We had a great weekend. Avery continued wanting to sleep in, which doesn't bode well for tomorrow morning, since we need to get up and get moving a bit earlier than we did for our previous care plans. I did get her down for bed a bit early tonight, so that should help some. I feel like I am taking her for her first day of school tomorrow. I know I'll survive the change, but I need to get through the first day or two to settle myself.
She also enjoyed her bath again tonight! Lately baths = tears. I'm glad she was laughing and splashing again with only a few tears when her hair was getting rinsed.
We're also starting to fight a little bit of diaper rash again. She's had her finger in her mouth a good bit so maybe a tooth is pushing upward, but I cannot see anything just yet.
I decided the other day I needed to start an inventory of Avery's words, signs, and the things she clearly understands. I was trying to get a real grasp of where she was. Here's where we are, I have to say, I am quite impressed with her - once again.
Words:
Mama
Daddy
Baby
Gigi - dog?
Saffy
Neen
Elmo
Eat
Up
Please
Thank you
Huh-uh - no
Apple
I love you
Moo (for cow)
Oops
Uh-oh
All done
Sock
Help
Shoe
Bubble
Signs:
Eat
Drink
Water
Milk
Please
Thank you
Cookie
I love you
Finished
More
Other things she understands:
Shapes in the shape sorter - if she gets the wrong one she shakes her head no
Sheepie
Book
Waves hi/bye
Holds phone to ear
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Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 20, 2019
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
That's a wrap
Avery's second Christmas is in the books. Along with that were a lot of miles on the road and a whole pile of presents. She may not have liked Santa very much in person, but she was starting to figure out how to unwrap presents. Some of her favorites so far include an Elmo doll from Aunt Jackie, a new travel shape sorter from Aunt Karla and Uncle Carl, some bath toys and a coloring tablet from Mummy and Daddy, and a beautiful rocking pony from Aunt Bethany. She isn't enamored with the pony when it's making noises just yet, but she does like rocking on it. Santa did a pretty good job with Little People toys too.
I'm very proud of her. She's also doing a decent job signing "thank you"! It sounds like she's also saying "Please" and a few other things like "uh-uh" (as in no).
There was so much running and activity that Avery slept in an extra hour 3 out of 5 days through this extra long weekend. My extra time with her was my favorite gift this holiday. I love her bunches.
I'm very proud of her. She's also doing a decent job signing "thank you"! It sounds like she's also saying "Please" and a few other things like "uh-uh" (as in no).
There was so much running and activity that Avery slept in an extra hour 3 out of 5 days through this extra long weekend. My extra time with her was my favorite gift this holiday. I love her bunches.
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
My world is spinning
Avery now will spin in circles on her own, giggling and having a grand old time. She also is making the first attempts to jump on her own. It's pretty cute to see her put her all into it and barely bouncing. Half the time she then topples down onto her bum.
We continue to work on ASL. She'll tell you "more" when she's ready to eat and correct it to "eat/food" when you ask her if she wants to eat. If you ask if she wants a "drink" or "water" she is trying to make one of those signs, it kind of comes out a bit muddled. She also will babble while holding up her thumb and pointer finger (pinky isn't out yet) to respond when you say "I love you".
Word wise puppy is starting to sound more like what she's saying at times, but Saffy still gets a "Gigi" She'll also stand there babbling while looking at a book. I'm sure she is trying to tell me something, but it isn't coming across just yet.
We're still fighting on many foods, but we did have some success with pieces of spaghetti and meatballs last night. She also seems to enjoy gnawing on a pretzel stick on her own. The pieces of fruit continue to go in, get chomped on a little and get spit out. I tried to get her to take bites off of a banana this weekend but they too kept coming back out, until I started putting a hunk of banana on a spoon w/ a bit of pb.
We continue to work on ASL. She'll tell you "more" when she's ready to eat and correct it to "eat/food" when you ask her if she wants to eat. If you ask if she wants a "drink" or "water" she is trying to make one of those signs, it kind of comes out a bit muddled. She also will babble while holding up her thumb and pointer finger (pinky isn't out yet) to respond when you say "I love you".
