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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Going Through Some Changes

Now that Nathan is here I'm going through an identity crisis of sorts.  For a very, very long time, Hubby and I were "yuppy D.I.N.K.S" (double income no kids).  Then I got pregnant, had a miscarriage, then went through 2 years of infertility, and finally IVF treatments before becoming pregnant again.

I'm not a greedy person, I am thrilled just to be a mom.  Nathan is destined to be an only child.  Things may have been different if we had any surviving embryos on ice, but we do not.  Being a new parent is stress enough, I'm not going through the stress of TTC again, maybe if we were 10 years younger, but we're not.

While I will always consider myself a member of the exclusive "Infertile" club, and I'll always be a "yuppy", I'm not likely to become pregnant again.  Which brings me to my identity crisis - what do I call myself now?

The only name that comes to mind is "The Yuppy Mummy".  Do you have any thoughts or suggestions?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Good Things Come in Small Packages

Even though Nathan is nearly 3 weeks old and growing, I still marvel at how tiny he his.  I know that as he grows it will be hard to remember him as a newborn.  I cherish the small moments that we have together and I  know that I will be sad when he outgrows his preemie clothes.

So bear with me while I keep posting photos that show his small size.





Thursday, December 23, 2010

Cat v. Baby

Nathan is not a big boy. Yesterday at his nearly 2 week doctor appointment he weighed 5 pounds, 10 ounces. This is up 8 oz from his appointment last week. My mother said that the photos that I have sent do not accurately show just how tiny he is. So here is one next to one of our other boys for comparison:


The cat weigh about 10 pounds. If you look closely their heads are nearly the same size! Look how small Nathan's head is next to Hubby's hand.

Good things do come in small packages.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Proud Parent Edition






Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Pregnant Yuppy No More

My long, hard journey through loss and infertility is finally over. Thank goodness my story has a happy ending. I can no longer call myself the "Pregnant Yuppy", for I am no longer pregnant (nor do I plan to become pregnant again). I still consider myself to be a yuppy though!


So let me get on with it. I've had a very busy week this past week - to say the least - and here is my story:

Throughout my pregnancy I was closely monitored, even though it was an easy pregnancy. First it was discovered that I had a low lying placenta, so that was monitored via ultrasound. Once that was no longer a concern they continued to monitor me every 2 weeks as Nathan was measuring small. For the past couple of weeks they also were concerned that the placenta was starting to tire out. At my ultrasound on Monday, December 6 they decided that I needed to be induced that week. The Perinatologist was going to call my maternity Dr. Before we even left the building my Drs. office called and I was booked to see them on Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning my doctor sent off the requisition for induction to the hospital. Jason and I went out for a late breakfast and planned to have at least a day or two until we heard from the hospital. We had barely finished eating when the hospital called and said to come in. And some think that our Healthcare system is slow!

*WARNING* There will be some talk about "girl parts" from here on out.

I was admitted to the hospital around 1 pm on Monday. My body was not ready for labour at all. My cervix was not dilated and was still in a posterior position. At 2:20 pm the medication Cervidil was inserted to hopefully start the process. At 4pm I was moved to a new room where we waited, and waited. The worst part of this day was that I got a roommate around 11pm and she was quite the snorer!

On Wednesday at 2:20 pm (24 hours later) they checked on my progress. It was minimal, around a fingertip dilated. The 2 options at this point were to replace the Cervidil with a new one, or to try a Foley Balloon Catheter (which I won't explain here). I'll be honest, neither sounded too appealing to me. The doctors felt that the balloon was the best option for me. At this point we are now in a procedure room, which at one time was a storage closet, waiting for a new room. Eventually they put me in another room (by now we were getting so impatient and tired). Jason went home for a while and came back after supper. We tried walking around the halls and going up and down the stairs to get the balloon to work. It didn't work.

Around 10 pm my own doctor came in to check on me. She was able to remove the balloon and said that it did help some. I was now dilated about 2cm. She said that as soon as a labour room comes available I will move (again) and they will start me on an Oxytocin drip.

