On the 2nd Trimester Message Boards, they talk about feeling flutters, tickles, ghostly pokes, and what is described as a fish flipping over around 14 weeks. My book says nothing about feeling the baby yet, but many I know have mentioned these sensations around 15-16 weeks.
All I feel is pain and soreness, which I investigated via Google. In addition to RLP (round ligament Pain) the other twinges and constant soreness could not be explained until I found some information that said “Women with high hormone levels can experience feelings of soreness in the abdominal area through 18 weeks.” Well, we already know my progesterone level was through the roof (see stats to the left) and I have PCOS which makes my hormones batty anyway.
So am I not feeling the early signs of baby due to the soreness? Is the soreness more powerful than any flutter? Or am I not feeling the baby for some other reason?
I am not thinking there is something wrong, because I feel like my stomach is changing and firming up and rounding out. I wouldn’t be progressing like that if something was wrong. Right?
Last night, I looked in my book to see when it said I would start feeling movement and it actually said that “if you have had a baby before, you may start to feel movement around Week 17.”
So are these girls full of gas or is the Pregnancy Bible outdated and out of touch? All I know is that I can feel/see a difference in my stomach. I still have RLP occasionally, gas all the time, heartburn all the time, and abdominal tenderness/soreness quite frequently.
I think this period of Second Tri is a lull in pregnancy. You start feeling better after the “torture” of first tri ute stabs, puking and exhaustion but you aren’t feeling anything different quite yet.
Given HLB’s name, I’m considering this more of the Calm before the Storm. I have a feeling my little Hurricane is going to be a doozy and pack quite a punch once it becomes active.
Showing posts with label symptoms. Show all posts
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Friday, October 1, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
PCOS Symptoms During Pregnancy
Let’s dispel another pesky myth the doctor’s tell you: PCOS symptoms lessen during pregnancy. BRRRRUUURRRRRNNNNNTTTTT (my best guess of spelling that annoying buzzer sound).
The only PCOS symptom that has “disappeared” for me is the crazy non regular periods with heavy clotting and cramps. Well DUH, I’m pregnant; I would HOPE that had disappeared. What they FAIL to tell you is that all those other symptoms that are taboo to discuss increase.
Oh yes, my dears, if you think you had some stray eyebrow hairs before (aka on your chin), be prepared for a full on BEARD during pregnancy. That delicate mustache you insist on calling peach fuzz? You can now give Yosemite Sam a run for his money.
Now I, personally, have always had extra thick hair and great nails and pregnancy has definitely enhanced those traits. My nails are gorgeous, my hair is lustrous and growing long and my skin, while a bit oilier, is actually clear for the most part.
Did I mention I now have to tweeze my boobs though? Go ahead, reread. I’ll wait.
Done? Okay. I have a feeling; it won’t be too long before I have to shave my stomach. (and you thought the boob statement was going to be the worst! HA). There is now hair growing on every inch of my body I think. Shaving the ladybits has become a lesson in HEDGE trimming and sapling sawing. If it was a forest before, it’s a jungle now and frankly I’m too darned lazy to care a whole heck of a lot.
Plan on shaving those legs every day too. I used to be able to get away with every other day but that went out the window about 3 weeks ago.
Needless to say, while you are struggling to eat healthy, trying to stay awake, keep your balance and not look like a frumpy ragamuffin everyday, you also get the extra bonus of looking like a sasquatch! I’m not complaining, I just don’t want you all to be disillusioned about what lies ahead.
My darling husband has been kind enough to offer to teach me to shave my face on numerous occasions as I hog the bathroom mirror EVERY night hunting those chin hairs and using wax strips. Not helping darling.
The only PCOS symptom that has “disappeared” for me is the crazy non regular periods with heavy clotting and cramps. Well DUH, I’m pregnant; I would HOPE that had disappeared. What they FAIL to tell you is that all those other symptoms that are taboo to discuss increase.
Oh yes, my dears, if you think you had some stray eyebrow hairs before (aka on your chin), be prepared for a full on BEARD during pregnancy. That delicate mustache you insist on calling peach fuzz? You can now give Yosemite Sam a run for his money.
Now I, personally, have always had extra thick hair and great nails and pregnancy has definitely enhanced those traits. My nails are gorgeous, my hair is lustrous and growing long and my skin, while a bit oilier, is actually clear for the most part.
