Morning sickness has officially begun. Ugh. It mostly hits me in the early and late afternoons. Somedays it's difficult to work up the desire to eat lunch (although I always feel better afterwards). When it gets really bad in the late afternoons, I just go to bed and nap. It helps. I think Princess Daisey is having sympathy symptoms. This morning she threw up 3 times (and the smell of it almost made me hurl too!) and she's peeing more. Don't worry, no toxoplasmy here; I'm using disposable latex gloves and wearing a painters mask everytime I clean the litter box. Hell I need the mask for the smell. I've always loved my sense of smell but now... ugh. I wish it was a little less sensitive or at least not tied to my queasy stomach.
Pregnancy: July 2008 Archives
Knock on wood, so far no morning sickness. My breasts ache and tingle often, I've resorted to taking a quick hot shower every time they get to the point that I can't take it. The heat helps. It seems no matter what I eat, I will have indigestion. Tums, not diamonds are a girl's best friend. Some mornings I wake up still tired regardless of going to bed early the night before. I'm still peeing constantly but at least now I'm finding it easy to go back to sleep quickly when I get up in the middle of the night. My sense of smell has developed to the point that I wonder if I have canine in my family tree.
I read up on the pregnancy do's and don'ts. Obviously no drinking, no smoking, no unpasteurized dairy. I don't really enjoy any of those things anyway so no big sacrifie. But I didn't know deli meats and hot dogs were off limits! Seriously? No ham sammiches? That's a staple of my diet.
Yep, test number two confirms it. Definitely pregnant.
You know those clever commercials about "the most important piece of technology you'll ever pee on"? Well last night I bought two of those EPT brand tests because my period is 4 days late and I peed like 16 times during the day. Not to mention the tender breasts...
At 6:30am this morning I woke up to pee (yet again) and used one of the tests. 3 minutes later the elusive word "Pregnant" appeared on the display.
I was stunned. Maniacal laughter followed. Then there was some crying. I called and woke up my parents singing "pregnant, pregnant, pregnant! pregnant, pregnant, pregnant!" They were both thrilled. Dad congratulated me and Mom started making plans. Heh.
I texted Micah (who I knew wasn't awake). He texted back the threesome quote about if it's blue you're pregnant, if it's pink you've been impregnated by a homosexual. Hehe.
It was later in the morning before I could get ahold of Jenni. She automatically recommended a friend who is a doula.
At 8:15am I was calling the OB to schedule an appointment. I got schooled in pregnancy semantics. Because I self inseminated and haven't had sex in over a year, I know with certainty the 3.5 day window during which I got knocked up. So in my mind I was only 2.5 weeks along. The receptionist explained how you count progress based on your last period which put me at 4 weeks in pregnancy terminology. Whatever... I'm calculating my due date based on when I used the frozen swimmers! ;)
Anyway, the OB doesn't really want to see you until week 8. So I'll have to wait until July 28th. That seems like forever from now.
In the meantime I'll pee on the second test tomorrow just to be sure.
