First, before I commence with some serious whining, let's get the good stuff out of the way:
MM and I decided to start trying for a baby around the middle of May. I had my birth control taken out and, as near as we can tell, about a week later I got pregnant. I tried telling MM this would happen - hello, I'm Italian - but he didn't believe me. At first it was, "Oh, it'll take at least 6 months." Uh, no MM, it will not. Then it was, "Ok, well it'll take at least a couple of months." Sorry to disappoint, babe, but it won't. In the end I turned out to be right.
When I first starting showing symptoms of being pregnant MM didn't believe that's what it really was. I kept trying to convince him and then finally just said, "let's pee on a stick and find out".
I peed, he read the stick, we were pregnant.
That happened on a Friday. Because I knew it was really early in the game and because we hadn't had it officially confirmed (not that I needed it to be, I knew), we agreed to keep it between us until I could get in to see the doctor. I made an appointment for the following Monday and MM went off to work.
Where he proceeded to tell everyone. Naturally.
We waited until after my doctor's appointment that following Monday and then told our families. I decided to wait a bit longer before telling the rest of the world, however, because it was so early. Once I started throwing up I knew - from experience - that it was pretty safe to tell, though.
We had an ultrasound done a couple of weeks ago (I was about 6 weeks along). MM got to see the heartbeat on the screen, which was fun. Since it was pretty early, you couldn't really make out too much. They printed a picture for us, but really, if they hadn't put little astericks on it to say, "Your baby is between here and here" we'd never know what it was. After we got home I looked up a picture of what the fetus looks like and MM said it looks like a peanut. Ever since he's been calling it Baby Peanut. He's such a dork. Ok, and kind of cute with it.
Anyway, I'm about 8 weeks along. My due date is March 4, 2010. MM really, really wants a boy. I, however, am convinced it's a girl. We have an appointment on the 20th of August to find out for sure, though. I'll keep you posted.
Please feel free to skip the next part if you aren't up to listening to me whine, bitch, moan and complain. And now on with the whining:
I tried to warn MM, way back when, that me + pregnancy = not good times. Unfortunately he couldn't grasp the full meaning of that until the time actually came.
Let's take last night for example:
Around 3 yesterday afternoon I started developing a headache. For those of you who know me, you understand that a "mild" headache for me is pretty certain to lead into a "full blown migraine" if not immediately treated. The unfortunate part there is that I can't take anything to treat a migraine right now. Around 8 last night the migraine went pretty much full blown.
It's been about, oh, I don't know, ten years since I've had a migraine I couldn't take anything for. I ended up getting in the shower, because the hot spray often relaxes the muscles in my neck, while MM went to the store to get me some Tylenol (the only pain reliever I'm allowed to take). But the shower thing didn't work like it should, because now that I'm pregnant I can't take hot showers. They make my nausea worse. So I basically sat - and vomited - in a lukewarm shower for 30 minutes until MM came home.
Not my idea of a good time.
Once MM got home I took some Tylenol and was able to find a comfortable enough to position to fall asleep. Which was good until about 1:30 this morning. That's what time I woke up feeling nauseous. I tossed and turned for awhile and finally got up about 15 minutes later and threw up. And threw up. And threw up. I can't remember ever throwing up that much before. It was awful.
Eventually I crawled back into bed....only to toss and turn until about 3. At which time I started throwing up again. And again. And again. This went on for quite some time until eventually, around 5 this morning, I had nothing left to throw up and was able to fall asleep.
That was the first time since I've gotten pregnant that I was that sick - I was vomiting pretty violently - but that isn't the first time I've woken in the middle of the night to be sick. I'm nauseous pretty much 24/7. I'd say I probably throw up about half of everything I eat. It's been pretty rough.
Several weeks ago I got a prescription for Reglan - an anti-nausea medication - and that worked really well for me. I took it 3x a day and while I was still nauseous, it wasn't as severe and I wasn't vomiting as much. Then I went to see my OBGYN for the first time.
I saw the midwife and she told me she didn't feel comfortable giving a prescription for Reglan because, "haven't you seen the ads on t.v.? There's a big class action lawsuit going on right now for people who have taken that." huh. Ok then.
Look, I certainly don't want to take something that might harm me or my unborn child. But I'd like some better reasoning than "ads on t.v.". What happened to saying, "Recent medical studies have shown" or "based on recent discoveries" or something! But, "Haven't you seen the ads on t.v.?" Really?
In the meantime she gave me a prescription I've tried before several times without success. I tried to tell her that it doesn't work for me but she basically said that's all there is, take it or leave it. So I tried it - to no avail - and finally called back a week later to tell her, if anything, it makes me worse. She called in another prescription for me and suggested I try it. I guess its one they give to cancer patients who are going through chemo. So you'd think it would work. But last night's episode? Yeah, that was on the new medication.
It's entirely possible that I have a 24 hour flu bug, or that the violent retching had absolutely nothing to do with the new prescription, but I'm not entirely convinced. My OBGYN has been out of the office, so I haven't been able to talk to him about the meds and find out if the Reglan is really harmful. According to research I've done online it says its fine for pregnant women to take it. But just b/c it's written online doesn't mean it's true. So...I'd like to talk to a doctor about it. As you can imagine, I have zero faith in my midwife.
In the meantime, MM's new BFF is a nutritionist and he's been offering suggestions. This morning I'm trying some ginger tea along with some ginger root capsules. I tried some dried toast earlier this morning and couldn't keep it down, but about an hour ago I had some oatmeal and so far it seems to be sticking.
I can't seem to focus very long on one thing, so I'm not really reading or watching t.v.. I check my email on my Blackberry, but that's about it. No bloghopping, no blogging, no old movies. You'd think now would be the perfect time to cut down my to-be-read pile or re-watch Gone with the Wind for the 500th time, but nope. I mostly just mope in bed or on the couch.
