So, despite what most everyone, including myself, has said, I went and ordered a doppler a couple of weeks ago. It arrived on Tuesday (i think) to which I mentally stressed myself out because I couldn't find the heartbeat and I searched for 20min. After a frantic call to my mother, and she had to hang up suddently, the heartbeat was suddenly there, and then gone after 5 seconds. But it was the most reassuring sound I had heard!
Now, every morning, Mario and I listen to the heartbeat, for however long our little one will let us listen (I think (s)he is catching on and is hiding!). It is much harder to find it in the afternoon.
Oh, and my ob/gyn put me out of work for the last two weeks. We found out it was due to dehydration (I need to drink at least 4 liters of water, not 2) and an uti--fun times. Now the antibiotic I'm on is making me feel like it is first trimester all over again. I am so grateful tomorrow is my last dose!
Well, off to bed. One more day off, and then its time to return to work, with restrictions and less stress. And I get to look forward to hear Rango again tomorrow morning!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Can't men be pregnant just for 1 week?
I would really appreciate it if someone would inform my husband that being pregnant means that I am going to be tired, and strenuous activities (like weeding the garden and lugging heavy bags of topsoil around the yard), actually do cause me some cramping and stretching. It means that yes, I am going to have food aversions, and smell aversions, so I won't always be able to make dinner or wash the pile of dishes in the sink that stink to high heaven (that can be alleviated by a dishwasher that I've been asking for for the last 2 years). It means that sometimes, especially right now, I will simply want to sit and relax, and my list of chores to be completed won't always get done, but I'm not going to complain about it. Right now the most important thing is staying positive, and giving my body what it needs. When he runs me around, and demands that we finish our chores without stopping for snacks or water, I get worn down easily. I understand that before I was pregnant I could do anything, and work from sun up to sun down on the weekends, finishing all yard and house projects, while not taking off of work for any sick time. But I need the weekends to recharge my batteries. So while I may want to weed the gardens and plant my seeds, it is okay if I only get one of those things done this weekend. I have a whole work week to have to get through on the energy I save this weekend.
He has told me that he let me take it easy with my pregnancy with Robbie, and he's not going to let me do that this time. Because apparently me being able to relax during the pregnancy caused his demise.
Now, before I make him out to be a villian more than I have already, there are moments that he remembers that I am pregnant, and maybe I won't be able to make that chicken I put out for dinner. I just wish he could be pregnant for a week, feel the exhaustion, the worry, the fear every single moment of every day. I am not sure if it is the fear and worry making me more tired than I am, or if it is still the 1st trimester. But I am 13 weeks and 1 day. But unfortunately for him, as I am trying to find the good moments with him, he is standing here lecturing me about how i'll be sick the whole pregnancy, so he isn't going to let me sit around and do nothing this time.
I think if men were allowed to be pregnant just for 1 week, especially in the 1st trimester, they would be a bit more appreciative of what our bodies are doing. And while other husbands who have had losses are more careful and sensitive with their wives during subsequent pregnancies, mine apparently is taking the Carl Jr approach of stress is good for you, and hard work never hurt anyone. Of course, I think I would settle for him just reading this and getting where I am coming from, not that it'll change his mind of course.
He has told me that he let me take it easy with my pregnancy with Robbie, and he's not going to let me do that this time. Because apparently me being able to relax during the pregnancy caused his demise.
Now, before I make him out to be a villian more than I have already, there are moments that he remembers that I am pregnant, and maybe I won't be able to make that chicken I put out for dinner. I just wish he could be pregnant for a week, feel the exhaustion, the worry, the fear every single moment of every day. I am not sure if it is the fear and worry making me more tired than I am, or if it is still the 1st trimester. But I am 13 weeks and 1 day. But unfortunately for him, as I am trying to find the good moments with him, he is standing here lecturing me about how i'll be sick the whole pregnancy, so he isn't going to let me sit around and do nothing this time.
I think if men were allowed to be pregnant just for 1 week, especially in the 1st trimester, they would be a bit more appreciative of what our bodies are doing. And while other husbands who have had losses are more careful and sensitive with their wives during subsequent pregnancies, mine apparently is taking the Carl Jr approach of stress is good for you, and hard work never hurt anyone. Of course, I think I would settle for him just reading this and getting where I am coming from, not that it'll change his mind of course.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
From The Bump TTCAL board...Just wanted to Share
A Different Child
A different child, people notice
There's a special glow around you.
You grow surrounded by love
Never doubting you are wanted;
Only look at the pride and joy
In your mother and father's eyes.
And if sometimes between the smiles
There's a trace of tears,
One day you'll understand.
You'll understand there was once another child.
A different child.
Who was in their hopes and dreams.
That child will never outgrow the baby clothes.
That child will never keep them up at night.
In fact, that child will never be any trouble at all...
Except sometimes, in a silent moment,
When mother and father miss so much
That different child.
May hope and love wrap you warmly
And may you learn the lesson forever:
How infinitely precious,
How infinitely fragile is this life on earth.
One day, as a young man or woman
You may see another mother's tears
Another father's silent grief
Then you, and you alone will understand
And offer the greatest comfort.
When all hope seems lost
you will tell them with great compassion:
"I know how you feel.
I'm only here because my parents tried again."
A different child, people notice
There's a special glow around you.
You grow surrounded by love
Never doubting you are wanted;
Only look at the pride and joy
In your mother and father's eyes.
And if sometimes between the smiles
There's a trace of tears,
One day you'll understand.
You'll understand there was once another child.
A different child.
Who was in their hopes and dreams.
That child will never outgrow the baby clothes.
That child will never keep them up at night.
In fact, that child will never be any trouble at all...
Except sometimes, in a silent moment,
When mother and father miss so much
That different child.
May hope and love wrap you warmly
And may you learn the lesson forever:
How infinitely precious,
How infinitely fragile is this life on earth.
One day, as a young man or woman
You may see another mother's tears
Another father's silent grief
Then you, and you alone will understand
And offer the greatest comfort.
When all hope seems lost
you will tell them with great compassion:
"I know how you feel.
I'm only here because my parents tried again."
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