Grumpy Pregnant Lady

That's what I am. Please avoid me if you know what's good for you.

Pickles and Ice Cream

Tonight I made myself a milkshake. Then I cleaned up the kitchen. While cleaning I saw a jar of pickles and thought, "Damn, a pickle sounds good," so I ate one.

Then I realized that without any attempt at irony, I had eaten pickles and ice cream.

Not Really Tax-Free Weekend

I decided to stick it to the state government and avoid taxes on diapers. $500 in diapers and wipes is not that many boxes. It was also really weird buying diapers for a little baby again.

Upon arriving home, Dave informed me that we owe another $3600 in Federal income taxes.

$60 in taxes does not stick it to someone as well as $3600 in taxes. FYI.

Crappy Photo Double-take

The photo the stupid nurse took the other day of TBD is bad (TBD is dissected), but I realized that it's probably the only photo I'm going to have of TBD's twin who didn't make it. The sack's empty now, but you can see it on the right/bottom of TBD's gestational sack. It's considerably smaller then when I first saw TBD on July 31. At that time, the sacks were almost the same size...of course TBD has also grown. 2 cm baby!



Today was the most nauseous I've been. I almost puked, but I didn't. I wish I would puke, I'd feel better and I'd probably lose a few pounds.

Motion Sickness

I never had motion sickness in my life, until I got pregnant with Violet. Since then, it hasn't stopped. It's infrequent, but it comes on like a linebacker. It takes about five seconds for me to get motion sick and 30 minutes to an hour to recover.

Being pregnant again has made it worse/more frequent.

Tonight we took Violet to dinner at "The Aquarium" in Houston, because they had a special menu for Houston Restaurant Week. Cute outing, money goes to charity, sweet idea, right?

WRONG.

If you're dealing with motion sickness, it is a bad idea to be in a dark room that's full of thick glass aquarium walls, because that glass distorts everything and makes you sicker than a dog. And we didn't even order off the charity menu.

The company was nice though...and they picked up the tab. Too bad I was too barfy feeling to order dessert.

And yeah, I just whined about going out to a nice dinner where someone else paid. I'm going to bed now.

The Regular OB

Here's where reality sets in and I start to whine about how much better the care is when you're a fertility patient.

TBD and I saw the regular OB today, except, we didn’t really. My doctor is now so popular that I didn’t actually get to see her. Instead I got to see her incompetent nurse practitioner and medical assistant.

After filling out a form in which I listed my age, family illnesses, etc, both the nurse practitioner and medical assistant asked me the same questions (seperately) that I had just answered – even though my written answers were sitting in front of their faces.

And they weren’t asking to double check my answers, no, they were asking because they didn’t bother to read it…which was evident when I said, “These answers are all on the form I just filled out.”

NURSE PRACTITIONER: “No they’re not. Oh, wait. I’ve got what I need here.”

No doy. I just told you that.

Then I was told to strip from the waist down, to which I said, “Are you sure? I think you’re going to need to scan me in the other part of the office.”

MEDICAL ASSISTANT: “No, you’ll be examined here.”

As a fertility patient, this is one of the annoying parts of the whole process. See, when you go to the doctor all the time, you know what’s what and what’s wrong. So, when my nurse practitioner came back in the room, she confirmed that I did indeed need to get dressed so we could go to the other part of the office for my scan.

Why don’t people just listen to me? I’m pretty much always right.

During my scan I was told that their equipment doesn’t let you hear the baby’s heart beat. Whatever, I’ve heard it on the exact machine where I was told this lie.

They gave me a picture of TBD. It’s pretty stupid though, because she left the measurement line on for the photo, so it looks like poor TBD is being dissected.

God I hate that nurse practitioner. She even had the audacity to say, “It’s nice to meet you,” twice (upon arrival and departure). Too bad she’s met me like a billion other times.

I love my OB, but it sucks that everyone else does. I really don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can endure this horrible service for eight more months, but my OB also saved Violet’s life and that goes a long way.

To make things worse, on my drive home, the person driving in front of me stopped their car in the middle of the road so they could give a homeless person change. They almost caused a six-car wreck to give a homeless person change.

If I could live on a sparsely populated island with my family, a few friends and my fertility doctor, I would.

Prego Workout and Good Vag

I decided that I can work on my fatigue by exercising more. Months of excessive tiredness are getting old (this pre-dates getting PG).

During yesterday's appointment, I made sure it was OK with my doctor and today I walked on a treadmill, on granny-speed, for almost an hour.

And you know what? I feel great right now. This is the least tired I've felt in months.

Speaking of my doctor, I said good-bye to her yesterday. As of tomorrow, I'm off to the regular OB. It was weird saying bye to my doctor, because she's been my doctor for so long -- probably longer than any other doctor in my life.

I've been going through fertility treatments on and off for three years, but I've gone to my fertility doctor as a way of "treating" my PCOS for almost seven years. Since we now know that I have PCOS and insulin-regulation medicines keep things in check, I don't need to go to her anymore.

She gave me a hard time saying, "What, you're not going to try for #3? Why are you laughing? I have three kids."

Thanks, but no thanks. If I have a choice, I will never elect to give myself another shot in the stomach (given all goes well with TBD).

When I said good-bye she said, "Even though you don't need to see me as a doctor, we could hang out and see each other in a social capacity." It was sweet, I might take her up on it and it made me think "I must have a pretty well-kept vaginal area for her to think I'm OK enough to be friends with."

This may be false-logic, but it's what I'm taking from the situation.

TBD's 8-week Check Up

Went to the doctor today. TBD is measuring 8 weeks, 3 days old, or almost 2 cm in length. Heartbeat was good and little TBD was dancing around.

Here is TBD (good luck making things out).



While I was at the doctor, I had some bleeding that would have freaked me out, had I not been at the doctor's office. It turns out that I was pregnant with twins and my body is trying to eliminate the second pregnancy (really just the gestational sack at this point).

I told my doctor that I've been more tired than I've ever been in my life. She said that should be expected when your body is trying to get rid of one thing while keeping another. Whatever, I'm just tired.

Bad Idea: Grocery Store

It's bad enough going to the grocery store when you're hungry. Hungry and pregnant...forget about it. Veering off my list, the following items were purchased because I wanted to eat them ASAP.

• Cocoa Pebbles


• Cocoa Puffs


• Chocolate ice cream


• Chocolate chips - milk chocolate


• Three (3) boxes of brownie mix (Two supreme fudge, one original fudge)


• Rice pudding

I think it's safe to say that I'm craving chocolate. I did with V too.

Weird Aversion

Yesterday I had my first serious aversion to a smell. That smell was chocolate chip cookies baking. Who hates that?

Apparently, right now, I do. It made me gag.

Oh and I cried while watching "Confessions of a Shop-a-holic" on my flight yesterday. If you haven't seen this piece of crap movie, know that there's not one tear-worthy second in it.

I am possessed. Embarrassing.

Delayed Joy

We found out on Friday that TBD is a singleton. TBD was most likely a twin, but the twin didn't make it. I currently have two gestational sacks, but the second one is empty.

So, in other words, "Hooray."

TBD had a strong heart beat -- only one more week to go with a heart beat before his/her chances of making it through the first trimester are 95%. My next ultrasound is on August 10.

I'll post the photos one day when I stop being so lazy. I'm so tired right now. I go to sleep with Violet at 8:30 - 9:30, then I wake up anywhere from 5 AM - 8 AM.

And the dreams...the pregnancy dreams have begun. Every night it's disturbingly weird dreams. The night before last, my Grandparents (all of them) were trying to kill me.

This might not actually be that far from the truth.