Word wise puppy is starting to sound more like what she's saying at times, but Saffy still gets a "Gigi" She'll also stand there babbling while looking at a book. I'm sure she is trying to tell me something, but it isn't coming across just yet.
We're still fighting on many foods, but we did have some success with pieces of spaghetti and meatballs last night. She also seems to enjoy gnawing on a pretzel stick on her own. The pieces of fruit continue to go in, get chomped on a little and get spit out. I tried to get her to take bites off of a banana this weekend but they too kept coming back out, until I started putting a hunk of banana on a spoon w/ a bit of pb.
Thursday, October 25, 2018
Let's talk
Avery isn't saying too much that's clear. Just a breakthrough here and there that might be by chance (like the day it sounded like she said "Hi Neen" to Danika). But she is getting on board with her hands. We can now point to our belly and nose with success. Of course, the belly requires trying to lift up her shirt and sometimes the nose is moreso mouth.
She is also quite proficient at signing 'more', 'milk', and 'finished'. She has not however strung them together, nor has she distinguished that she needs to sign 'eat'. Instead she says 'more' even when she hasn't just had something, but I know what she's telling me. Instead of signing when she wants more of something she'll also make this distinct squawk, to which if I ask 'more?' she'll then sign.
She is also quite proficient at signing 'more', 'milk', and 'finished'. She has not however strung them together, nor has she distinguished that she needs to sign 'eat'. Instead she says 'more' even when she hasn't just had something, but I know what she's telling me. Instead of signing when she wants more of something she'll also make this distinct squawk, to which if I ask 'more?' she'll then sign.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Lighting up like a light bulb
It almost feels like you can see Avery progressing by leaps and bounds. Last night on the playmat she was very attentive, especially to the noises of the rattle. After I took her hand to push the rattle a couple of times she was able to connect a few times on her own. She woke today so very alert and full of smiles that I didn't need to coax from her. Then, when I put her in the swing she looked up expectantly waiting for the mobile to start going.
I know everyone thinks their kid is superior, but I know there is a bright light in this bulb!
I foolishly climbed on my scale with and without her last night. Sure, it only measures to the half a lb, but that's enough to see that we're still not forcing the scale past the 8 lb mark. It frustrates me so much and fills me with sadness. I've been taking fenugreek pills for a few days now in an effort to up my production and I'm not seeing a change, at least not yet.
I know everyone thinks their kid is superior, but I know there is a bright light in this bulb!
I foolishly climbed on my scale with and without her last night. Sure, it only measures to the half a lb, but that's enough to see that we're still not forcing the scale past the 8 lb mark. It frustrates me so much and fills me with sadness. I've been taking fenugreek pills for a few days now in an effort to up my production and I'm not seeing a change, at least not yet.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
The big show
Spoiler alert: I am back dating this post to the date and time all of
this started to happen. You can probably guess how it ended.
So the doctor had arrived by the time we got to pushing. I remember that they wanted me to try to push before I was fully dilated. At that point, they suggested some pitocin to finish my cervix out that last half centimeter or whatever. I had a hep lock in as my intention was to go no drugs (you'll note I have NOT mentioned pain medication to this point. I'm going to bring it up again because I'm hella proud) - so it was pretty easy to get that on. After the pitocin did it's job it was show time.
I'm told I pushed for about an hour and a half. Fact is, I don't understand how ANYONE with pain medication or feeling blocking medication could ever possibly push a child out. You have to be so aware of what you feel working, and even when you can feel it working it is very hard to get right back into that same feeling with the next round. It also helped to have the doctor placing fingers to give me an area to focus on. At some point they put oxygen on me and it gave me a moment of clarity in the midst of the mental avoidance of the pain where it hit me and I remember asking if they were worried about the baby.
That last little bit did indeed hurt like crazy. But then she was here, in this world. They placed her on me for a rather short period of time as she was grunting rather than crying and they wanted me to get a moment but they also wanted to take care of her. It seems like while she didn't poo before my water broke, she did somewhere between when it did and when she arrived so they had some concern there, although that wasn't necessarily the breathing thing.
