So I had my ultrasound (pic in previous post) and just had my follow up appointment today, three weeks later.
I wasn't panicked because I saw my baby, and heard the heartbeat.. so as far as I care, everything is good.
Today, I found out that people can just change your due date all willy nilly! I'm now due November 30th...( getting closer and closer to my neice's birthday.. my sister will be thrilled!)
I thought that once you had a due date, that was it, but I was mistaken. People can just say "newp! it's too small, our estimate was wrong" well bah.
Now at least, some things are explained. I didn't test positive until a week later than I should have. I got sick at 8 weeks, not 6 like most people (but it was actually 6 weeks). Yay! here's hoping that this means I'm not SOL and will stop being so nauseas soon.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Month #4
So I'm 14 weeks and 3 days in. This is the first time that I didn't come home from work and immediately lay down and pray that the nausea would subside.
Starting exactly at week 8, I got violently ill. I had burst blood vessels in my face and eyes and thought for sure I had poisoned myself and would shortly die.
Unfortunately, I did not.. and was left to endure what some sick sadistic bastard had (sooooo inaccurately) named "morning sickness". "morning" sickness?! MORNING?!?!! all fucking day sickness. It never stopped, I vomited as soon as I woke up in the morning, on my way to work, at work, a few times on my way home, and then sat on or near the toilet. This lasted about two weeks before my sister ( I LOVE HER) told me about diclectin. I called my doctor in tears and it was that simple, she called in a prescription and My husband and I went to get it (read: he went and got it while I sat in the car with my head in a bucket.)
I took a pill immediately and hoped that it would help.
after a few days, a miracle happened. I woke up and just lay there. *angels singing*. did you hear that?! I JUST LAY THERE. I didn't run to the bathroom, I didn't throw myself violently over the side of the bed to vomit in a bucket.. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, scared to breathe or move and incur the wrath of the sickness.
Then, I got up! o. m. g. I stood, and DIDN'T VOMIT. I don't know how to express my amazement fully. I had woken up, and then lay there.. then, I stood up, ALL WITHOUT VOMITING. a freakin miracle!
So my little pills of ecstasy ,stamped with a preggo lady were all I needed to survive.
Shortly after that, I vomited.. but hell, I went *at least* half and hour with my insides INSIDE!
Since then, I've been pretty sick, I vomit once daily, and the rest is just a nausea that won't really quit, but it's nothing like that first two weeks where I was convinced that the next time I threw up, there would be an organ or two floating in the toilet.
now, all I have to do is look at this, and it all seems worth it.. but I'm sure as hell gonna point out how rough this kid made my life when he/she won't clean their damn room.
Starting exactly at week 8, I got violently ill. I had burst blood vessels in my face and eyes and thought for sure I had poisoned myself and would shortly die.
Unfortunately, I did not.. and was left to endure what some sick sadistic bastard had (sooooo inaccurately) named "morning sickness". "morning" sickness?! MORNING?!?!! all fucking day sickness. It never stopped, I vomited as soon as I woke up in the morning, on my way to work, at work, a few times on my way home, and then sat on or near the toilet. This lasted about two weeks before my sister ( I LOVE HER) told me about diclectin. I called my doctor in tears and it was that simple, she called in a prescription and My husband and I went to get it (read: he went and got it while I sat in the car with my head in a bucket.)
I took a pill immediately and hoped that it would help.
after a few days, a miracle happened. I woke up and just lay there. *angels singing*. did you hear that?! I JUST LAY THERE. I didn't run to the bathroom, I didn't throw myself violently over the side of the bed to vomit in a bucket.. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, scared to breathe or move and incur the wrath of the sickness.
Then, I got up! o. m. g. I stood, and DIDN'T VOMIT. I don't know how to express my amazement fully. I had woken up, and then lay there.. then, I stood up, ALL WITHOUT VOMITING. a freakin miracle!
So my little pills of ecstasy ,stamped with a preggo lady were all I needed to survive.
Shortly after that, I vomited.. but hell, I went *at least* half and hour with my insides INSIDE!
Since then, I've been pretty sick, I vomit once daily, and the rest is just a nausea that won't really quit, but it's nothing like that first two weeks where I was convinced that the next time I threw up, there would be an organ or two floating in the toilet.
now, all I have to do is look at this, and it all seems worth it.. but I'm sure as hell gonna point out how rough this kid made my life when he/she won't clean their damn room.
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