Orange and Pink
Wow...it's been... FOREVER since I last updated, huh? Let's see...what to talk about.
Well, first point of amusement, or just stupidity: It turns out, when I got my permanent driver's license, I somehow managed to keep the temporary one and throw the new one out by mistake. Wow. Now, this expired license worked very well as an ID to get me to Oregon, but for some reason, didn't work on the the way back because it was magically code orange at the airport. Obviously, nothing's going to happen a few days before Thanksgiving, but the day after the threat increases exponentially. Although I had a photo ID in my hand (granted, useless as a driver's license), I was now a SUSPICIOUS PERSON and had to have myself and everything in my bag checked for chemical warfare. I guess I'm fortunate that I wasn't strip-searched? Anway, the guys that were checking me to make sure I wasn't a terrorist were actually really nice, but the lady who was checking my bag was a bitch. They let me watch her investigate my personal effects, but she wasn't too happy about it. I also made the dumb mistake of telling her a small bag with lots of little electronic pieces in it might "explode a little" (meaning, colloquially of course that they'd fall out everywhere). She gave me the dirtiest look I've ever gotten, and I've gotten quite a few, and wouldn't accept my apology. Grr. All in all, it took me 20 extra minutes to get through security. At least I wasn't the poor guy in front of me, who was selected at random to be the "full-search" required for his flight. Thanks Bush Admin. I feel much safer.
Now for the news. Well, most of you already know this, but when I returned from Oregon, I had some sneaky suspicions...so I took a little test and came out "in the pink" as they say.
Yes, I am pregnant. "Pregnant" is an ugly word. Let's use "with child." That sounds nicer.
I met my new obstetrician yesterday and received so much information I thought my brain my explode. I thought having a baby was complicated before. I think modern society now makes it three times as complicated for the hell of it. Now that I am pregnant I get to answer all sorts of questions to figure out which screening tests I need to take to make sure I should stay pregnant. As you can imagine, pro-Life me goes grrr. And more Grr. Because Beau's of German descent, and I'm of Ashkenazik descent, they want us to pass a screening test for Cystic Fibrosis. (Being Ashkenazi apparently makes me a potential carrier for all sorts of birth defects, despite what my very healthy, very long-lived Ashkenazi ancestors have led me to believe.) The test cost $400 and our insurance may not cover it. I think 'm going to blow it off completely. I'm of the opinion that if I "shouldn't" be pregnant, I wouldn't be.
Well, I had blood and urine samples taken, and I'm scheduled for a sonogram come January, so eventually we'll know how far along I am and when the due date is and such. They took seven blood samples. Seven. Fortunately, the technician heeded my request to use my left arm, so I don't have a bruise on my right. Eesh. She was right though. Only 40 cc, so my body didn't miss it.
I also need to exercise for at minimum 30-45 minutes a day. My midwife could not stress this enough. She was also very hard ass about me changing my diet. Eep. I have to really set into the fruits and veggies and lay off the grains (only 3-4 servings of grain, whole grain only, and no more), which will be very difficult because not only do I hate most fruits and vegetables, when I eat them I'm still hungry. This when I've just gone from eating 2 meals a day to eating 4. You might say I'm displeased. She said I could have ONE serving of pasta a week. Grumble. I'm gonna try this for a week. If I still feel like crap and my body won't turn over, I'm going to effin' tell her so and have my bread and eat it too.
I'll do the exercise, though, even though it's freaking cold out. I don't want to be like her last four patients and have to go C-section because I'm out-of-shape.
Well, first point of amusement, or just stupidity: It turns out, when I got my permanent driver's license, I somehow managed to keep the temporary one and throw the new one out by mistake. Wow. Now, this expired license worked very well as an ID to get me to Oregon, but for some reason, didn't work on the the way back because it was magically code orange at the airport. Obviously, nothing's going to happen a few days before Thanksgiving, but the day after the threat increases exponentially. Although I had a photo ID in my hand (granted, useless as a driver's license), I was now a SUSPICIOUS PERSON and had to have myself and everything in my bag checked for chemical warfare. I guess I'm fortunate that I wasn't strip-searched? Anway, the guys that were checking me to make sure I wasn't a terrorist were actually really nice, but the lady who was checking my bag was a bitch. They let me watch her investigate my personal effects, but she wasn't too happy about it. I also made the dumb mistake of telling her a small bag with lots of little electronic pieces in it might "explode a little" (meaning, colloquially of course that they'd fall out everywhere). She gave me the dirtiest look I've ever gotten, and I've gotten quite a few, and wouldn't accept my apology. Grr. All in all, it took me 20 extra minutes to get through security. At least I wasn't the poor guy in front of me, who was selected at random to be the "full-search" required for his flight. Thanks Bush Admin. I feel much safer.
Now for the news. Well, most of you already know this, but when I returned from Oregon, I had some sneaky suspicions...so I took a little test and came out "in the pink" as they say.
Yes, I am pregnant. "Pregnant" is an ugly word. Let's use "with child." That sounds nicer.
I met my new obstetrician yesterday and received so much information I thought my brain my explode. I thought having a baby was complicated before. I think modern society now makes it three times as complicated for the hell of it. Now that I am pregnant I get to answer all sorts of questions to figure out which screening tests I need to take to make sure I should stay pregnant. As you can imagine, pro-Life me goes grrr. And more Grr. Because Beau's of German descent, and I'm of Ashkenazik descent, they want us to pass a screening test for Cystic Fibrosis. (Being Ashkenazi apparently makes me a potential carrier for all sorts of birth defects, despite what my very healthy, very long-lived Ashkenazi ancestors have led me to believe.) The test cost $400 and our insurance may not cover it. I think 'm going to blow it off completely. I'm of the opinion that if I "shouldn't" be pregnant, I wouldn't be.
Well, I had blood and urine samples taken, and I'm scheduled for a sonogram come January, so eventually we'll know how far along I am and when the due date is and such. They took seven blood samples. Seven. Fortunately, the technician heeded my request to use my left arm, so I don't have a bruise on my right. Eesh. She was right though. Only 40 cc, so my body didn't miss it.
I also need to exercise for at minimum 30-45 minutes a day. My midwife could not stress this enough. She was also very hard ass about me changing my diet. Eep. I have to really set into the fruits and veggies and lay off the grains (only 3-4 servings of grain, whole grain only, and no more), which will be very difficult because not only do I hate most fruits and vegetables, when I eat them I'm still hungry. This when I've just gone from eating 2 meals a day to eating 4. You might say I'm displeased. She said I could have ONE serving of pasta a week. Grumble. I'm gonna try this for a week. If I still feel like crap and my body won't turn over, I'm going to effin' tell her so and have my bread and eat it too.
I'll do the exercise, though, even though it's freaking cold out. I don't want to be like her last four patients and have to go C-section because I'm out-of-shape.