When I found out I was most likely pregnant, I did not hesitate to share the news with the world. I did not fear the p word. I did not worry about jinxing it.
But I fear the o word. I am so reluctant to say that I might just be okay. Getting better. Not puking. Eating lots of real food. I do not want to jinx it and return to those dark days. I’ve had bad injuries in life. I’ve been hospitalized. And I gotta tell you I’ve never felt as bad as I did then.
Now, I almost feel like a real human being. And I really hope it lasts. It was so depressing.
At this morning’s doctor appointment, my blood pressure was perfect at 110/70. My doc took me off all of my meds except prenatals, naturally.*
And so far, I’m feeling really good. I hope it holds out. But even now, I still get dizzy if I sit upright for too long or don’t drink enough fluids. I’m going back to work in the office tomorrow and might have to work on site for the company I’m writing for later this week. It seems like a huge leap from keeping food down, but I hope it all works out okay.
And I got another cute ultrasound, with a cute kid awake and kicking. The first of three today.
Tonight, we got to go back to the women’s center here for the nuchal fold translucency test. As far as we can tell, all is well and the risks are low (about 1:6,000). We actually got to do the test twice since the doctor forgot to write down the measurement (1.3 mm). The kid flipped between scans so we really got to see the whole kit and caboodle.
And for those of you keeping score at home, the doc says that … most likely … we will not be planning a bris for this one. It appears to be a little girl.
Which is way better than the puppy I keep dreaming about.
We should be able to tell more clearly when we do the early scan in about three weeks.
* Therein ending any hope I had of having a bowel movement during this pregnancy.