Crazy crazy week... I guess I haven't updated in awhile, I started an update post awhile ago and then didn't get back to it... I'll try to stick it at the bottom of this on.
So... I have come down with cold #3 since the beginning of September and this one sucks!
Pile on top of that the fact I think I have some cavities, and being the chicken shit I am don't want to go to the dentist un-stoned... and with my super coughing and blowing my nose, it's making my teeth hurt more. Fabulous!
I've been off of work much of the past week with my cold and trying to get some sleep... hard to do when every time you lie down you choke on your own phlegm... sexay!
So I FINALLY go back to work on Thursday... still sick, but not stay at home or give my cold to other people sick. After lunch I went to the bathroom and it hurt like someone was ripping one of my labia off!!!! And there was blood! Not bladder infection blood, but stronger. And then cramping.
I freaked! I got someone to take my students (who did really well waiting for me and not pulling any fire alarms) and I took off to the hospital. It cheered me a bit that as soon as I sat in the car the baby gave me a good boot.
I got to Emerg and the nurse asked what she could help me with and I exploded in a fit of bawling; "I don't know where I should go!" "I'm sorry!" "I'm bleeding!" "I don't know what's happening!" "I've already lost a baby!" "I'm sorry! I'm not usually like this!"
She quickly took me to obstetrics and was very nice.
Once there I went into a room (I think it was a private labour room actually) and I was hooked up to monitors and stuff.
I got to hear his heartbeat for a prolonged time and I had to press a button whenever he kicked. Of course, 1:30 is about his most active time of the day so he was showing off how good he felt for the nurse. Which was SOOOOOO REASSURING!
He even felt the need to kick the monitors as often as he could, little cheeky
monkey!
It turns out that my son is still as perfect as can be... we've started calling him Travolta because I SWEAR there are times he's dancing just like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.
No, Travolta isn't going to be his name at birth, just his fetus name! (Dave and I are weirdly superstitious about calling him by his name before he's born for no reason at all!)
Anyway, I'm not so healthy... sore peeing is due to a bad bladder infection - SWEET! Blood was due to the bladder infection and due to my polyp that reared it's ugly head in the summer (there should be a post about it... it's really fun!).
Apparently with all my coughing and stuff, my polyp got rubbed the wrong way and decided to bleed like a mofo!
So I'm on MORE antibiotics which will no doubt lead to a yeast infection... but hopefully my cold will be gone by then so I'm not AS miserable!
Sheesh! Only 10 more weeks until I can start worrying about Travolta on the OUTSIDE!
And here's my other post from October the 2nd... although since then we had
another ultrasound and at this one we got to see his goods! We are having a boy!
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Wow! I think I can officially say I'm no longer in denial... still nervous, but not in denial.
This little guy likes to KICK!
Especially after I eat, or if I'm trying to listen to his heartbeat.
I should update my brains out right now... even though I have to pee!
I started feeling little kicks in the middle of August... felt like pop rocks actually. Wasn't sure if I was imagining things or not, but I wasn't!
Went for an ultrasound in the third week of August... everything looked good, but he decided to cover his goods with his hand, get into a funky position, then kick like a savage.
So no finding out the sex for sure. Little guy is stubborn like Mommy!
No, we don't have a preferance for a boy. Either is fine.
We just both thought boy from the beginning, and the only disappointment we'd have about the baby being a girl is that we were both so wrong! Haha! More of a pride thing.
As September began, the kicks got stronger and more frequent... and as September has progressed I've noticed he kicks quite a bit in the car, as well as right after I eat and when I lie down.
We got a fetal heart monitor in the middle of September... pretty cool, but not one of those high tech ones that the doctor has. It still works pretty well, and we've heard his heart beat a few times. He's also kicked the monitor pretty hard!
I turned 30 on the 13th of September... I'm now going to be a mother in her 30s... the clock is ticking for the rest of my babies. Gah! Why am I so obsessed with this 30 thing? People keep saying it's no big deal and that I'll quickly get over it... well I'm not! I'm still pissed that I'm 30. And there's no damn thing I can do about it! Fuck!
