Week 10 - Milestones

Good Evening Humble Readers ...

I hope that you all are having a good weekend, and that where ever you are on your road to motherhood you have peace and joy in your hearts.

This week has been interesting, in a mellow sort of way.  Some of the yucky symptoms have been slowly fading.  A week ago Friday was my last real bout of morning sickness, and it was a doozy.  But since then, I have been getting less and less nausea.  It's still there, and can sneak up on me at the worst times, but it's getting to be manageable. 

My sinuses don't seem to be as stuffed up any more, and I'm not needing to use the nose strips to sleep. 

If it wasn't for the killer constipation, bloating, and fatigue, I might just be a little worried.  But I'm trying to stay very positive.

I've noticed some changes in my skin.  I have some really bad dry patches on my face (I'm normally an oily girl) and on my arms too.

I had an appointment with my GP (remember, my OB wants me to see my GP for the 'regular' prenatal stuff) on Thursday that was frustrating in the extreme.  After waiting for more than an hour after my scheduled appointment time, I get weighed *shudder* and then, I expecting to have the pap test done that was the purpose of the appointment.  Instead, Dr. B comes in, gives me more paperwork for blood work, and tells me to book another appointment in a month.  I did manage to get him to answer a couple of questions for me before he left the room (seasonal allergy and sciatica related questions), but that was it.  Grrrr... 

So, milestones. 

I've talked about milestones before.  About those pauses on the road where we take stock on our journey thus far and look ahead.  This week has been a milestone kind of week.  Ten and a half weeks marks the longest I have ever carried a pregnancy.  With Emily, I started spotting at the ten and a half week point (the pregnancy had ceased to be viable weeks earlier, but I didn't know).  Two days later Dr. U did the D&C.  I'm still feeling optimistically confident about this pregnancy, but I have had some very reflective moments this week. 

Another milestone that was passed this week... my body is sufficiently changed now that one pair of my work pants is now impossible to do up.  This is a pair of pants that fit, albeit a little snug, at Christmastime, before I lost 18 pounds.  Maybe it's just all the bloating and constipation, but I had to use one of the bella  bands I purchased back in the early naivete of my first pregnancy.  I actually had to dig to the back of my underwear drawer to find them.  It was the first 'really' pregnant thing I have had to do.  I mean, doctors appointments are just doctors appointments, and even the sno.ogle body pillow that I bought can be shrugged away.  But a bella band... that means I must really be pregnant. 

Who'da thunk it?