Did I mention I now have to tweeze my boobs though? Go ahead, reread. I’ll wait.
Done? Okay. I have a feeling; it won’t be too long before I have to shave my stomach. (and you thought the boob statement was going to be the worst! HA). There is now hair growing on every inch of my body I think. Shaving the ladybits has become a lesson in HEDGE trimming and sapling sawing. If it was a forest before, it’s a jungle now and frankly I’m too darned lazy to care a whole heck of a lot.
Plan on shaving those legs every day too. I used to be able to get away with every other day but that went out the window about 3 weeks ago.
Needless to say, while you are struggling to eat healthy, trying to stay awake, keep your balance and not look like a frumpy ragamuffin everyday, you also get the extra bonus of looking like a sasquatch! I’m not complaining, I just don’t want you all to be disillusioned about what lies ahead.
My darling husband has been kind enough to offer to teach me to shave my face on numerous occasions as I hog the bathroom mirror EVERY night hunting those chin hairs and using wax strips. Not helping darling.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Locked and Loaded
Let’s talk about my nipples shall we, because frankly I’m obsessed with this topic? I’ve had the occasional problem with nipple hardness and tenderness. Last night however, they felt like someone was ripping them off. I literally sat with a heating pad across my breasts for an hour before I got some comfort.
This morning, they are at it again. Granted I sit underneath an air-conditioning unit at work but this is ridiculous. I have on a cable knit SWEATER (with it being 92 outside), a cotton t-shirt and a cotton seamless bra and they are already aching. It’s not even 9:30am. How am I supposed to get through the day dealing with this? I do not have a heating pad. I also work in a cramped little office with four men. It’s not like I can sit here holding my breasts or holding my shirt away from my breasts in front of them! Three of them don’t even know I’m pregnant (though they may be starting to suspect it)!
So here I sit miserably trying not to puke again. On top of that my gas is atrocious. I literally have gas bubbles rioting happily through my body. They occasionally exit, quite loudly and obnoxiously sometimes causing me to puke on top of it. For the most part though, they just make me feel like they are going to explode out of my stomach with their interpretation of Sigourney Weaver giving birth to an Alien circa 1988.
I’ve thus come to the conclusion, that the problems are not independent of each other. The GAS is trying to exit through my nipples in true torpedo titty style. I could take out half my coworkers in a blaze of glory that would be remembered in history books by firing rounds of gas bombs by cupping my breast and pointing my nipples! Maybe then I could gain some relief! I think the Second Amendment should be adjusted to include the right to “bare” breasts especially in war time situations.
If I am this run down to the point of wishing I had stayed home, how in the world am I going to make it through 3rd tri when I’m uncomfortable and exhausted? Is 3rd tri truly worse than 1st?
This morning, they are at it again. Granted I sit underneath an air-conditioning unit at work but this is ridiculous. I have on a cable knit SWEATER (with it being 92 outside), a cotton t-shirt and a cotton seamless bra and they are already aching. It’s not even 9:30am. How am I supposed to get through the day dealing with this? I do not have a heating pad. I also work in a cramped little office with four men. It’s not like I can sit here holding my breasts or holding my shirt away from my breasts in front of them! Three of them don’t even know I’m pregnant (though they may be starting to suspect it)!
So here I sit miserably trying not to puke again. On top of that my gas is atrocious. I literally have gas bubbles rioting happily through my body. They occasionally exit, quite loudly and obnoxiously sometimes causing me to puke on top of it. For the most part though, they just make me feel like they are going to explode out of my stomach with their interpretation of Sigourney Weaver giving birth to an Alien circa 1988.
I’ve thus come to the conclusion, that the problems are not independent of each other. The GAS is trying to exit through my nipples in true torpedo titty style. I could take out half my coworkers in a blaze of glory that would be remembered in history books by firing rounds of gas bombs by cupping my breast and pointing my nipples! Maybe then I could gain some relief! I think the Second Amendment should be adjusted to include the right to “bare” breasts especially in war time situations.
If I am this run down to the point of wishing I had stayed home, how in the world am I going to make it through 3rd tri when I’m uncomfortable and exhausted? Is 3rd tri truly worse than 1st?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Solving the National Gas Shortage Crisis
America will not have a gas shortage in the next 7 months. How do I know this? Because I can guarantee my body can make up any differences in the gas department. The heartburn may be easing a tad bit, but the gas has bloomed in full force.