It wasn't long at all before my placenta was out... I'll do the follow up comments here as it seems relevant: they later assessed the placenta and saw no cause for my bleeding in the week leading up (as in it was not deteriorating or starting to separate from my uterus, so it wasn't causing her to not get enough oxygen and create any other issues there).
After a little while with Daddy watching over her on the sidelines they took her away to the level 2 nursery. Return reports said that blood worked showed some of the white blood cells were elevated, so they started an IV, at which means she needed to stay in the level 2 nursery until that was removed. It also means she was receiving fluids, so she wouldn't be getting early early milk - a big disappointment to me. She remained there with both the IV and oxygen for the first twenty four hours. As the blood levels started to normalize we started bringing her pumped colostrum they were able to slowly bring the level of IV fluids down.
Once we were to a safe level she was returned to our room at 2am - 23 hours after her birth. They then were testing blood sugars, which seemed to be too low and lower each time a test was taken after each meal. So we had another slight worry on our minds. If it had gone any lower she would have needed to head back to the level 2 nursery. Fortunately, a secondary type of test showed things were okay and suddenly the in room test was starting to give better readings (thank the Lord).
All of this did still mean that she was not going to get released with me the next day (Saturday). Fortunately, the hospital gets it - and they allowed us to stay another night after I was discharged to room in with her. We also got lucky and the L&D department didn't get over run so we got to stay in the larger room the whole time. It was nice to have meals coming from the cafeteria and attentive care and guidance from the whole staff (nurses, peds, lactation consultant, and even the clean up and meal delivery folks) - truly, I appreciate what they did for us.
Other things that surprised me:
- You spend hours with a conscious exhale going on to breathe away the pain. Then you get to pushing and their expectations of you to hold your breath for 10 seconds x 3 feels like an absolute eternity.
- This shouldn't really surprise me, but - Good golly, having an oxygen mask, doing all of that breathing with your mouth open, and allowing a few screams (oh yes I did) out sure dries out your throat. I ended up asking them for losenges.
- Again, no pain drugs. I did it! This is the one thing I wanted so much as I do feel that one intervention leads to another. I had my doubts (and voiced them) even before we left the house with the doula.
- After the head came it felt like a limb, another limb, another limb, another limb... also came. Did I just give birth to an octopus?
To make the formal announcement:
Avery Violet joined us on Thursday, August 24 at 3:05am. She was 7 lbs, 15 1/2 oz, and 19". My good girl listened and waited to not be a Leo!
So the doctor had arrived by the time we got to pushing. I remember that they wanted me to try to push before I was fully dilated. At that point, they suggested some pitocin to finish my cervix out that last half centimeter or whatever. I had a hep lock in as my intention was to go no drugs (you'll note I have NOT mentioned pain medication to this point. I'm going to bring it up again because I'm hella proud) - so it was pretty easy to get that on. After the pitocin did it's job it was show time.
I'm told I pushed for about an hour and a half. Fact is, I don't understand how ANYONE with pain medication or feeling blocking medication could ever possibly push a child out. You have to be so aware of what you feel working, and even when you can feel it working it is very hard to get right back into that same feeling with the next round. It also helped to have the doctor placing fingers to give me an area to focus on. At some point they put oxygen on me and it gave me a moment of clarity in the midst of the mental avoidance of the pain where it hit me and I remember asking if they were worried about the baby.
That last little bit did indeed hurt like crazy. But then she was here, in this world. They placed her on me for a rather short period of time as she was grunting rather than crying and they wanted me to get a moment but they also wanted to take care of her. It seems like while she didn't poo before my water broke, she did somewhere between when it did and when she arrived so they had some concern there, although that wasn't necessarily the breathing thing.
It wasn't long at all before my placenta was out... I'll do the follow up comments here as it seems relevant: they later assessed the placenta and saw no cause for my bleeding in the week leading up (as in it was not deteriorating or starting to separate from my uterus, so it wasn't causing her to not get enough oxygen and create any other issues there).