By 11:30 I was in my private L&D room and the drip was inserted. One of the downsides to the drip is that I had to be on a fetal monitor the entire time, so I wasn't able to move around much. I did sleep some.

Which brings us to Thursday - are you getting sick of this yet? At 7 am I had maxed out on the dose of Oxytocin and no labour. My Dr. checked me again and felt that I was dilated enough to break the water - so she did. Not much happened at first. I even texted Jason and told him to bring me a coffee. He was planning to come around 9 am. By around 8:15 am I finally started to have contractions. By 9 am they were already pretty intense and only 2.5 minutes apart.

I got the epidural around 10 ish - I had put it off because I was afraid that it would slow down my labour. The Anesthesiologist was thankfully free and able to come right away. The whole process didn't take very long and the effects started right away. It was a wonderful feeling indeed! I do not understand why some women don't want an epidural - it's a wonderful thing!

By noon I was fully dilated but they made me wait to push as they were having some trouble keeping the baby on the monitor and they needed to monitor his heartbeat. Eventually they had to go with an internal monitor (poor guy). I think I only had to push 3 or 4 times before Nathan was born. Thanks to the epidural I didn't feel a thing! I didn't even believe them when they said that he was out! So they grabbed him and put him on my chest. He was so tiny, but he gripped my finger right away.

Here are the specifics:
Nathan John Michael
Born December 9, 2010
2477 grams (5 lbs, 7 oz)
49 cm long (19 inches)


Moments after birth:

About 2 days old:


Finally on our way home:

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Losing all Semblance of Control

One thing that I have heard a lot during my pregnancy from friends, colleagues, and even my own doctor is a comment about how relaxed I am about it. I don't care who you are, how many babies you've birthed, or how many books that you have read - the fact is you have no control over anything when you're pregnant.

I've tried to break my pregnancy into small milestones so that I wouldn't freak myself out. I wouldn't even read ahead in any of the pregnancy books. Maybe I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I found it a lot easier to cope that way. Why stress yourself out about something that you can't change anyway?

With a due date so close to Christmas I've managed to not worry about when our baby will be born. So many people have made comments like "it's going to suck having a birthday so close to Christmas", and I've (for the most part) let them slide. I can't control it, so why stress?

If I did have any control I would not have had a miscarriage in 2008. And I certainly would not have chosen to be infertile. Nor would I have decided that the only way to conceive would be via IVF.

So I have made my peace with control. I have no control and I might as well accept that fact. And I have. I realize that there is a very good chance that our baby will be born on Christmas, and you know what? I think that's cool. We can have fun with that.

But now they tell me that they might want to induce me as early as next week! Umm, what? Yeah you see that won't work because I'm all prepared for a Christmas baby. So you're saying that all of the things that I planned to do in the next 2 - 3 weeks I'll have to get done in the next 2 - 3 days? Sorry, no deal.

I have yet another ultrasound on Monday morning and from there I will know my fate. So many women by their 38th week of pregnancy would be begging their doctors for this, not me. I am truly one of those women who is enjoying being pregnant, plus, I have a ton to do this week!

Monday, November 29, 2010

I'm back!

Hi Everyone!

I must say that I've missed you all. The sad fact is that my hand hurts so much by the end of the day that I tend to avoid anything on the computer. However, I am now officially on maternity leave so I should be able to update more often. I have been doing my best to keep my pregnancy journal up to date.

The doctors are still monitoring me closely because our baby is measuring small. I personally think that they are investing too much time and effort into this. I was a small baby and it stands to reason that my baby will be small as well. He's growing and developing, and is really active so why worry? Plus, I would much rather deliver a smaller baby than a huge baby!

Today the baby weighs roughly 2.4 kg (or just over 5 lbs). So, with 3 more weeks until my due date, and possibly longer until I deliver, I'm guesstimating that he will be a 7 pounder - just like me!

All is good.


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Prenatal Class, Lesson #1



Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Pregnancy + MTV = Strange Dreams

I'm sorry that my blogging frequency has dropped to nearly nothing. I have developed a new side effect from this pregnancy: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. This makes typing very, very painful so naturally I save my suffering for the office.


