I am seven weeks pregnant and am utterly overjoyed by and with this little person I am growing. I don't want to lose sight of that. I am GROWING A PERSON. Hear me roar. What a powerful thing to be doing. These days when I am annoyed by some numbnut at work, I think to myself "Are you growing a person? I think not. So back the fuck up." It helps tremendously.
I've had two ultrasounds - one at four weeks and one at six weeks. The one at four weeks didn't show anything but at six weeks, lo and behold, there was a little blob and an egg sac (am I having a chicken??) and a heartbeat. A HEART. BEAT. And I got to hear it. That's a real little person in there! Without a doubt one of the coolest sounds I have ever heard.
The nurse practitioner, Nan, has been wonderful. I have seen her twice and she has been gentle and attentive and didn't laugh at my questions last week which were ...
- can I eat deli turkey?
- can I eat tuna?
- can I eat bleu cheese?
- can I color my hair?
- can I go to the dentist for a cleaning?
And now for a few minutes of whining:
- I'm tired alllll the time
- I've had "low grade" nausea for about a week now, all day every day
- my hands and feet started swelling this week
- my bras can barely contain me anymore
- I have to pee all the time but mostly AT NIGHT WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP (5 fricking times last night!)
- I'm cranky and teary and I miss my Effexor!!!
Deeeeep breath. That's better.
Congratulations! Whine away, that's a lot to deal with without Effexor!
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