I lay awake most of the night last night with my stomach doing somersaults and passing some of the longest winded, loudly obnoxious gas of my life. I think the only thing that comes remotely close is the time DH ran me out of the bedroom after eating 6 bowls of chili. At one point, I scared the cat off the bed and woke DH up with it. I’m so glad after 6 years of being together we have moved beyond the point where I run into another room if I have to poot or burp.
It is insane ya’ll. I have to admit too, after yesterday, when my body flushed every bit of fluid out the exit (I lost two pounds in less than four hours yo), I feared sharting. I can’t believe I’m even saying that because proper Southern women don’t speak of such things, but let’s be real here. When you experience fluid release on short notice with a grumbling of stomach, the fear of pooting liquid becomes a very real and tangible thing. So half the night I was running to the bathroom to release gas into the toilet, just in case.
Needless to say, it was a very restless night. At one point, I contemplated getting up and cleaning the house but I was torn between being noisy and waking DH up and trying to get any sleep I could even if it meant washing the sheets in the a.m.
Please don’t think I’m complaining. I will gladly take sleepless gas filled nights, heartburn and nausea in exchange for a healthy baby. I am however, fascinated at all these changes my body is going through. New symptoms seem to crop up daily. Some I have experienced before and some are just a little bit “more” this time around.
For now though, I’m just happy to know that my baby will never leave me stranded as we can fill the tank with the never-ending supply of gas. I feel sorry for the poor bloke who walks behind me and tries to light a cigarette. It may have an atomic effect on NC.
I lay awake most of the night last night with my stomach doing somersaults and passing some of the longest winded, loudly obnoxious gas of my life. I think the only thing that comes remotely close is the time DH ran me out of the bedroom after eating 6 bowls of chili. At one point, I scared the cat off the bed and woke DH up with it. I’m so glad after 6 years of being together we have moved beyond the point where I run into another room if I have to poot or burp.
It is insane ya’ll. I have to admit too, after yesterday, when my body flushed every bit of fluid out the exit (I lost two pounds in less than four hours yo), I feared sharting. I can’t believe I’m even saying that because proper Southern women don’t speak of such things, but let’s be real here. When you experience fluid release on short notice with a grumbling of stomach, the fear of pooting liquid becomes a very real and tangible thing. So half the night I was running to the bathroom to release gas into the toilet, just in case.
Needless to say, it was a very restless night. At one point, I contemplated getting up and cleaning the house but I was torn between being noisy and waking DH up and trying to get any sleep I could even if it meant washing the sheets in the a.m.
Please don’t think I’m complaining. I will gladly take sleepless gas filled nights, heartburn and nausea in exchange for a healthy baby. I am however, fascinated at all these changes my body is going through. New symptoms seem to crop up daily. Some I have experienced before and some are just a little bit “more” this time around.
For now though, I’m just happy to know that my baby will never leave me stranded as we can fill the tank with the never-ending supply of gas. I feel sorry for the poor bloke who walks behind me and tries to light a cigarette. It may have an atomic effect on NC.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Happy Butt what..
I think my Prentals may truly be miracle pills. Every other day I am racked by a stomach ache. From the gut gurgling pain you would expect constipation and while there is often a considerable amount of pushing and vomit inducing gorans of pain, the consistency stays on the softer side and once started usually exits with some ease. Were it not for these brown horse pills, I'm pretty sure I would be screaming for an enima by now.
I distinctly remember my first bout of pregnancy induced constipation. It was miserable. I have been very lucky thus far in that these pills seem to be preventing the scales tipping over into hardcore realm of constipation.
I must thank my new insurance here. Last year, I loved teh sample of PreNexa so much I tried to fill the prescription to the tune of $200.00 per month. Apparently, Blue Cross and Blue Shield has something against pregnant women having comfortable bowels.
This time, with the new insurance it is only $35.00 per month. Much more reasonable and budget friendly. So I am in a $35.00 per month prenatal pill bliss with happy bowels and butt.
I'm sure you wanted to know all that.
I distinctly remember my first bout of pregnancy induced constipation. It was miserable. I have been very lucky thus far in that these pills seem to be preventing the scales tipping over into hardcore realm of constipation.