Now that I got that out of the way, let me get on with what inspired me to blog through the pain.

I had another very, very, very strange dream last night. Very strange. I was on my way to my baby shower and stopped off to pick up my grandma on the way. Not my 96 year old living grandma, my other grandma who passed away 10 years ago. And I wasn't driving. I was on foot, and cutting through a strange neighbourhood while pushing my grandma across strangers' lawns.

We arrive at the shower and it's a full house. Apparently my hosts had asked everyone to bring a Xmas ornament with "2010" on it. The first gift that I open is from The Situation. Yes, you read that right, Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino was a guest at my shower. He bought me a snow globe. The next gift was from Ronnie - apparently the Jersey Shore has come to Canada! Ronnie actually gave me the best gift: a $5000 gift card from the bank! Did you know that the banks had gift cards? Me neither.

Can you guess whose gift I opened next? Yup, you're right. "Snookie" was also there. She got me a gigantic Xmas tree ornament shaped like a pickle.

And then we got on with the rest of my shower - which was more like a typical shower. Lots of baby gifts in both pink and blue.

I'm completely at a loss at how the Jersey Shore infiltrated my dream. I haven't watched an episode in over a week (maybe longer), and as far as I know none of them have been arrested recently.

Any thoughts?


Friday, October 22, 2010

Kick Counts and Movement


By now I have reached the point in my pregnancy when the Dr. wants me to do regular kick counts. What's a "kick count" you ask? In a nutshell I'm to pick an hour of the day when the baby tends to be the most active (so mornings are out for us) and keep track of all of the baby's kicks and movements until I reach 10 in 1 hour.

I will freely admit that I am not being very diligent about this. The Progeny and I have made our own arrangement: he gives me a boot first thing in the morning to assure me that he's okay, I let him do his own thing for a few hours, then he lets me know that he's okay by moving at least once an hour after that. So far, it's worked out okay.

Admittedly I'm still very cautious and superstitious about this pregnancy. I know that I have had it fairly easy during the pregnancy itself and I am grateful. I guess when your only other pregnancy ends in a loss, you become conditioned to expect the worst. There are too many other women out there who have experienced more loss than I have, even so, I know they understand how I feel. For me, every movement is precious.

Maybe because this is my first pregnancy (that has reached the point where I can feel movement), but I will never get tired of feeling my baby move around. And that got me to wondering: Is movement always special for a mother?

Hubby's grandmother gave birth (and was pregnant) 17 times (there is some rumour amongst the family that she was actually pregnant 19 times). So I have to wonder, by which child does the movement stop being special - if at all? Does there come a time when she was just "oh boy, here we go again"? Or do you think that even with child #17 she would put her hand on her belly and be in awe of the life inside of her? With 16 other kids did she even have the time? And why can she be so fertile?


Monday, October 18, 2010

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Today is my wedding anniversary (well okay, I share it with Hubby). It's #14 for us. So, in honour of such a special day I thought that I would finally post a pic of us.

Don't we look awesome?

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Don't forget grumpy & hormonal

I hope I'm not like this, no really, I do, sort of.



Friday, October 8, 2010

30 Week Ultrasound

This morning I went for my f/u ultrasound to find out my fate. 5 weeks ago after experiencing some bleeding, an ultrasound revealed that I have an extremely low-lying placenta. If the placenta stayed where it was, I would most likely end up on bed rest.

Today the doctors wanted to take another look and see where it was. It's funny, I thought my dates with Wandy were a thing of the past - not so. Poor Hubby, Wandy has seen more action than he has since we started with the IVF.

The good news is that the placenta has indeed moved away from the cervix. Not much, but some. 5 weeks ago it was only 0.5 cm from the opening of the cervix. Today it was 1.2 cm away. I'm still not 100% out of the woods as they want to see it 2 cm away. The doctor that we talked to today said that they expect to see it move about 1 mm a week (for my American readers, 1 mm is about the thickness of a dime). It looks like I will be getting ultrasounds every 2 weeks from now until birth.

