Yay for Chub!
I went to the doctor and I am proud to report that I gained four pounds! Not only did I gain, but the doctor also told me I could safely travel to my brother in law's wedding in August. This has me really excited, because I was desperately bummed that Matt was going without me. I really want to see his family and be there for that special day and now I can be, yay! Must remember to bring mosquito repellent.
As for other news, I'm slightly anemic. My doctor has this GROOVY test where he slices my finger, puts some blood on a little strip, and checks it for my hemoglobin. At least I think it checks HgB and not Hematocrit but I'm not sure. Either way, it's neat. Anyway, I got a new prenatal with more Iron and stocked up on orange juice. Nurse tip for the day: Vitamin C puts the Iron you ingest to work, so don't bother taking Iron if you're not getting dietary Vitamin C, too.
I feel guilty and a little relieved that I'm staying off work until after I pop. It's been causing me anxiety, not being there and yet at the same time, I can barely do a load of dishes or laundry without collapsing on the couch after. Twelve hour shifts in the pit is just not feasible at this point, as my doctor gently reminded me. So I am relieved at the extra time to rest, but at the same time I feel like I'm being lazy or being a sissy. Nobody's really faulted me for staying off, least of all people I work with, but some people have been like "Uh, you're not going back to work..?" My MIL means well but I don't think she understands I'm still getting paid even though I'm not there, I'm not going to get fired, and that I do stuff around the house in turn. I love her to death, but she sort of made me feel even more guilty. Should I feel guilty, or am I just giving myself an anxiety issue?
As for other news, I'm slightly anemic. My doctor has this GROOVY test where he slices my finger, puts some blood on a little strip, and checks it for my hemoglobin. At least I think it checks HgB and not Hematocrit but I'm not sure. Either way, it's neat. Anyway, I got a new prenatal with more Iron and stocked up on orange juice. Nurse tip for the day: Vitamin C puts the Iron you ingest to work, so don't bother taking Iron if you're not getting dietary Vitamin C, too.
I feel guilty and a little relieved that I'm staying off work until after I pop. It's been causing me anxiety, not being there and yet at the same time, I can barely do a load of dishes or laundry without collapsing on the couch after. Twelve hour shifts in the pit is just not feasible at this point, as my doctor gently reminded me. So I am relieved at the extra time to rest, but at the same time I feel like I'm being lazy or being a sissy. Nobody's really faulted me for staying off, least of all people I work with, but some people have been like "Uh, you're not going back to work..?" My MIL means well but I don't think she understands I'm still getting paid even though I'm not there, I'm not going to get fired, and that I do stuff around the house in turn. I love her to death, but she sort of made me feel even more guilty. Should I feel guilty, or am I just giving myself an anxiety issue?