I must thank my new insurance here. Last year, I loved teh sample of PreNexa so much I tried to fill the prescription to the tune of $200.00 per month. Apparently, Blue Cross and Blue Shield has something against pregnant women having comfortable bowels.
This time, with the new insurance it is only $35.00 per month. Much more reasonable and budget friendly. So I am in a $35.00 per month prenatal pill bliss with happy bowels and butt.
I'm sure you wanted to know all that.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
It's a new dance: The Fester and Rot
I can feel anger and impatience festering up inside of me and I can’t stop it. I knew this morning that I was going to be in a bad mood today. I’m snappish and pissy. There is so much negativity that wants to spew that I’m choking on it in my throat. I don’t know why.
I’ve always thought that women who blame everything negative they do on pregnancy were frauds and couldn’t own up to having emotions or faults. I have plenty of faults. Mood swings have always been one of them. I can’t blame this on pregnancy because I’ve had days like this long before I ever got pregnant. Can I blame my effed up hormone imbalance? Maybe, but it’s me. It’s just the way I am, have always been.
I, like everyone else in the world, have bad days. I have bad things that all conspire together to hit me at once and make my day worse. I take things wrong and I also sometimes just see them clearly because I don’t have it in me to make excuses for them. When I’m in these moods I don’t try and justify other’s reasons because frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Trying to always rationalize all sides and walk a middle ground is exhausting. Sometimes I just need to throw in the towel and quit being strong and quit appeasing people and let them deal with the real me since I have to deal with them on a daily basis. Today is that day.
Maybe it all started from the dream I woke up from this morning. I dreamed we were at the ultrasound and there were two little sacs that had not grown past 5 weeks. No babies. No heartbeats. They also found cancer on my brain and my sister was happy about it. What kind of fucked up dream is that on top of a restless night? Strike 1.
I’m trying to wade through a pile of paperwork and things to do. I’ve faxed in my Certification of coverage from my previous insurance so my new insurance will quit denying everything as “preexisting condition.” I noticed that the termination date was two pay periods BEFORE they quit taking the $150.00 from DH’s check which pissed me the hell off. That’s $300.00 we are short that the company is denying giving back to us. Strike 2.
I’m having really sharp pains on either side of my lower abdomen with strong smelling dark urine. That scares me. Everything to do with my body scares me right now. I really just want to hide away from the world, scream at everyone to leave me alone, and not resurface until after Friday morning. Strike 3.
This doesn’t even include some other thoughts in my head over other situations and people in my life.
I’m out. I’m over this day and its not even 10:30 a.m. How in the hell am I supposed to make it through the rest of this week?
I’ve always thought that women who blame everything negative they do on pregnancy were frauds and couldn’t own up to having emotions or faults. I have plenty of faults. Mood swings have always been one of them. I can’t blame this on pregnancy because I’ve had days like this long before I ever got pregnant. Can I blame my effed up hormone imbalance? Maybe, but it’s me. It’s just the way I am, have always been.
I, like everyone else in the world, have bad days. I have bad things that all conspire together to hit me at once and make my day worse. I take things wrong and I also sometimes just see them clearly because I don’t have it in me to make excuses for them. When I’m in these moods I don’t try and justify other’s reasons because frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Trying to always rationalize all sides and walk a middle ground is exhausting. Sometimes I just need to throw in the towel and quit being strong and quit appeasing people and let them deal with the real me since I have to deal with them on a daily basis. Today is that day.
Maybe it all started from the dream I woke up from this morning. I dreamed we were at the ultrasound and there were two little sacs that had not grown past 5 weeks. No babies. No heartbeats. They also found cancer on my brain and my sister was happy about it. What kind of fucked up dream is that on top of a restless night? Strike 1.
I’m trying to wade through a pile of paperwork and things to do. I’ve faxed in my Certification of coverage from my previous insurance so my new insurance will quit denying everything as “preexisting condition.” I noticed that the termination date was two pay periods BEFORE they quit taking the $150.00 from DH’s check which pissed me the hell off. That’s $300.00 we are short that the company is denying giving back to us. Strike 2.
I’m having really sharp pains on either side of my lower abdomen with strong smelling dark urine. That scares me. Everything to do with my body scares me right now. I really just want to hide away from the world, scream at everyone to leave me alone, and not resurface until after Friday morning. Strike 3.