Okay, now onto the fun stuff. The baby! Once again he showed us how stubborn he is (more proof that they didn't switch embryos at the clinic). No matter what the technician tried, he would not move his hands away from his face - at all!

Our appointment was for 9:15 am, and our baby is not a morning person. I tried to give him a jump start by drinking lots of orange juice before our appointment, that didn't work.

But he was moving around a lot and at one point we got to see him blink and yawn. That was really cool! He is already head down (let's hope he stays that way). His heartbeat today was 163 bpm.

The pics aren't that great this time. Here's a profile shot - you can see his hands right in front of his face.

This pic shows how squished he is. You can see he has his feet, hands and face all together.


Monday, October 4, 2010

Pregnancy Soundtrack



I was speaking to a client today at work and let her know about my upcoming maternity leave. This client and I have connected on a whole different level in, addition to being professionals that is. We both have a really quirky sense of humour that is often misinterpreted by many. I think this client may even be Busted Kate's long lost twin (that's a compliment Kate).

I let her know that I am planning a "Farewell Tour" of my clients before I leave and will get back to her so we can plan a lunch date. She laughed at me and the fact that I have named my mat leave. I told her that I debated calling it the "Hell Freezes Over Tour" but didn't think that many people would get the reference.

She said that I should be selling t-shirts.

And thus begun several e-mails that went back and forth between us all day making suggestions for tour names. This then evolved into suitable song names to describe pregnancy and labour.

We looked for album names for the tour and song names for the soundtrack. Here are some that we came up with:

Farewell Tour:
  • Slippery When Wet
  • Guess Who?
  • Dr. Feelgood
Pregnancy / Labour Soundtrack:
  • Hungry Like the Wolf
  • I Like Big Butts
  • I wanna be sedated
Okay, so the list is small, but we're just getting started. Please add your suggestions in the comments!

Cluttered House = Cluttered Mind?

I think that there's something that you need to know about me. I hate to write a blog post for the sake of writing a blog post. So sometimes it may be a few days between posts. I like to be inspired and that sometimes happens when I can't blog. Then I have to rely on my memory - and that's not very reliable anymore.

So please forgive my lack of posts. Lately my mind has not been focused on anything as we go through home renovations. People keep telling me to post photos of the renos in progress and, truth be told, the mess and clutter and general disarray in the house is something that I would rather not record for posterity. And tell me - how does the dust from the work on the 2nd floor find its way to the basement? How? How?

After a mini-meltdown last week when I got home from work and could not handle the amount of mess left by the carpenter, Hubby has now instructed me to sit on the couch in the basement until he gets home to tidy. Which sounds great, except when I get home from work (at least an hour before Hubby) I just want to remove any restricting panty hose and put on my PJ pants! We have compromised and I will wait a bit until the stress of work is behind me before adding on the stress of the mess!

I think what bothers me the most about the clutter and mess is that I'm not supposed to be doing any house work. Not that I'm a big fan of housework, but I hate seeing the drywall dust everywhere!

The good news is that the bulk of the work *should* be done by tomorrow so hopefully with the clutter gone from my house, it will be gone from my brain as well!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Baby Room Progress

My last post was pretty glum and negative (and bitter, don't forget bitter). In order to atone to my readers for that, here's something more light and uplifting.

Voila! Here is the crib that we bought:



Monday, September 27, 2010

Is It The Water?



A few weeks ago I vented my frustrations on how a friend of mine from high school is now pregnant with her 3rd unplanned child with 3 dads. You can read it all again here. Well dear readers, it has happened again.

I just received an e-mail from another friend from high school, who also happens to already be a single mom, announcing her pregnancy (also unplanned with dad #2).

What the Hell is going on? I know that I haven't raised any kids (yet), but I also know that it's not easy. It's a huge commitment! Plus, we're not young anymore, we're 37 years old! I would have thought that both of these women would have learned from their past mistakes and taken the necessary precautions.