After a little while with Daddy watching over her on the sidelines they took her away to the level 2 nursery. Return reports said that blood worked showed some of the white blood cells were elevated, so they started an IV, at which means she needed to stay in the level 2 nursery until that was removed. It also means she was receiving fluids, so she wouldn't be getting early early milk - a big disappointment to me. She remained there with both the IV and oxygen for the first twenty four hours. As the blood levels started to normalize we started bringing her pumped colostrum they were able to slowly bring the level of IV fluids down.
Once we were to a safe level she was returned to our room at 2am - 23 hours after her birth. They then were testing blood sugars, which seemed to be too low and lower each time a test was taken after each meal. So we had another slight worry on our minds. If it had gone any lower she would have needed to head back to the level 2 nursery. Fortunately, a secondary type of test showed things were okay and suddenly the in room test was starting to give better readings (thank the Lord).
All of this did still mean that she was not going to get released with me the next day (Saturday). Fortunately, the hospital gets it - and they allowed us to stay another night after I was discharged to room in with her. We also got lucky and the L&D department didn't get over run so we got to stay in the larger room the whole time. It was nice to have meals coming from the cafeteria and attentive care and guidance from the whole staff (nurses, peds, lactation consultant, and even the clean up and meal delivery folks) - truly, I appreciate what they did for us.
Other things that surprised me:
- You spend hours with a conscious exhale going on to breathe away the pain. Then you get to pushing and their expectations of you to hold your breath for 10 seconds x 3 feels like an absolute eternity.
- This shouldn't really surprise me, but - Good golly, having an oxygen mask, doing all of that breathing with your mouth open, and allowing a few screams (oh yes I did) out sure dries out your throat. I ended up asking them for losenges.
- Again, no pain drugs. I did it! This is the one thing I wanted so much as I do feel that one intervention leads to another. I had my doubts (and voiced them) even before we left the house with the doula.
- After the head came it felt like a limb, another limb, another limb, another limb... also came. Did I just give birth to an octopus?
To make the formal announcement:
Avery Violet joined us on Thursday, August 24 at 3:05am. She was 7 lbs, 15 1/2 oz, and 19". My good girl listened and waited to not be a Leo!
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Leading up to the big show
Spoiler alert: I am back dating this post to the date and time all of this started to happen. You can probably guess how it ended.
Around 2am the pain began. I couldn't get comfortable on either side as the cramps started. I kind of knew it my heart it was the start of labor - like I said in a previous post, I was looking for signs - but I had no clue how much so. While I couldn't sleep I sent a few messages on to my guy that made it sound like I felt something was definitely going on.
By 4am I turned to my back and managed to get comfortable and fell asleep. I was up with my alarm and at my work desk. All morning I could feel things going on but I was waiting it out to get confirmation at my noon doctor's appointment. My guy went into work briefly and then came this way to join me at the doctor's appointment (at his suggestion). I kind of thought I'd get to the doctor and she'd say congrats you're now 2cm. Imagine my surprise to learn I was at 4cm! She asked if I wanted to head to L&D as she was willing to send me and she thought for sure we'd see her on that day. This was definitely happening! We opted to go home and labor there as long as possible - and to get the girls to camp.
We were to have a meeting at my place w/ the doula this evening, so I guess she was coming either way. Later in the afternoon things were getting rather unpleasant and by the time she arrived I was already waffling if we should just meet her at the hospital or what. I'm not sure how long the doula was here, but for a little while before we headed out - and the rest of the times get muddled in my head - but we got to the hospital just as the sun was setting (which I googled was at 8:09).
Upon arrival I was 7cm. I gotta admit there are lots of bits and pieces missing. I remember getting out of the car and into the wheelchair and the ride to triage. I don't recall getting my clothes off in triage or moving to the room just down the hall where I labored. There are plenty of pieces of the labor - mostly waves of pain that I do recall. I think I spent most of it - or at least until Dr P got there with my eyes closed just trying to get through.
I remember the nurse coming in to check me again so the doctor could decide if she needed to get in there. I do remember my guy commenting that it was 11pm. Not sure when Doc arrived. But I know we didn't start pushing until what is technically 8/24.
