family reunion, a trip to Disneyland, Monkey fell and broke his collarbone, the frozen embryos transfer and the Mr has taken two week long work trips to NYC. He was in fact, gone when I did the FET. My mom, who is usually just 45 minutes away has been frantically getting her small urban farm ready so she can leave town for a month. She’s now gone.
I could go into more detail about house remodels and my own work, but I think you get the point. No rest for the wicked and I am obviously VERY wicked.
Filed under Knocked Up
Sleepy.
zzzzzzzzzzz........
Just a quick note to update my blog and say thank you for all the well wishes. Even though I had nice strong beta’s, I’m so very tempted to POAS pretty much every day to see if it still says positive. I feel good. Aside from the occasional indigestion, a little too good. Yesterday I finally had a bit of morning sickness, but not bad. My appetite has been huge – but it’s hard to say if that’s a symptom, or my positive beta is just an excuse. I’m a good eater. The only real symptom I’ve had is the sleepies. I feel like I have been dosed. Like Dorothy in the Field of Poppies.
And to celebrate this side effect, Monkey has refused to nap.
Awesome. I keep dozing off on the couch and waking up to him lovingly staring at me. Then poking a finger in my eye.
One fun side effect of being sleep deprived is that I’m incredibly clumsy. I type this with no less then two bandaids on my person.
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
Second Beta
Surprised Granny
386. 16dpo. Yeah. Definitely preggers.
For now.
Holy. Crap.
Filed under Knocked Up
Abusive Sperm Donors Suck
Me. 17 and 34 weeks pregnant with my 2nd. No, it wasn't twins. I was just HUGE.
I met my ex-husband when I was a 15 year old living on the streets. I wasn’t looking for trouble, but being a scrawny runaway with huge boobs and low self esteem, trouble seemed to be my tour guide.
It was like I had Jiminy Crickets slightly demented cousin on my shoulder. You know, they one they never talk about ’cause he’s not been right since someone stepped on his head? (Why sure you should get in the car with those boys. After all, one of them remembers seeing your friend at a party a couple weeks ago so they TOTALLY know each other. And besides -THEY HAVE A CAR! Totally safe.)
Oh. And they had drugs and beer. So yeah. How could I turn that down?
And surPRISE surPRISE surPRISE! I ended up pregnant. Almost immediately. I was freaky fertile.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
My Fair Ladies
Boobies + Cupcakes = WIN!
No other body part on either men or women have such high expectations as the breasts. They provide life, mold our teenage years and create much of the first impression when ever we meet someone new. At least with the cock, you can hide it in your pants. Your relationship with it is strictly between the two of you, and occasionally, when you are lucky, someone special. Or, at least, someone willing. Breasts, on the other hand, are on display, inviting comments, and innuendo.
They are expected to be a certain size, not too small, not too big. A little droop, but not too much. Nipples should be there, just a hint, nothing sticking out too far! EVERYONE has an opinion about them. Give them half a chance and they will tell you.
A girl can decide to make them bigger, or smaller though surgery and, more opinions about your body will be given to you completely unsolicited, sometimes from perfect strangers.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
Tick Tok Tick Tok
As we all know, the waiting is the hardest part. (Followed in second place by the first time I had to get the 1.5 inch needle filled with progesterone in oil, jammed in my hip) but it’s one thing to know that theoretically….
It’s another to be sitting on the couch, so large your can’t move, so oddly shaped you can no longer get comfortable, forced to do nothing but wait. And wonder. Another hour? Day? Week? Was that a real contraction? Is the baby still moving enough? What can I eat now? Will my brain really rot is watch another movie? What if it’s the Sex in the City movie?
Last week when I went for my check up, I was dilated to 2, baby was at -2 station, but my cervics was still long. My midwife suggested I might not make it till my next appointment. My next appointment is tomorrow. *sigh* Maybe I will hit 3/6/09.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