I hate admitting that I'm not happy for them, but I'm not. They're already sending me e-mails about wanting to share pregnancy stories, etc and, quite frankly, I'm not interested.

My husband and I tried for years to get pregnant. We lost our first pregnancy and had to spend thousands of dollars to achieve this pregnancy. I know so many of you have struggled longer and had even harder journeys on your path to parenthood. I just can't be happy for these 2 women.

Yes, I'm a little bitter. Yes, that's a little immature, well maybe a lot immature. I just don't understand how the world works. Why some are made to suffer so much while others don't appreciate what they have.

I do want to clarify one thing. I am happy for my friends when they get pregnant especially when I know that they have been trying to get pregnant (whether the pregnancy takes 1 cycle or 25!). But I have a hard time being happy when the pregnancy is unplanned and the woman is not in a place to have a baby (be it because of relationship, money issues, personal issues, whatever).

Maybe the lesson for us Infertiles is this: don't be stable, work a string of crappy jobs, go out and party and drink every single weekend, sleep with lots of men, don't settle down and BOOM - you'll see your BFP!


PS - Thanks for reading. I promise to be less of a grump the next time an unplanned pregnancy bomb lands in my inbox!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Glucose Tolerance Test = Frustration!

On Friday I had my glucose tolerance test booked for 10am. I don't work on Fridays so I've been trying to book all of my appointments and tests for Friday so I can cut down on the amount of work that I miss.


The day started out rushed. I was sleeping really well and I was really cozy so I didn't want to get up. When I finally did I had to rush around to make sure that I got the appointment on time.

I was dreading the test I've heard such horrible things about it. All I knew going in was that they were going to make me drink a really sweet orange drink then make me wait for an hour, and then draw my blood. I'm not a fan of really sweet things so I wasn't looking forward to it.

But it turns out the drink wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. It was still really sweet, and I would never drink it for pleasure, but I was expecting much worse. In actuality, it reminded me of the McDonald's orange drink.

So I drank it down and I waited, and waited. After about a 1/2 hour I started to feel dizzy, thank goodness that passed. At about 45 minutes the Progeny got really active. At about 1 hour 15 minutes I was starting to think that they had forgotten about me. I waited a little longer then I went up to the counter and asked them. "Oh no" she said "you have another 1/2 hour to go". Okay, so maybe my Dr. prefers a 2 hour test, not a 1 hour test.

I go back to my seat and continue reading my book. After a while I check the time. I drank my drink at 9:50 am - it was now 11:20am - that's 2.5 hours! I go up to the counter again. This time they take me back and draw my blood. Finally! I was really getting hungry.

I go about my business for the day (somewhat altered as I had lost an hour and a half). Later, after I get home I get a phone call. It's the lab. She tells me that I have to go back and re-do the test. My first thought was that I had failed the test. This shocked me! But no, she said that it was supposed to be a 1 hour test! Isn't that what I tried to tell them??

She said that I have to go back ASAP to get it done. I said that I would do it the next day (Saturday) and that it would be the most convenient for me to go back to the same lab. No problem, she said that she will fax over the info right away and that I wouldn't need an appointment.

So now it's Saturday morning. I make my way to the lab to re-do this unpleasant, time-sucking test. I find a parking spot and climb the stairs and lo and behold. They're closed for the weekend! Don't you think they could have told me that when they called yesterday??? Now I'll have to take time off work on Monday to go and do this.

Not happy!


Friday, September 17, 2010

Patient Safety FAIL!

Today I was at the medical lab for my gestational diabetes test (more on that in another post) and a few other tests - including a urine test.

I thought that by now I would be a pro and giving a urine sample, but whether it was "baby brain", or a bigger belly, I was sent back to the minors. Basically, I peed all over my hand. I hope that this is the last of the urine tests!

While in the clinic washroom I noticed this on the wall:

Then I looked closer and realized that there's no button there! It's a good thing I peeing on your own hand isn't considered an emergency!


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Showing Off My Creative Side

I've never hid the fact that I am freaked out that we will lose this baby. It's hard to think positive when your only other pregnancy experience ended in miscarriage (and I only had 1, so many of you have lost several). Even now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop (but it is getting better).

