I got myself in some trouble on a message board tonight… a woman posted a question on an infertility board asking if it bothered others when they see children at the RE’s office. I’ve seen this topic so many times, and it seems that a lot (not all) of IFers (read: infertiles) with no children think that they should be protected from seeing children when they go to the REs office. (Read on …)
I’m just taking a break from work while I do my IV and thought I would post here. Nothing exciting but it beats working!
I’m in the midst of a Braxton Hicks contraction and I can’t tell you how much I hate them. I know that they are “harmless” but it freaks me out because I am already scared of pre-term labor, the last thing I need is contractions at 14 weeks! Sheesh! (Read on …)
Another day, another OB appointment. The good news is, after my appointment Thursday, I’ve graduated to appointments every two weeks! Yay!
I’ve finally gained some weight — 5 pounds — and have stopped spotting for now. Still a complete placenta previa, though, so I won’t hold my breath to remain spot-free. Feeling a bit better on the IVs, though certainly not anywhere near anything I’d call feeling “good”. (Read on …)
We had another OB appointment yesterday. Babies look well and we’ve added Zofran to my daily IV. 8 mg of it, which is double what I’m able to take per day in pills thanks to crappy insurance. Now I get 8 mg via IV and can take another 4 mg via pill. I did my IV already today (as soon as the Zofran arrived) and felt well enough to eat some chips and Jell-O afterwards. Yippee! (Read on …)
… trying to get to the bathroom in time to barf while dragging an IV pole behind you. OK, technically it’s “a debilitating and potentially life-threatening pregnancy disease marked by rapid weight loss, malnutrition, and dehydration due to unrelenting nausea and/or vomiting with potential adverse consequences for the newborn(s)” but it’s all the same to me. (Read on …)
Two days until the first trimester is over. Sadly, I don’t think it’s going to be some magical day where I stop spotting, feel great and life is roses. But hey, at least I will be that much closer to d-day! (Read on …)
Home from the hospital. It was a long day. We got there at 1:20 pm and got home at just before 7 pm. Having the PICC line put in wasn’t horrendous — it was mostly the mental aspect of it that got me. (Read on …)
