This and that.
I had an appointment with Dr. Berry, the perinatologist. I've been referred to him because I have officially been dubbed as a 'high risk' pregnancy. The autoimmune disorders can apparently slow fetal growth and sometimes will screw with amniotic fluid levels. I'll be getting frequent ultrasounds. The first one was cool he (I'm assuming it's a he) was bouncing all over the place and kept bringing his hand to his face like he was slapping himself. He measured 12 weeks, 6 days by ultrasound. That's 3 days bigger than menstrual age. So far no slow growth here. I did not care much for the doctor. We butted heads immediately over medication. I have long since been off Plaquenil and he suggested I get back on it. I never felt good about taking it because of it's high toxicity, I certainly don't want to take it now that I'm preggo. Then he told me point blank that I was going to stop taking Ibuprofen. Anyways, we got into it and I'm sure he thinks I'm a total hormonal bitch. Bottom line is, I don't care how many degrees you have, you are not going to trump my instinct. After all, how many times have YOU been pregnant, mister? A few days ago I felt the first flutters. That kind of threw me into Mommy mode. The movement and being really sick for 24 hours combined totally wiped the cigarettes out for me. Today is day four. I have half a pack sitting in front of me and I'm honestly not even interested. I just hope I don't gain 8932578943 pounds. I need to try to restrain my current craving: Mcdonald's dollar menu double cheeseburger with mayo and ketchup only. Ugh. I've had a lot of those in the past month.
Ok, I'm being summond by Zoey to come play Barbie now. Ugh.
Ok, I'm being summond by Zoey to come play Barbie now. Ugh.