I just looked through our blog from when I was pregnant with L, and I posted significantly more then.  Not brand new info or anything, but kinda prompted me to at least note a few things for future reference.

I started my 29th week of pregnancy this week.  My feet are starting to look like club feet for realsies.  I had a can a soup two days ago, which in hindsight wasn’t the smartest thing to do.  As a consequence, my sandals left nice indentions on the tops of my feet.  😦  Today they are better and for the time being look better when I get up.

I start my weekly appointment with my Dr. next week.  I was supposed to have a sono or mini sono weekly, but there was a major snag in insurance coverage.  I canceled the one I had for Monday and see the Dr. on Tues.  I’m sure they’ll be a big fat AMA in my chart cause I’m not making any more appointments until they iron that out.

Finally found some prenatals that work well and don’t jack up my stomach. Yay!  Passed my GD test on the first go around.  Yay x 2.  Iron is a little low…..but I’m not taking supplements.  I’m trying to up it with my diet first.

More later as I keep having unwanted company as I try to write.  Laters as L has been saying lately.

Holy frick.  It really is a boy in there.  The level 2 ultrasound went well, the baby measured perfect and has a penis.  T is over the moon. I am happy either way.  Big sister at first wanted a brother, then a sister.  She was less than amused at the news. Pleasing a four year old is hard some days.

I had a Dr.’s appt the next day.  Between the super fast talking, I gathered that the genetic testing puts me in a high risk category, even though there should be nothing wrong.  Which, does not make any sense to me.  What this means is that I will have an ultrasound at every appointment, just to check on my little guy.  Not so bad.  But wait, insurance doesn’t cover ultrasounds IN the Dr.’s office, so I have to schedule another appt every month for one.  Sigh.

In addition to that, starting at 28weeks, I will need to be seen EVERY FREAKING WEEK.  I nearly starting tearing up at the thought of that.  That is a lot of time waiting to see the Dr. for ten minutes, a lot of time off work and just frustrating if nothing is wrong.  I have decided I need something in writing because words fly out of the Dr.’s mouth at the speed of sound, and I can’t retain that mess.  Luckily I have a very flexible work place.  However, I schedule appointment with people, so I have to work around that, which makes it tricky.  Plus, T can’t make it to every single one for two months weekly.  She can make it to most and has made it to every one thus far.  I reassured her that she wouldn’t be missing anything.  Although I have to admit that she is my ears in these appointments, so I’ll have to focus my attention a little bit better instead of relying on T.

All in all, the baby appears to be doing fine and we’re all fine, so life is good.

We went to see the Dr. on Monday afternoon.  This is the first time we met our new OB.  She talks a lot and FAST, but is cute and we like her.  Basically, something  came up slightly off on the genetic screening, which is not uncommon for it to happen.  They have a fair number of false positives.    I guess the cutoff for this test is 314 I and I was a 304 (for what I don’t really remember).
The Dr. is not worried. She said there is a 99.7% chance that everything is OK.  They tend to test the shit out of you when you’re prego and then if anything is slightly off, test some more.  I went for the ultrasound yesterday, and it was too early for me to even have it done.  Why did they schedule it knowing that I was at 15 week when it is supposed to be done between 18-20 weeks?  Your guess is as good as mine.  So we drove to 40 minutes  just find out we’d come back in four weeks.  Well let me rephrase that.  I was told we could have a sono.  I’ve had four already, which I think is a bit much for not being considered a “high risk” pregnancy.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to take a peek at the baby, but taking a look just to take a look doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.  The perinatologist of course said I could have an ultrasound to make sure the heart beat is present.  I told the ultrasound tech to tell the Dr. that’s been confirmed FOUR times, so we’ll wait until 19 weeks when she can charges me out the butt for a few minutes of work.  thxkbi

At least we will be able to find out for sure the sex of the baby when we go back.

Onto the second trimester.  Feeling better and wouldn’t you know it, got a call this morning from the Dr.  Test results in from nuchal translucency screening.

Not good when they call you to come in.  Insert feelings of panic here.

Going here in about 30 minutes to meet with the dr.  The nurse on the phone said that they will most likely refer me to a level 2 ultrasound BECAUSE OF MY AGE.  I’m effing 33.  Geez.