Around 2am the pain began. I couldn't get comfortable on either side as the cramps started. I kind of knew it my heart it was the start of labor - like I said in a previous post, I was looking for signs - but I had no clue how much so. While I couldn't sleep I sent a few messages on to my guy that made it sound like I felt something was definitely going on.
By 4am I turned to my back and managed to get comfortable and fell asleep. I was up with my alarm and at my work desk. All morning I could feel things going on but I was waiting it out to get confirmation at my noon doctor's appointment. My guy went into work briefly and then came this way to join me at the doctor's appointment (at his suggestion). I kind of thought I'd get to the doctor and she'd say congrats you're now 2cm. Imagine my surprise to learn I was at 4cm! She asked if I wanted to head to L&D as she was willing to send me and she thought for sure we'd see her on that day. This was definitely happening! We opted to go home and labor there as long as possible - and to get the girls to camp.
We were to have a meeting at my place w/ the doula this evening, so I guess she was coming either way. Later in the afternoon things were getting rather unpleasant and by the time she arrived I was already waffling if we should just meet her at the hospital or what. I'm not sure how long the doula was here, but for a little while before we headed out - and the rest of the times get muddled in my head - but we got to the hospital just as the sun was setting (which I googled was at 8:09).
Upon arrival I was 7cm. I gotta admit there are lots of bits and pieces missing. I remember getting out of the car and into the wheelchair and the ride to triage. I don't recall getting my clothes off in triage or moving to the room just down the hall where I labored. There are plenty of pieces of the labor - mostly waves of pain that I do recall. I think I spent most of it - or at least until Dr P got there with my eyes closed just trying to get through.
I remember the nurse coming in to check me again so the doctor could decide if she needed to get in there. I do remember my guy commenting that it was 11pm. Not sure when Doc arrived. But I know we didn't start pushing until what is technically 8/24.
Monday, August 21, 2017
TMI Warning: Looking for signs
TMI warning: I expected to spot after being checked last Wednesday. There was a little but not as much as I thought. It has however continued being a pink tinge on any mucus that is wiped. Is that still from the cervix check or is it part of a natural progression? I had a small, I don't want to call it a clot but it seemed more like a clot - but not what I'd expect for a 'bloody show' based on reading/descriptions.
Thicker glops of discharge continue (periodically) but that's been happening for weeks, not sure it's pieces of mucus plug. I have felt pressure and even at times like I need to poo but I am not prepared to do so. I guess it doesn't matter since none of this means anything is imminent since everyone is different.
I guess I'm officially looking forward to Wednesday's appointment to see if we've progressed at all.
Girl has also taken to not just pushing her butt out above and to the right of my belly button but also pushing out a leg or something to the left of my belly button. She's definitely feeling cramped in there.
Thicker glops of discharge continue (periodically) but that's been happening for weeks, not sure it's pieces of mucus plug. I have felt pressure and even at times like I need to poo but I am not prepared to do so. I guess it doesn't matter since none of this means anything is imminent since everyone is different.
I guess I'm officially looking forward to Wednesday's appointment to see if we've progressed at all.
Girl has also taken to not just pushing her butt out above and to the right of my belly button but also pushing out a leg or something to the left of my belly button. She's definitely feeling cramped in there.
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Second Wind
I feel great. I slept straight through the night, not needing to get up to pee or move because I was sore. When I went to get out of bed I rolled out easier than I have in weeks and walked (not waddled to the bathroom) without even the slightest twinge in my hips (after not moving all night)! Is this the calm before the storm?
I'm down another pound this morning over yesterday too, but it's much cooler out, so I really think this one was due to swelling/water. I gotta admit this sure makes the thought of taking weight back off seem so much more feasible after she comes.
I'm down another pound this morning over yesterday too, but it's much cooler out, so I really think this one was due to swelling/water. I gotta admit this sure makes the thought of taking weight back off seem so much more feasible after she comes.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
A positively long time since I posted
It has been a long time since I posted here. About a month after my last post I went on vacation with some friends. One big thing happened as a result of that trip - one friend is no longer a friend, we started dating. Picture the television whispy mist as two and a half years have now flown by.