This doesn’t even include some other thoughts in my head over other situations and people in my life.
I’m out. I’m over this day and its not even 10:30 a.m. How in the hell am I supposed to make it through the rest of this week?
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Ode to a Wilted Southern Flower
I’m struggling today. I feel like one of my little red petunias in my porch planter that has wilted in this horrid NC heat wave. It’s a struggle to bloom and be colorful when your leaves are dragging the ground, your earth is parched and cracked and the sun is beating you down. Not even the bees are attracted to your pollen.
Southern belles are never supposed to look wilted and weak. We are proud women who even in a heat wave sip our sweet iced tea and fan ourselves with big cartwheel hats while saying things like “fiddle dee dee” and “bless your heart.” (Okay, I don’t say the first one but I do say the second). We serve up fried chicken, grit casserole and coleslaw in the blink of an eye and always have some type of pie and casserole fixings on hand for emergency rations (new neighbors, babies, funerals). We are garden warriors, over the fence rail gossipers, flower mavens, and manipulative maidens disguised as sweet maple syrup and fresh honey. We do not WILT or fail.
My southern belle card is going to be revoked soon. I can feel it. I’m still not sleeping. I do not know what the deal is. Besides being up 20 times last night to relieve my bladder and intestines (oh what, I said we were polite in the South, I didn’t say we didn’t blab about our bodily functions on the internet!) I lay there all night, tossing and turning, uncomfortable and mad. I’m mad at the world today. I woke up that way this morning. I was ticked off at the alarm clock which went off a total of 5 times every 9 minutes before my husband woke up enough to sit up and turn it off. After the fourth time I threw the covers back and stomped to the dining room to take the dogs out. I was furious. I don’t even know why. The alarm did what it does every day, as did my husband. Nothing changed either of them. It was ME that was exhausted, ill and irate.
I worked out yesterday: walked and swam. I went to bed at the normal time with a glass of milk. I was tired from not sleeping the past few nights. By all standards, I SHOULD have slept last night. Oh nooooo, I apparently don’t follow logical standards. So today I’m alternating between being deliriously spastic and a walking zombie hugging my cup of green tea.
I’m not stressed or worried per say. I’m on a rather even and calm ground yesterday and today. I’m a little irritated as they scheduled my second interview for August 19th at 9am so I had to reschedule my ultrasound YET AGAIN to the 20th. My Dr’s office and my husband are getting irritated on having to work around my job. This is the second time I’ve rescheduled and just a few minutes ago the meeting for the 18th got cancelled so if I had never started rescheduling, I would have been fine. Very frustrating, but yet none of that has any bearing on not sleeping last night or waking up ill as a hornet this morning as all of that happened AFTER the fact.
So here I am, irrationally ill, exhausted and deciding if I want more apple juice bad enough to stop by the store on the way home. Apple juice and I have become great friends this past week. ::ponders whether that may have something to do with my nighttime bathroom trips and sleeplessness:: I actually think I may choose apple juice over sleep. Interesting.
Southern belles are never supposed to look wilted and weak. We are proud women who even in a heat wave sip our sweet iced tea and fan ourselves with big cartwheel hats while saying things like “fiddle dee dee” and “bless your heart.” (Okay, I don’t say the first one but I do say the second). We serve up fried chicken, grit casserole and coleslaw in the blink of an eye and always have some type of pie and casserole fixings on hand for emergency rations (new neighbors, babies, funerals). We are garden warriors, over the fence rail gossipers, flower mavens, and manipulative maidens disguised as sweet maple syrup and fresh honey. We do not WILT or fail.
My southern belle card is going to be revoked soon. I can feel it. I’m still not sleeping. I do not know what the deal is. Besides being up 20 times last night to relieve my bladder and intestines (oh what, I said we were polite in the South, I didn’t say we didn’t blab about our bodily functions on the internet!) I lay there all night, tossing and turning, uncomfortable and mad. I’m mad at the world today. I woke up that way this morning. I was ticked off at the alarm clock which went off a total of 5 times every 9 minutes before my husband woke up enough to sit up and turn it off. After the fourth time I threw the covers back and stomped to the dining room to take the dogs out. I was furious. I don’t even know why. The alarm did what it does every day, as did my husband. Nothing changed either of them. It was ME that was exhausted, ill and irate.