So I put off buying anything for our baby, and put it off and put it off. I just couldn't imagine rushing out to buy clothing and furniture and then having to look at it everyday if we had another loss.

A few weeks ago I went out with some of the gals from the office to paint pottery. I used to paint pottery pretty regularly a few years ago. I really enjoy it and I find it relaxing, plus it allows me to explore my creative side. But eventually you run out of things to paint. How many mugs does one person really need?

I arrived early to the studio to take a look around and to figure out what I should paint. As I looked at the shelves and at all the plates, mugs, candle sticks, etc. I found a gem. A sock monkey bank! How could I resist? I could finally buy something for the baby's room.

And here it is:


He will eventually reside in the baby's room - for now he sits on the dining room table until our bedroom renos are done. It's handy to have a place for all of our pennies.

We can now check off one more thing on the to-do list for baby: start college fund - check!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Under 100!


I'm in the homestretch! Can you believe it? I don't know if I can (I think I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop). The other day my pregnancy countdown reached 100 days to go!

In honour of this milestone (and viability) we finally went out shopping for the baby. My parents have graciously offered to buy us the crib, but didn't like the one that we had selected (I still think it looks awesome). So we went out to check out a couple of stores. There's this one store in town that's really trendy and has lots of cool baby stuff. They're a bit pricy-er, but the quality is very good too. The sales lady let us know that it could take 10 - 12 weeks to receive some of the items.

10 - 12 weeks?! Yikes! This baby could be here before that! Time to get over our fears and get on it!

We didn't get a crib yet but did end up ordering a kick ass glider/recliner, an infant car seat, and we brought home a stroller and the car seat adapter. I'm starting to think that it's going to cost us as much to get outfitted for this kid as it did to create this kid! But at least we've passed this milestone.

So today I went out and registered for the baby and bought a crib bedding set. The good news is that the stroller and bedding set was on sale. Now I just want to get the baby's room all set up (but can't until the renos are done).

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Today's Ultrasound

I'm back from my unexpected ultrasound (see previous post). The results are mixed. My placenta is indeed very low lying. Right now it is only about 0.5 cm from my cervix. A little too close for comfort if you ask me. What that means is that if I see any spotting or bleeding, I need to go straight to the hospital.

Also, the baby is measuring small (but still within the normal range). The OB wants to do 2 more ultrasounds to monitor my progress. The next one in 2 weeks, and another one in 4 weeks. He's hopeful that as the baby and the uterus grow that the placenta will move away from the cervix. If the placenta does not move I will most likely be labelled as "high risk" and will have to eventually go on bed rest.

The good news is, other than being a little on the small size, the baby is doing great. The heartbeat is strong and the baby is very active.

So they discharged me and said to take it easy. Nothing strenuous (i.e. no lifting and no sex). But better safe than sorry.

My plan is to take life easy and to ignore a lot of the crap that comes my way (read: work). I'll be talking to my managers tomorrow to see what we can do at work to make things easier, and there will be no more quick stops at the grocery store on my way home from work.

It's no surprise that the baby is small. I haven't quite gained 10 pounds yet. I've been eating a lot of fruits and veggies and don't really have the appetite for meats. I will do my best to pack on the pounds in the next 2 weeks and hope that the baby absorbs most of it.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

First Visit to L&D

My worst fears started to come true last night. Around 10 pm I started to feel a little wet "down there". While the one side of my brain was worrying, the rational side kept saying "relax, it's just some discharge, perfectly normal". Only it wasn't. I was bleeding.

In about 2 minutes flat I peed, changed into jeans, grabbed my purse, told Hubby to put his jeans on, fed the cats and was out the door.

At my 18 week anatomy ultrasound my uterus was really contracted (a side effect of holding a bladder full of pee for a long time). It wouldn't relax and the tech couldn't get a clear shot of my placenta. She said that it was awfully close to my cervix, but couldn't be sure of its exact location. I was told by my Dr. to go straight to the hospital, do not stop and pass GO, if I experienced any bleeding at all.