I should catch you up on other things relevant to this blog that have transpired since then. I was having some pains and abnormal bleeding. With a few checks I learned I have a couple fibroids, nothing abnormal for my age. More time passed, I was back on the pill for a while what with the new relationship and all, but went back off to try and get my body to regulate a little as I continued to bleed in the middle of the month while on the pill.
I've gone back and forth between the ob/gyn and my regular doctor, as the ob/gyn office sounds eager to help one minute and then blows me off with a "well I'll see you next year" the next minute. My regular doctor ordered tests similar to those I most recently reported as having indicated bad mojo for how long I have and how many viable eggs I have. Guess what, they never told me those tests need to be run at a certain point in the cycle - so this time things came back looking fine. So my mind was at ease about the whole situation - all the while I am still not getting any younger.
A few months back I had the conversation about kids with my guy and indicated my concerns that I am almost out of time. Much to my surprise we dispensed with the use of protection. I wouldn't say I was actively trying because I wasn't tracking anything other than making a note on the calendar as to when I was bleeding - which was still more often than not, twice a month.
I know from my experience 5 years ago that I'd be a good candidate for a toilet baby. I'm sure you're horrified reading that statement, but it's true. I didn't realize I was pregnant when I had my miscarriage in Feb 2012. I had some minor awareness that something was different, but I thought it was a cyst on my ovary or something.
I found myself a week ago commenting to a friend about pain when I rolled a little in bed to get the remote from the nightstand and how it wasn't a cramp and the pain went away instantly, just a quick jab. Her comment "sounds like round ligament pain" and she commented about taking a test when she realized I was a couple days late for my period (I had not bled midmonth either - that was the second month that looked like it was going to be a full 28 day cycle). I thought this was ridiculous because nothing had "happened since my last period".
Still, it got in my head. I have tests at home, so on Friday I took one and boom. So I did a second. Still yes. Mind blown, this can't be what it looked like I turned to the Internet. Warning: you know the internet will scare the crap out of you, so why do we do it? After I was done I was even less in belief because I didn't have ANY of the classic 'symptoms'. The one test told me I was 30% pregnant based on my answers *laugh*. Instead I thought it could be issues with my kidneys, or possibly a growth on my ovaries or bladder (which should have been noted during the transvaginal ultrasound a year prior for fibroids), or simply my age. Did you know that periomenopausal women can toss false positive tests because hcg starts to get produced at lower levels? Me either.
I had just been in for typical yearly bloodwork - like JUST there - so I waited it out to see those results first. When the blood workup came back looking good (no indication of infections etc) I asked the nurse to contact my doctor to request a blood test for a quantitative hcg. I went that evening and my doctor was calling the next morning. My number was 200,000. Defn not "my age".
Since we're not really sure how far I am given my period in December after anything physical last happened we're approaching a little slower. We'll do a second blood test on Monday to see if the numbers are still going up and then prb an ultrasound. She didn't want to rush to that because of the fear it would be too early and you wouldn't find a heartbeat when there really would be one to find - soon!
I'm fighting to not let this get too real just in case. But wow. For now, one day at a time - and that includes finding a way to tell him I think I may be when we're together this weekend.
I can say that maybe it's mental, but in the past week I've definitely taken on the sleepy as all get out and wanting to eat everything in the world stereotypical behaviors.
I should catch you up on other things relevant to this blog that have transpired since then. I was having some pains and abnormal bleeding. With a few checks I learned I have a couple fibroids, nothing abnormal for my age. More time passed, I was back on the pill for a while what with the new relationship and all, but went back off to try and get my body to regulate a little as I continued to bleed in the middle of the month while on the pill.
I've gone back and forth between the ob/gyn and my regular doctor, as the ob/gyn office sounds eager to help one minute and then blows me off with a "well I'll see you next year" the next minute. My regular doctor ordered tests similar to those I most recently reported as having indicated bad mojo for how long I have and how many viable eggs I have. Guess what, they never told me those tests need to be run at a certain point in the cycle - so this time things came back looking fine. So my mind was at ease about the whole situation - all the while I am still not getting any younger.
