Thursday, September 10, 2009

Bets, Anyone?

I'm placing my money on being about 12 weeks along.  Does anyone else want to place a wager?  I'll know in a few hours!  Yippee!


Unfortunately, DH is unable to join me today when I get my first glimpse of our new little one.  Because we've been keeping it a secret, he didn't feel right telling his boss about the appointment and he has an important meeting during the same time.  I would have been okay with him telling his boss so that he'd be able to join me, but I also understand the importance of this meeting.  Besides, there will be at least one other ultrasound.  I had so many ultrasounds while I was pregnant with BB, I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw him in person.  It felt like I had been watching him for months.  It was fantastic.  Well, having potential issues wasn't fantastic, but getting to watch him grow was fantastic. 


I'll try to post an update sometime soon! 

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Last Thursday when I went for my blood work, there was a lady already sitting in the waiting area when I arrived.  She was a larger lady who had a young boy (maybe three years old) laying across her lap.  When I moved into the waiting area for the blood clinic she and her son were already there, and when I was called back to the chair for the actual blood test, she was sitting in the chair across from me with her son standing next to her.  As I waited for someone to begin my test, I tried not to stare while this lady was having her test performed.  Suddenly I heard a gasp and a bit of a moan.  Whatever the technician did hurt her.  A lot.  The next several minutes were a panicked flurry of technicians checking in on her, applying ice packs, and ensuring she was able to move her fingers.  She tried so hard to be brave for her little boy, but it was obvious she was in a significant amount of pain.  I could see the tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.  Eventually they decided to try again in her other arm.  When the little boy realized that they were going to hurt his mommy again he became very upset.  He cried and clung to her.  The technicians tried offering him stickers and popsicles, but he didn't want any of it.  Now his mom had to deal with the pain in her left arm, hold her upset little guy on her lap, and have blood taken from her right arm.  Almost a week later I'm still haunted by this scene.  The love between the mother and her son was so obvious, but I feel so sad that both of them had to go through that experience.  Hopefully it wasn't one of those incidents that he will remember for the rest of his life. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

BN2 Update

Wow, I've really been having a hard time finding the time to do much on the Internet these days.  I'm sure our bad internet connection is a major part of the problem.  It's very frustrating to sit there waiting for a page to load to only get an error message telling you that the page can't load.  I've been filling up my time with lots of other fun little things (like watching season three of Heroes with DH!) 


I had my appointment with my doc last Thursday.  It went pretty well, and so far I don't really have any major complaints.  I think he faked my pap test though (is it possible?  I wouldn't have thought so before, but now I think it is.)  Then he seemed to think that he'd be able to tell me how far along I am by feeling.  He wasn't able to do it last time (which was fine, since I knew exactly how far along I was—even if he wouldn't take my word for it) and he wasn't able to do it this time either.  This time he blamed it on my tilted uterus.  Since he couldn't tell by feeling, he booked me in for an early ultrasound.  (Thank goodness.  I wouldn't have had a lot of faith in his guesstimate.)  He and his nurse both tried to tell me that I'm probably about seven weeks along, but I'm not buying it.  I wouldn't be surprised if I'm at least ten weeks.  I've still only got the extra five or so pounds on (I think they immediately attached themselves to me!) but my nausea has been completely gone for the past couple of weeks.  With BB it disappeared at the end of the first trimester… so maybe I'm there?  It's all guesswork right now!


Tomorrow I'm having my blood work done, and my ultrasound is scheduled for next Thursday.  Appointments three Thursdays in a row.  We're not telling anyone about BN2 until we have dates firmed up, so I asked to take a half vacation day next Thursday so I wouldn't have to explain to my boss that I have yet another appointment! 


Once we verify next Thursday that I'm over ten weeks, we're going to try to get together with our families to finally share the news with them.  A couple of weeks ago I bought a little blue t-shirt for BB that says, "Big Brother".  I find it really awkward telling people that I'm pregnant.  It feels weird.  It's as if I'm saying, "DH and I had sex!"  I'm normally very open, but something about this feels weird… at least with family.  To announce my pregnancy with BB to our families we gave them little picture frames with a note inside saying "Insert picture of BB in May 2008."  This time, BB will be making the announcement for us with his t-shirt.  


The CBC managed to do a great job of instilling fear in me this morning in regards to the H1N1 virus.  Some pregnant teachers in the area are complaining because they feel the government should tell them to stay home this year to help them avoid contracting the virus.  My attitude toward the virus thus far has been, "I'm healthy.  I take care of myself.  I wash my hands.  I'll be fine."  But now that I'm pregnant, I'm a bit more paranoid about it.  I read an article today that suggested pregnant women are at greater risk of complications from the virus and should consider avoiding crowded events.  Looks like I'm going to be a hermit for the next several months.  Not that I go to a lot of "crowded events" anyway.  But it's definitely something to keep in mind.  In the meantime, I'll keep eating healthy, trying to get some exercise, washing my hands, and hoping that my original feelings on this whole thing being blown out of proportion were correct.  And hoping for the best, of course.