So that's what we did last night. First let me say that babies must really like to screw with long weekends. Labour & Delivery (L&D) was full up - but they did manage to find me a bed. By then the bleeding was slowing down and thankfully I wasn't cramping at all.

I was of course panicked. Not in a freaking out in tears kind of way, but rather in an eerie calm sort of way (except for my shaking hands). The nurse went to put me on the monitor and had some trouble finding the Progeny's heartbeat. I was sure that it was all over. But she found it! And it was strong and steady. I was on the monitor for about an hour. He was a superstar. Lots of movement and the heartbeat stayed steady.

They wanted to do an ultrasound rather than a pelvic exam due to the potential risk of placenta previa, but there was no way to have a complete diagnostic scan done until the morning. Since they were really busy they debated keeping until morning or sending me home. The Doctor on call finally decided to take a peek at my cervix first. She did and it looked good.

Before sending me home she gave me a prescription for a second inhaler in hopes that will help with my allergic cough that I have developed in the past 2 weeks. Her theory is that I burst a blood vessel when I was coughing.

This morning I spoke with the nurse. The doctors have decided to wait until Tuesday for my ultrasound (again, most likely due to the long weekend). Until then, my butt will either be on the couch or in bed. Which sucks, but better safe than sorry.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Once An Infertile, Always An Infertile

This is the post where you all get to see what a small person I am. Earlier today I got an e-mail from a friend that I've known since high school. She announced that she's 20 weeks pregnant.


Of course this is good news, I know that this is good news. When isn't a baby good news? Instead I got sad and even a little angry.

You see this will be her 3rd child. Each of her children was conceived as an "oops", and each child has a different father. She didn't have to pay close to $10,000 just to get pregnant.

I've been together with Hubby since before she got pregnant with her first. We did the responsible thing and finished our schooling, got jobs, got married, and bought a house long before we ever started to TTC. And we tried (oh lord how we tried) to get pregnant. I'm not saying that we will be better parents or that we will have more love for our child than she will, but we certainly know which blessings to count.

I wonder if she were to tell me that she struggled to conceive this time if I would be happier for her?

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Progeny Update

Hi all, I thought I'd give you a quick update on how our Progeny is doing. I had my monthly doctor appointment today. No worries on weight gain (although I am the heaviest that I have ever been), my blood pressure is a little low, but they are happy about that. The baby's heartbeat (although hard to find because of activity) is strong and regular at 140 bpm.

My only complaint is my allergies which, although they are better this summer than the past 2 summers, are a pain in the butt. I also seem to have developed a smoker's cough - presumably from all of the forest fire smoke in the air. My doctor said that she would rather I not suffer and prescribed an antihistamine spray to take until the season ends.

It's nearly time for the dreaded glucose tolerance test. That's where they have me drink a glass of nearly pure syrup and then take my blood to see how I process it in order to check for gestational diabetes. I'm not looking forward to that one, but at least I don't have to fast!

And they booked my next ultrasound appointment for early October. One of the benefits of being a wee bit older, and having a stubborn child, means that you get to have a lot more ultrasounds. This next one will be #4. It will be interesting to see the changes that have occurred in the past 3 months.


Hopefully by then our household renovations will be complete. As you know, we have been de-80's our house for the past 6 years, one room at a time (as we can afford it). We've put off doing the bedrooms out of laziness (it's a pain to clean out the rooms). We're finally doing it. So, starting next week we will be living in disarray for awhile. Both bedrooms and the hall are getting new floors, both closets will get new organizers and doors, the track lighting is getting the boot, we'll freshen up the paint, and the guest/baby room will get new blinds. It will look great when it's done, but it's a pain in the butt to get it done!

Once the work is done we can finally start buying things for the Progeny. I know that we have lots of time left, but we know that it will go by quickly as well. Hopefully the renos don't drain our savings completely.

While walking home from my appointment today (and listening to my iPod) I've decided that the theme song to this pregnancy should be I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones!

And that's about it.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Playground Sign WIN


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