Hobbit-ish Potpurri: A Day Of Firsts

Good Evening Humble Readers..

First up, I apologize for not being around the last few days.  My laptop was in the shop for a de-bugging (the lousy browser re-direct virus is history and I can use search engines again), and I've been pooped.

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I had my first doctor's appointment this morning.  It was like no other first prenatal visit I have ever had.  No piac, no weigh in, no blood pressure check.  Right away, DocU did an u/s, to see what we could see.  There on the screen was the little black spot in my 'nice thick lining', where the halfling has taken up residence.  Afterward, we talked about my concerns and the next steps.  First, he gave me a req for an ultrasound in 3.5 weeks.  I will be 8 weeks at that point and a heartbeat should be visible.  Second, he wrote out the req for my bloodwork.  And last, he gave me a prescription for prometrium... yay!  He was honest and said that it's not a miracle drug, but that it certainly can't hurt.  I won't get my beta numbers until Monday.

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Ok, so the prometrium.... WHAT DO I NEED TO KNOW?  What didn't DocU or the pharmacist tell me?  I was prescribed 200mg twice a day for the next 8 weeks.  To be taken internally, of course.  I know about the increased breast tenderness and bloating... but what else?  And because I know that my Beloved will ask... what about bd-ing?  Please give me any info you can!

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So, morning sickness kicked in full force this afternoon.  I was really nauseous last night, so much so that I had to sleep half sitting up.  I was feeling mildly pukey when I woke up this morning, but once I ate and got going I was ok.  But this afternoon... oy!  I ate lunch and almost immediately regretted it.  I lasted about a half hour before I had to leave work, and then I barely made it home before losing my lunch behind our fence.  Ugh.  Now I feel a bit better, but I'm exhausted. 

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In other news... my grandmother is not doing well.  She's currently in the ICU, on a breathing tube and kidney dialysis.  The doctors don't really know what's going on.  Please pray for her and her doctors.

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My Beloved just came home with flowers for me... tulips!  How sweet!

Without Apology

Good Morning Humble Readers...

All is well, here on the semi-frozen flatland.  We woke up to snow this morning.  Not much, but enough to remind us that this is Alberta, and snow can come anytime, especially in the spring. 

(at some point soon, I will write a post that isn't related to this pregnancy, hpts, doctor's appointments... I'm just a little tunnel-visioned right now.  If that means that you can't read for a while, I totally get it.  I hope that you will stick with me on this road, but if you need to take a detour, that's okay.  I understand.)

I made another decision last night.  My Beloved and I were discussing the future, particularly the nursery.  What colour I want to paint it, what we will need for furniture, and whether or not we will use cloth diapers. 

With every topic we discussed, I led off with, "I'm getting ahead of myself here..." or "If we get to that point..." or "I know I should wait to think about this..."  After three or four statements that started like that, I needed to stop.  I needed to acknowledge what was really going on in my head. 

As much as I want to not let the past colour my feelings about this pregnancy, that anxiety/fear/worry is there.  And it's not going to go away anytime soon. 

As I've stated before, I want and plan to cherish this pregnancy, no matter how long it lasts.  I want to dream and plan, to talk about the things that others who aren't a part of this club talk about when they're expecting. 

So, going forward, there will be no more provisos, no more apologies, no more if, only when... I am pregnant and I am going to let that sink in and even let it take priority in my thoughts.  Heck, I might even think about maternity leave. 

It still doesn't seem real.