I told everyone at work today. We were about to start our white elephant gift-giving game and I said I had something I wanted to show everyone first. I passed around the ultrasound photo from last week and the goobers couldn't figure out what was going on. It was pretty funny watching the confusion on their faces. I just figured they'd see the baby, see my name and put two and two together, but it didn't work out that way. Finally one of the girls looked at me and said "is this of you?" and I said "yeah, that's mine" and someone else said "what? I don't understand..." so I said "yep, I'm pregnant." Then there was the shock and the "what?!" and disbelieving head-shakes and then the squealing began. The guys didn't squeal though, but they are excited in their own curious way. It's almost cute.
The really cool thing is that everyone is totally supportive and excited. There were a few questions about the donor, but it was more from curiosity about him than shock about the path I have chosen. So far, I have had really good responses from people I meet along the way. The real test is going to be when I tell people at home. Where I'm from, most folks are hard-right leaning churchly republicans and this might actually shock them.
We shall see. I go home next week.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
9 weeks
Well, I managed to get myself an appointment at the radiology center for an ultrasound. HAHA! :-P
Baby looks great and is measuring at about 9w2d with a good, strong heartbeat. It's great news and I feel MUCH more relieved and secure. The technician was really awesome and printed a bunch of pictures for me. About midway through she gasped and got all excited because the baby was moving! She turned the monitor around and let me watch the baby move around a little. It was sooooo neat.
I'm really excited now, and eternally grateful that things are going well for me so far *knock on wood*. I know so many folks out there are having a tough time and I feel terrible for them. But I have to remind myself to not stress out and that so far things are great for me.
Baby looks great and is measuring at about 9w2d with a good, strong heartbeat. It's great news and I feel MUCH more relieved and secure. The technician was really awesome and printed a bunch of pictures for me. About midway through she gasped and got all excited because the baby was moving! She turned the monitor around and let me watch the baby move around a little. It was sooooo neat.
I'm really excited now, and eternally grateful that things are going well for me so far *knock on wood*. I know so many folks out there are having a tough time and I feel terrible for them. But I have to remind myself to not stress out and that so far things are great for me.
Monday, December 6, 2010
8 weeks 4 days
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. The exhaustion has hit me like a ton of bricks. My body shuts down whenever it wants (which is about every 4 hours or so) despite my fierce determination to not let it do so. It's a battle I always lose. I crashed for about 15 mins on my keyboard this morning before lunch and was left with some interesting marks across my face much to the amusement of my officemates.
They don't know yet, and I have decided to tell everyone at the holiday party next week. I'll be at 10 weeks and won't know anything more than I do now or will know until after the new year. More about that:
I had my first OB appointment last week and was left feeling very disappointed. No ultrasound to check on my little one so I have no idea what's going on in there. It's so hard to believe it's real without that confirmation. I wasn't too impressed with the office. It was extremely busy and it took me 30 mins to find a place to park, which ended up being two blocks over and illegally parallel parked. This will not fly when I'm enormous come July in the stifling heat and humidity. I also didn't actually see a doctor, but a nurse instead. I don't really have much of a problem with that though because she looked like she's been doing this since before I was alive and probably had more experience than all of the doctors in the practice put together. I still didn't like her too much though and I felt that I was just another "new patient", which I know is true, but I still think some consideration should be put into patient history. I flat out refused the pap smear and basically smacked her hands away when she tried to do a breast exam. I mean really? My tits feel like a pair of lead balloons hanging painfully off my chest and you want to knead and manhandle them? Um, NO. I had a FULL gyno workup in April before I started this whole business and it didn't need to be done again. They redid all the bloodwork, even though I had it all done at the clinic not 3 months ago before I had the IUIs and had the records with me. I asked about ultrasounds and she said they didn't have a machine so they don't do them. I was like "What?! How can an OB office not do ultrasounds?" I guess they send you off to some other place to have the one or two you get through the whole pregnancy. That was disappointing too. I went ahead and scheduled the 1st trimester genetic screening (primarily so I can get a peek at the baby) and convinced the nurse to give me a referral to go have an ultrasound to check because of the severe cramping I have been having. Hopefully I can get in for that before I go home for Christmas.