Liability forces all sorts of tests and freaking out and shit that isn’t really necessary.  Now I had to have a level 2 with the first kiddo because they couldn’t get a good measurement on her big ole noggin.  Then said noggin ended up having a fused sagittal suture, which is not detected on an ultrasound anyhow.

Now where was I, oh we’ll see what the Dr. says. I know that these screens can come back wrong and then cause worry the entire pregnancy.  Trying not to worry, and doing okay about it.  Ready to hear what my new Dr., a complete stranger at this point, has to say to me today.  Freaking Monday.

Double digit weeks.  Whoo hoo!  Now if I could get to getting and feeling better, that would be grand.  I get to stop progesterone suppositories this week.  I think I have just one dose left.  Thank goddess.

I got released from the RE on 3/23 with an 8wk ultrasound and some nausea meds.  I have only taken a few, but the first few days after I got them, it kept me from going insane.  I got a couple of adjustments from the best chiropractor in the world.  Who knew that would help nausea.  I been having better days, but then random crappy days like last Thursday throw me off.

I started off with pants that were too tight.  I was convinced that at 9 wks, they just could not be too tight.  After a horribly nauseous morning, I made the executive decision to run home and change said pants before heading out to another appt.  As soon I was got in the door, I gagged and puked.  So I did change my pants….to sweats and stayed in bed the rest of the day.  I never shook that feeling like I was going to puke all day long.  The next day was better, but it just kinds wears on my mentally.

We had an appt. with the OB, or her nurse practitioner.  The OB I chose from a co-worker’s recommendation is quitting the practice in September, a month an a half give or take a week before the baby is due.  So, I’ll meet with her once before switching to another one.  Not a huge deal, but just want to get with someone and get to know them while they get to know my lady bits.

We told L on Friday that she would be a big sister.  I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better reception.  She squealed and asked how the baby got there.  T and I kinda froze and came up with some random answer that seemed to quiet her, for now.

Is it okay that my pants are too tight already?  I don’t think so.  I just had to unbutton them to get comfortable.  Sigh.

My days have been busy feeling as sick as a dog.  Nauseous, irritable and tired and looking forward to week 14.    I’m going to see the RE tomorrow for what is hopefully the last appt. with her.  At least I get to see the baby again and hopefully hear the heartbeat.  I’ve seen it, just not heard it.  T can’t come with me since she just started her new job. 😦  The appointments that will be in town will be much easier to make.  Other than that, just unpacking, still.  I’m no longer drowning in a sea of cardboard boxes, but am still trying to organize with a teeny tiny bit of energy every night.  Still happy with all of the wonderful changes in my life.

I think I may be trapped in my house and someone will have to break down a wall to get me out by the time I’m done with this pregnancy.  I feel like I’m hung over all the time, so naturally  I just want to eat greasy foods.  Chinese food.   I get my healthy foods in there most days, but junk has prevailed.

I went for the six week sono yesterday and there is just one kiddo in there.  Insert sigh of relief here.  Fetal pole, sac and heartbeat were all present.  Another sigh of relief.  I have to go back for week 7 and 8 sonos before I’m released.  That’s just one extra sono, but it is another day to take time off of work, drive 45 minutes each way in rush hour traffic and is probably more than my insurance is going to cover.  Not griping, but I am looking forward to the once a month visits that are coming.

We moved into our house last weekend.  Well partially moved. T rented a truck and took two huge loads over to the house.  Not being able to pick up heavy boxes is fairly frustrating, but I’ll live.  I am looking forward to being completely moved as of this weekend when people we pay will be moving our beds, couches, washer&dryer, etc.  Our little one will be glad to stop wondering why we are taking her stuff to this cool house and then sleeping at our old small place.  You and me both sister.

I took four of these in all, just to make sure.  The one at the top faded since I took it on Saturday, but it had a faint plus sign.

So wow, try number 1, with the last vial we had effing took.  Still in shock. I went for bloodwork today, so we’ll see what that brings. For now, joy is abundant.

But you’re gonna have to wait.  Today is 12 day past IUI…12dpi for those in the know.  Having FB around for number 2 complicates blogging a little and keeping things under wraps.  But for now, things are looking good. 🙂

Insem was on Monday.  The vial that we had was not as great as previous ones, which was disappointing, but it wasn’t enough to rain on this parade.  Now we wait until the 21st to test….well probably the 19th.  So now, I analyze every twinge, pain and movement thinking “what if?”