First OB appointment
"How is the pain?" he asked me as he flipped through my charts and his notes.
"Well... It hurt. But you said that my body was still under trauma from the surgery, and that the pain would lessen as time went. So I waited for the pain to come again, but it never did, because I got pregnant."
"Oh, so this is my fault?"
I giggled. "Yes it is."
They hooked me up. I have a bag full (no exaggeration) of books and pamphlets, some baby bottles, and they entered me into drawings for nursing pillows and belly baby carriers.
Though my blood test said that I should currently be 7-8 weeks, the OB said that it felt like I was 9 weeks. My first ultrasound is Tuesday. They can measure him/her and let me know exactly how far along I am.
I've had no morning sickness (thank the Gods!). I haven't had any cravings (... yet). Grocery shopping is a chore because I can't have sugar/chocolate due to my Interstitial Cystitis, or sodium due to my high blood pressure. I was taking something for my high blood pressure, but had to stop taking it because of the baby. And then there's everything that you can't eat because of baby: deli meats, most fish, etc etc.
I got irritated with my mother-in-law the other day. She looked up the meanings behind the names that we have chosen, and had the nerve to say that the boy name "is a Muslim name". I immediately handed the phone back to Thad. I don't have time or patience for her racism or... anti-religion-whatever-you-call-it. First of all, WHO THE FUCK CARES. Its my child. Second of all, the name means "Little Eagle" in ARABIC. So what? My name means Lily in Hebrew. Doesn't mean I'm Hebrew. My mum's name means Beautiful in Spanish. She's definitely not Spanish. Third of all, who the fuck cares. It's my child.
She's already planning the Baby Shower. That's fine. I want a Gender Reveal party, too. I've waited twelve years for this child, I'm going all out. XD
I had a dream of a gender reveal party. There were two balloons. One of them, when popped, contained blue and pink powder. Surprise! Twins! The other contained black powder. Apparently I was to lose the third one. :(
Anyway. Baby is either the size of a kidney bean (8 weeks) or a grape (9 weeks).
Raine
"Well... It hurt. But you said that my body was still under trauma from the surgery, and that the pain would lessen as time went. So I waited for the pain to come again, but it never did, because I got pregnant."
"Oh, so this is my fault?"
I giggled. "Yes it is."
They hooked me up. I have a bag full (no exaggeration) of books and pamphlets, some baby bottles, and they entered me into drawings for nursing pillows and belly baby carriers.
Though my blood test said that I should currently be 7-8 weeks, the OB said that it felt like I was 9 weeks. My first ultrasound is Tuesday. They can measure him/her and let me know exactly how far along I am.
I've had no morning sickness (thank the Gods!). I haven't had any cravings (... yet). Grocery shopping is a chore because I can't have sugar/chocolate due to my Interstitial Cystitis, or sodium due to my high blood pressure. I was taking something for my high blood pressure, but had to stop taking it because of the baby. And then there's everything that you can't eat because of baby: deli meats, most fish, etc etc.
I got irritated with my mother-in-law the other day. She looked up the meanings behind the names that we have chosen, and had the nerve to say that the boy name "is a Muslim name". I immediately handed the phone back to Thad. I don't have time or patience for her racism or... anti-religion-whatever-you-call-it. First of all, WHO THE FUCK CARES. Its my child. Second of all, the name means "Little Eagle" in ARABIC. So what? My name means Lily in Hebrew. Doesn't mean I'm Hebrew. My mum's name means Beautiful in Spanish. She's definitely not Spanish. Third of all, who the fuck cares. It's my child.
She's already planning the Baby Shower. That's fine. I want a Gender Reveal party, too. I've waited twelve years for this child, I'm going all out. XD
I had a dream of a gender reveal party. There were two balloons. One of them, when popped, contained blue and pink powder. Surprise! Twins! The other contained black powder. Apparently I was to lose the third one. :(
Anyway. Baby is either the size of a kidney bean (8 weeks) or a grape (9 weeks).
Raine