Monday, June 17, 2013

Post-Surprise Announcement thru 12 weeks

I'm such a horrible blogger anymore.  And I have no excuse why!  Well, maybe it has to be 1st trimester exhaustion and an every moving 21 month old?  Nahhh....that can't be it.  My other blogging friends find time for it!

Well, since I let the cat out of bag...what's been happening?  In no particular order....

Today marks 11w6d, so we have ALMOST made it out of the first trimester...woo hoo!  I made it through my first round of progesterone shots...Adam is soooooo glad to be done with those!  We've seen my MFM twice so far and gotten my cerclage scheduled (more to come on that).  I've traveled out of state and freaked the crap out while I was gone...and probably more!

My first appointment with my MFM on June 7th was an interesting one!  We got there for a 3:40 appointment and was finally called back.  As the nurse took me to get my vitals, my Dr. said "You know what's funny?" and my response was "It feels like you just saw us yesterday"?  He then said something that I didn't quite understand, he repeated himself, and the nurse asked me "Do you blog?".  I said yes, and then my Dr. told me that he had just come across my blog that morning!  He was looking for reviews and searched his name and cerclage, and he came across my post about my cerclage I had with Cameron!  He remembered Bailey's name, he said that as he was going through posts, he was seeing pictures and he was saying "I remember her.  I recognize her husband too!" and then lo and behold, here we come mozying in that afternoon!  The nurse told me "We've been talking about you all day and you didn't even know it!". 

My first ultrasound with his office showed a bouncing baby.  It was too early to do NT scan, but with this scan, Dr. Mirabile took a guess at what Baby E is going to be...he thinks a girl!  Now, my calculations that worked with both Bailey and Cameron says boy...so I'm sticking with it, but even after our NT scan today, we saw a baby with it's legs crossed and I saw NOTHING that indicated a little boy.  Still so early though!

We talked about reviews usually being about the wait time.  Yes, their office wait time is long, but like I told him...as long as he gets me to the end and we get a healthy baby to take home...I don't care how long I have to wait to be seen.  When you go through something like what have, the wait in minor in the grand scheme of it all.

We scheduled my cerclage for July 6th @ 10:00 a.m.  I'll be 14w4d...and I was kind of freaking out (okay, no kind of...I was freaking out after the pains of last week), especially after a physical check of my cervix yielded comments of "closed" (yay!), firm (yay!), but stubby (wtf?!).  Stubby?  STUBBY?  Yikes.

Baby E's profile on 6/7/13 - 10w3d

Fast forward to Tuesday/Wednesday of last week.  I had to go to Rogers/Bentonville, Arkansas for a meeting for work.  It was an overnight trip.  I went with a group and after we got there, we went to dinner.  Ate at an Italian restaurant called Carrabas.  I had chicken fettucine alfredo.  It was delicious when I ate it...at 1:30 a.m. though, I regretted it. 

After tire hell (we had a huge knot on one tire and ended up at Wal-Mart at 8:30 at night to get a new one) and finally getting back to the hotel, I went to bed while watching Nick at Nite (The Nanny).  At 1:30 a.m., I woke up for a dead sleep with the worst pain ever in my stomach.  Praying with all my might, I was praying it was gas...passed a little gas...oh, sweet relief.  Five minutes later though, pain again.  Again passed gas...relief!  Again, five minutes later...more pain.  I was having flashbacks to waking up in the middle of the night in 2010...on April 30th, 2010, thinking it was gas pains, and then realizing on the way to the hospital that I was having contractions.  And here I am, sitting in room 522 of the Holiday Inn about to flip out because:  1.  I'm cramping and hurting.  2.  I'm in freaking Arkansas!  3.  I have no car, because I rode with others.  And I had no idea what I was going to do.  Then I felt it...the gurgling in my belly and the worst urge to throw up I think I've ever had.  I got up, ate a couple of Tums (knowing that one of two things was going to happen...either I would throw up or my stomach would start to settle), sat in the floor of that white tiled bathroom and waited.  Once I finally felt better (belly settled...I didn't throw up...just in case you were wondering...), I went back to bed, and started dozing and then felt another pang...I looked at the clock and had I felt better, I would have done a happy dance had I felt a little better...it had been 20 minutes since the last pain!  It really was gas!  Hooray!  LOL!

But, the Arkansas drama doesn't end there.  I get up and go to my meeting on Wednesday, and about halfway through the meeting, I start hurting...down there.  The best analogy I could come up with to explain it to my Dr's office...it felt like the inside of my nether-regions was a bag of potato chips...and someone REALLY wanted that bag open.  That's what I would equate it to.  And it was not cool.  This prompted a phone call to my Dr.'s office after the meeting was over, and they worked me in on Thursday.  I love their office.  They know I'm a worrying freak and they tolerate it.  They deserve something...something good! 

Thursday's work-in appointment resulted in a cervix check (firm, rock hard, and yes stubby, but she said it could be from all the procedures I've had).  Check for infection, and no infection found.  They did a sono while I was there with their portable machine.  Sono showed a baby using my uterus as it's own personal moon bounce (it looked like a pinball machine going on in there) and a baby playing with it's umbilical cord.  Silly kid.  If this baby is as active once it's bigger as it is now...I won't have to worry about having a lazy baby like Cameron was while in utero.

NT scan today showed low chances for Downs, just waiting on the blood work to come back.  Cerclage is scheduled for July 6th, so now we wait.  I don't go back to the MFM's office until August 5th for another ultrasound...I'll be about 18 weeks (I think...I calculated it earlier, but I forget, and I'm too lazy to recalculate).  Little concerned because we NEVER went that far in between appointments with Cameron.  It's just weird to me.  I'm ready to get stitched up though.  I think that will help alleviate a little of the anxiety. 

Baby E says "I'm looking at YOU!".  6/17/2013 - 11w6d

Thank goodness for Cameron.  She keeps me busy enough most of the time that I don't have time to think about everything going on.  When I can't think about it, I'm okay.  It's those times I have time to think...oh, sheesh.

I'll try to do better to update more often!  I've said that before, huh?  I really will try!

1 comments:

Brie said...

You better keep it up...just for me (:

Sorry for the scare. I think we're more sensitive to these things after all we've been through. Here's to an uneventful remaining 7 months,