Gah. This is so damn stressful sometimes. Not to mention the pregnancy crazies are in full force. Complete with OMG!Crazy!Pregnant!Woman!RAGE! There have been a couple of occasions where I have envisioned some seriously violent actions that would make Quentin Tarantino proud. Hee, I love him. Seriously though, it does scare me because I carry a gun and it's just so (scary!) tempting sometimes. This morning some asshole tried to run me off the road because he didn't want to let me merge in when my lane ended. I looked over and there he is, about an inch away from me, flipping me the bird. I sped off and got ahead of him on the shoulder and ditched him but jeeze, I REALLY wanted to ram his piece of shit truck and shove my gun in his mouth and ask him what a big macho man like him though about trying to bully a girl like me now, and that he should really think about who he tries to intimidate and if it's worth it. Ending with a kick in the groin and him groveling, begging for his life.
See what I mean? OMG!Crazy! Thank goodness for the anonymous blogosphere. I couldn't tell anyone else this without risking commitment to the looneybin.
They don't know yet, and I have decided to tell everyone at the holiday party next week. I'll be at 10 weeks and won't know anything more than I do now or will know until after the new year. More about that:
I had my first OB appointment last week and was left feeling very disappointed. No ultrasound to check on my little one so I have no idea what's going on in there. It's so hard to believe it's real without that confirmation. I wasn't too impressed with the office. It was extremely busy and it took me 30 mins to find a place to park, which ended up being two blocks over and illegally parallel parked. This will not fly when I'm enormous come July in the stifling heat and humidity. I also didn't actually see a doctor, but a nurse instead. I don't really have much of a problem with that though because she looked like she's been doing this since before I was alive and probably had more experience than all of the doctors in the practice put together. I still didn't like her too much though and I felt that I was just another "new patient", which I know is true, but I still think some consideration should be put into patient history. I flat out refused the pap smear and basically smacked her hands away when she tried to do a breast exam. I mean really? My tits feel like a pair of lead balloons hanging painfully off my chest and you want to knead and manhandle them? Um, NO. I had a FULL gyno workup in April before I started this whole business and it didn't need to be done again. They redid all the bloodwork, even though I had it all done at the clinic not 3 months ago before I had the IUIs and had the records with me. I asked about ultrasounds and she said they didn't have a machine so they don't do them. I was like "What?! How can an OB office not do ultrasounds?" I guess they send you off to some other place to have the one or two you get through the whole pregnancy. That was disappointing too. I went ahead and scheduled the 1st trimester genetic screening (primarily so I can get a peek at the baby) and convinced the nurse to give me a referral to go have an ultrasound to check because of the severe cramping I have been having. Hopefully I can get in for that before I go home for Christmas.
Gah. This is so damn stressful sometimes. Not to mention the pregnancy crazies are in full force. Complete with OMG!Crazy!Pregnant!Woman!RAGE! There have been a couple of occasions where I have envisioned some seriously violent actions that would make Quentin Tarantino proud. Hee, I love him. Seriously though, it does scare me because I carry a gun and it's just so (scary!) tempting sometimes. This morning some asshole tried to run me off the road because he didn't want to let me merge in when my lane ended. I looked over and there he is, about an inch away from me, flipping me the bird. I sped off and got ahead of him on the shoulder and ditched him but jeeze, I REALLY wanted to ram his piece of shit truck and shove my gun in his mouth and ask him what a big macho man like him though about trying to bully a girl like me now, and that he should really think about who he tries to intimidate and if it's worth it. Ending with a kick in the groin and him groveling, begging for his life.
See what I mean? OMG!Crazy! Thank goodness for the anonymous blogosphere. I couldn't tell anyone else this without risking commitment to the looneybin.
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