I worked out yesterday: walked and swam. I went to bed at the normal time with a glass of milk. I was tired from not sleeping the past few nights. By all standards, I SHOULD have slept last night. Oh nooooo, I apparently don’t follow logical standards. So today I’m alternating between being deliriously spastic and a walking zombie hugging my cup of green tea.
I’m not stressed or worried per say. I’m on a rather even and calm ground yesterday and today. I’m a little irritated as they scheduled my second interview for August 19th at 9am so I had to reschedule my ultrasound YET AGAIN to the 20th. My Dr’s office and my husband are getting irritated on having to work around my job. This is the second time I’ve rescheduled and just a few minutes ago the meeting for the 18th got cancelled so if I had never started rescheduling, I would have been fine. Very frustrating, but yet none of that has any bearing on not sleeping last night or waking up ill as a hornet this morning as all of that happened AFTER the fact.
So here I am, irrationally ill, exhausted and deciding if I want more apple juice bad enough to stop by the store on the way home. Apple juice and I have become great friends this past week. ::ponders whether that may have something to do with my nighttime bathroom trips and sleeplessness:: I actually think I may choose apple juice over sleep. Interesting.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I'm a Procrastinator, In Case You Didn't know
Most people have to be talked down from POAS too early. 7 dpo, if their chart looks good, they are itching to cock their leg on a pretty pink stick like a dog marking its territory.
This very feminine response is somehow absent from me. POAS scares the bajezus out of me. I haven't ever used that many in my lifetime. One or two when I first started trying but in the past 2 years? TWO. Both were positive within a day of each other. The second one was because I simply didn't believe the first one.
Last month I had to pee at the Dr.'s office before I had the lung scans just to make sure. The nurse and Dr. were so callous towards me anyway and their delivery of the news that it was negative hurt me deeply. They were so flippant about it, but these were the most rude, uncaring dr.'s I've ever come across in my lifetime. Seriously. I guess being a lung specialist doesn't require you to care about anyone. But I digress.
So despite the fact that I'm 16 dpo, I continue to put off buying a pregnancy test. TCOYF says that if you go 18 dpo above the cover line, you are pregnant. Well, no discredit to you, TCOYF, but I'm not buying it until I see a positive test even though that's EXACTLY what happened to my last BFP.
Why you ask? Because not only am I a procrastinator, but I'm also a pessimist. Let me count the reasons I am not pregnant:
1) I have no clue if we had sex remotely close to the right time (DH thinks we did).
2) We didn't use Preconcieve and I have sucktastic CM if any at all.
3) I've never ovulated on my own
4) My body hates me.
5) My temperatures are hovering, not really rising
But to be fair, I'll recount why I COULD be.
1) I had INSANE, unexplainable back pain around my kidneys for several days which is identical to what I felt with the first BFP.
2) I'm having more gas than normal (and this morning the gas bubbles are hovering in my back and it hurts like hell).
3) Stupid FF is showing a tentative ovulation.
4) My temperatures are hovering which again, is reminiscent of my BFP.
I'm scared. I'm scared of seeing a negative after this hope. I'm scared of seeing a positive after what we went through last time. Therefore, I'm putting off POAS. If I put it off long enough, my head tells me AF will show up (but if miracle of miracles I AM PREGNANT, I know this isn't true.)
This very feminine response is somehow absent from me. POAS scares the bajezus out of me. I haven't ever used that many in my lifetime. One or two when I first started trying but in the past 2 years? TWO. Both were positive within a day of each other. The second one was because I simply didn't believe the first one.
Last month I had to pee at the Dr.'s office before I had the lung scans just to make sure. The nurse and Dr. were so callous towards me anyway and their delivery of the news that it was negative hurt me deeply. They were so flippant about it, but these were the most rude, uncaring dr.'s I've ever come across in my lifetime. Seriously. I guess being a lung specialist doesn't require you to care about anyone. But I digress.
So despite the fact that I'm 16 dpo, I continue to put off buying a pregnancy test. TCOYF says that if you go 18 dpo above the cover line, you are pregnant. Well, no discredit to you, TCOYF, but I'm not buying it until I see a positive test even though that's EXACTLY what happened to my last BFP.
Why you ask? Because not only am I a procrastinator, but I'm also a pessimist. Let me count the reasons I am not pregnant:
1) I have no clue if we had sex remotely close to the right time (DH thinks we did).