I know, I know..whine, whine whine.
I'll stop for now. I'm sure you get the idea anyway.
Tomorrow we're supposed to go to San Diego to visit my baby brother. He'll be in town from Northern Cali to visit a friend and the whole family is driving down to see him. MM and I talked about spending the night w/ his grandparents and taking my 13yo cousin (he's visiting from Ill) to the harbor to tour the old navy ship there on Sunday, but I'm not sure if I'll be up to it. I guess we'll play it by ear.
What have all of you been up to?? Come on, distract me...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Posted by Holly at 11:00 AM
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I let the dogs run around while I just sat and soaked up the silence.
The 13yo just got up, but MM is still sleeping. I think I'll let him sleep in. You know, since its his birfday and all.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MM!!
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Posted by Holly at 7:50 AM
Monday, July 20, 2009
See you in a few days.
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Posted by Holly at 2:22 PM
Friday, July 17, 2009
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Posted by Holly at 8:17 AM
Thursday, July 02, 2009
I got a text message from my friend Kay Baby the other day. It said something to the effect of:
"Ok Holland, it's that time again. If I can do you it you can do it. Go update your blog!"I hadn't realized until that text how long it's been since I updated. Having that job really kicked my ass. Plus, I'm lazy.
So last week Tuesday I got a call from corporate at 3pm that as of 5pm I'd be finished with their company. Since this was only a temp job - and since work had been slowing down considerably - it wasn't totally unexpected. I didn't think they'd call at 3 and tell me I was done at 5, though. I figured I'd work until the end of the week and/or month.
This is both good and bad. As I'm sure you can imagine, the mortgage industry is a rather volatile place right now. When I first started working as a processor I really loved my job. It was fresh and intriguing, and, though it sounds trite, I felt like I was helping people. Being a homeowner really is the American Dream. But over the last few years the industry has changed. People who should be getting loans aren't, and those who probably shouldn't..well, it's just sad. I can't tell you how frustrating it is to spend a month working on a file, where the new loan would potentially save the client $400 a month, only to be told, "Sorry, we don't like it".
Needless to say, by the time I got the call from corporate, I was pretty much ready to go.
The bad news is that since I was employed through the temp agency, I may not qualify for unemployment. I was told I had to work a certain number of hours through the agency to qualify. I don't know if that's their rule or the state's. I was granted an extension on my previous UI claim, so I'm hoping I'll fall under the umbrella of that, instead of having to file a new claim.
The good news is that MM and I discussed it and we both agree taking a job I'm going to be miserable at - and make him miserable while I'm at it - isn't worth it. I'm really hoping my unemployment gets approved, but if it doesn't I think we may try to make my stay at home permanent. Things will be tight without my added income, but I really enjoyed staying home last time. It was great to be home for the kids and have time to volunteer at their school. MM loved that I was home (mostly I think b/c it got him out of doing housework) and has been complaining ever since I went back to work.
So while I'm checking job listings and polishing up my resume, I'm also reworking our budget to see how feasible it is for me to stay home. Right now the budget is kind of scary, but I think if we tighten down we'll be ok.
Also under the bad news label: The kids have gone to their dad's for the summer. I may have another rant about this later, but for now I'll just say I'm totally bummed that they're gone for the entire summer while I'm off work. Now would be the perfect time for us to hang out at the pool or go play outside or take an extended stay at the beach.
Still, I can't complain too much, since the RB generally only takes them for a week or two during the summer when he's supposed to have them all three months (or 2 I guess, but whatever). It's nice that he's finally spending extra time with them. They really need that time.
While I'm waiting to hear back from UI, I've been doing some cleaning around the house and trying to get caught up online. I really started neglecting my email and Google Reader when I started working, so I'm trying to get those cleaned up now. I also started attacking the kids' rooms. This is going to be a long-term project, I think. I hadn't realize how many too-small clothes and old, broken toys they still had. It's ridiculous.
I also started a new diet/exercise program yesterday. Just since February I've gained 11lbs, and that's not including the added weight I've put on since my wedding. Because I'm a petite person I don't carry extra weight well. I've been feeling less than pleased with my appearance, plus none of my clothes fit. I could deal with a little more sag or an extra pinch when I zip up, but honestly? It's much worse than that.
My birthday is right around the corner and Lord knows I'm not getting any younger. So I decided it's time to do something about it. Kay Baby and I decided to do a Weight Loss Challenge for the next 90 days. My problem is that I have issues with portion control and I love salty foods. I'm not much for sweets, but I could down an entire bag of Cheetos in one sitting.
My plan is to get back into a regular exercise routine (I've fallen off the wagon) and try to eat lighter/healthier for the summer. My weight loss goal is about 15lbs over 3 months, which is pretty reasonable, I think. 15lbs isn't really all I need to lose, but it would go a long way toward getting me where I used to be.
I registered on the Live Strong website and plan to utilize the My Plate tool. My brother told me about it. It's a great place where you can track what you eat. The best part about it is that if you put in your basic body type: height, weight and age and enter your weight loss goal, it will calculate what your total calorie intake for the day should be.
If I want to lose 2lbs a week, my intake should be around 1280 a day. That seems kind of not very much, so I'm going to try it to start with and see how it goes. If I just can't limit myself that much to start with, I'll readjust. As a bonus, they have a Blackberry App, so I can keep track of what I'm eating on my mobile. Woot!
Anyway, that's about all the news I've got for today. Now that I'm home and have more free time I should be able to update more often. But I'm not making any promises.
Posted by Holly at 1:30 PM