A few months back I had the conversation about kids with my guy and indicated my concerns that I am almost out of time. Much to my surprise we dispensed with the use of protection. I wouldn't say I was actively trying because I wasn't tracking anything other than making a note on the calendar as to when I was bleeding - which was still more often than not, twice a month.
I know from my experience 5 years ago that I'd be a good candidate for a toilet baby. I'm sure you're horrified reading that statement, but it's true. I didn't realize I was pregnant when I had my miscarriage in Feb 2012. I had some minor awareness that something was different, but I thought it was a cyst on my ovary or something.
I found myself a week ago commenting to a friend about pain when I rolled a little in bed to get the remote from the nightstand and how it wasn't a cramp and the pain went away instantly, just a quick jab. Her comment "sounds like round ligament pain" and she commented about taking a test when she realized I was a couple days late for my period (I had not bled midmonth either - that was the second month that looked like it was going to be a full 28 day cycle). I thought this was ridiculous because nothing had "happened since my last period".
Still, it got in my head. I have tests at home, so on Friday I took one and boom. So I did a second. Still yes. Mind blown, this can't be what it looked like I turned to the Internet. Warning: you know the internet will scare the crap out of you, so why do we do it? After I was done I was even less in belief because I didn't have ANY of the classic 'symptoms'. The one test told me I was 30% pregnant based on my answers *laugh*. Instead I thought it could be issues with my kidneys, or possibly a growth on my ovaries or bladder (which should have been noted during the transvaginal ultrasound a year prior for fibroids), or simply my age. Did you know that periomenopausal women can toss false positive tests because hcg starts to get produced at lower levels? Me either.
I had just been in for typical yearly bloodwork - like JUST there - so I waited it out to see those results first. When the blood workup came back looking good (no indication of infections etc) I asked the nurse to contact my doctor to request a blood test for a quantitative hcg. I went that evening and my doctor was calling the next morning. My number was 200,000. Defn not "my age".
Since we're not really sure how far I am given my period in December after anything physical last happened we're approaching a little slower. We'll do a second blood test on Monday to see if the numbers are still going up and then prb an ultrasound. She didn't want to rush to that because of the fear it would be too early and you wouldn't find a heartbeat when there really would be one to find - soon!
I'm fighting to not let this get too real just in case. But wow. For now, one day at a time - and that includes finding a way to tell him I think I may be when we're together this weekend.
I can say that maybe it's mental, but in the past week I've definitely taken on the sleepy as all get out and wanting to eat everything in the world stereotypical behaviors.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Bloat bloat bloat
I'm up another 5lbs in a matter of days, so I suspect it's not that I am not eating well but instead the imminent arrival of my period. This tells me I probably never had a positive reading because it came even before the Friday I thought it did. I have a little bit of blood, highly doubtful we're talking implantation anything, it's just a precursor to the coming period. I guess we'll see when it truly starts to figure out how far off I was.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Bleeding Again
I started to bleed yesterday. Chances of it being implantation bleeding? Or is my period starting 6 days despite my ovulation tests popping along the timeline (granted earlier couple of days) according to the MyMonthlyCycles calendar. I think the closest to a baby I'm getting is going to be the overabundance of kids that were at the baby shower this past Saturday or in the dream I had last night of holding a baby (while driving, but hey, it was a dream).
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Expecting what to expect?
It's funny how reading from what to expect can make you paranoid. My intuition tells me I am not prego, but when you read about your sense of smell and think of at least 4 scent related items that are prominent in your mind immediately there after, it does give you pause.
I admit, the smell of my tenant's food has crunched my nose and nearly turned my stomach a couple times this week, but I think it's because I've already been nauseous in the evenings - attributed to med withdrawal. Fun times.
I admit, the smell of my tenant's food has crunched my nose and nearly turned my stomach a couple times this week, but I think it's because I've already been nauseous in the evenings - attributed to med withdrawal. Fun times.
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