2) We didn't use Preconcieve and I have sucktastic CM if any at all.
3) I've never ovulated on my own
4) My body hates me.
5) My temperatures are hovering, not really rising
But to be fair, I'll recount why I COULD be.
1) I had INSANE, unexplainable back pain around my kidneys for several days which is identical to what I felt with the first BFP.
2) I'm having more gas than normal (and this morning the gas bubbles are hovering in my back and it hurts like hell).
3) Stupid FF is showing a tentative ovulation.
4) My temperatures are hovering which again, is reminiscent of my BFP.
I'm scared. I'm scared of seeing a negative after this hope. I'm scared of seeing a positive after what we went through last time. Therefore, I'm putting off POAS. If I put it off long enough, my head tells me AF will show up (but if miracle of miracles I AM PREGNANT, I know this isn't true.)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Let's talk Baby Bumps
Not the cute belly bumps that are all the rage. I'm talking full on ACNE in wierd places. I've never been one for a lot of acne. I've had my share of monthly breakouts where I get an annoying bump or two on my chin or forehead but that's about it.
Pregnancy however, has blistered my face, legs, back and ass with bumps. Some large like Mt. Everest, some in clusters like Mount Rushmore, and some in small ranges like the foothills of North Carolina. No matter their size, they still make their presence known whether it is glaring through my inadequate foundation makeup or rubbing against my bra strap. I know they are there all day long and that I look like a frumpy gross 13 yo boy.
Ah, angel baby my love, I'm so glad you came down from heaven to nest in my ute. I will gladly take the artistic arrangement of pimples across my body for you. It is a small price to pay. Fortunately your daddy is very understanding and has shown no signs of being unattracted by them. Bless you for keeping my stomach/regurgitation tendencies mostly in tack, the pimples are a small price to pay, but you can't blame me for complaining just a bit (or naming the more annoying ones).
Pregnancy however, has blistered my face, legs, back and ass with bumps. Some large like Mt. Everest, some in clusters like Mount Rushmore, and some in small ranges like the foothills of North Carolina. No matter their size, they still make their presence known whether it is glaring through my inadequate foundation makeup or rubbing against my bra strap. I know they are there all day long and that I look like a frumpy gross 13 yo boy.
Ah, angel baby my love, I'm so glad you came down from heaven to nest in my ute. I will gladly take the artistic arrangement of pimples across my body for you. It is a small price to pay. Fortunately your daddy is very understanding and has shown no signs of being unattracted by them. Bless you for keeping my stomach/regurgitation tendencies mostly in tack, the pimples are a small price to pay, but you can't blame me for complaining just a bit (or naming the more annoying ones).
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Spawn-2, Mommy-0
Beta draw- Stuck me three times, blew a vein before blood was taken. Point 1
First throwing up incident: 6:54pm, September 1st, 2009. Point 2
Strange sharp stabbing pains on right side (feels like cyst rupture or ovulation pain) all day but no blood. Highly uncomfortable. No points.
Exhaustion times 10 all day including a nap on the picnic tables in the sun at work- No points.
Truly feeling pregnant: Priceless.
While I do not relish the puking chuncks, I secretly love the fact that it is typical pregnancy symptoms which lets me know Baby B is in there.
DH is loving it too. Probably loving it MORE than me since he doesn't actually have to feel any of it.
The amount of painful and uncomfortable symptoms that come and go randomly are a bit unnerving though. I'm sorry if all these litte thoughts are boring but this is complete new ground for me and amazing at the same time. I can't help but write it all down.
First throwing up incident: 6:54pm, September 1st, 2009. Point 2
Strange sharp stabbing pains on right side (feels like cyst rupture or ovulation pain) all day but no blood. Highly uncomfortable. No points.
Exhaustion times 10 all day including a nap on the picnic tables in the sun at work- No points.
Truly feeling pregnant: Priceless.
While I do not relish the puking chuncks, I secretly love the fact that it is typical pregnancy symptoms which lets me know Baby B is in there.
DH is loving it too. Probably loving it MORE than me since he doesn't actually have to feel any of it.
The amount of painful and uncomfortable symptoms that come and go randomly are a bit unnerving though. I'm sorry if all these litte thoughts are boring but this is complete new ground for me and amazing at the same time. I can't help but write it all down.
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