Thirty-eight week check-up was smashing! I lost 2.5 pounds! Babies heart rate is remaining in the 120s! (Totally a boy rate, according to Old Wifey. Stop messing with me, child.) Head is low! No internal! Boo Yeah.I feel pretty good this week, all told. I am busy tying up loose ends at work; still trying to find the right pediatrician; researching breast pumps (news to me: it is unsanitary to share, even if swapping out the attachments); buying industrial-strength foundation for the hospital pics; and ordering a new camcorder charger. (My world almost imploded last night when I couldn't find the damn thing anywhere in our home. SMOKEY!)
Feeling a bit nostalgic, I opened an old Word doc I started when The Ninja was but a fantasy: this, ladies, and gents, is my fertility saga. I called it: Space Baby. And oh, the DRAMA. The absolute crushing disappointment of not getting pregnant on the very first try.
(I was really very annoying about this whole thing. Apologies, husband.)
August 26, 2009 (Home Office)
Where were we?
Ah, yes – most certainly NOT pregnant.
And it was ultimately a relief, as we journeyed to Montevideo and Buenos Aires, and ohhh – the malbec. And mojitos. And Torrontes. So there you go. I was wishing and hoping and simultaneously thinking I was making my baby retarded. I erroneously predicted that my period was due on Saturday, August 15th. When it didn’t come, we were very excited. We took the red-eye home on Saturday night, and I raced to CVS as soon as we arrived back in the Yunk.
Negative.
Boo. To add insult to injury (those tests are expensive, y’all), I checked my day planner and my period wasn’t scheduled to arrive until Monday, August 17th.
I spoke to Koos and gave her a full report. She yelped when I told her I wasn’t with period yet. I told her about the pregnancy test, and she exclaimed that of course I could still be pregnant – she had a negative test with baby #2! I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I started to wonder…
When my period still hadn’t arrived on Tuesday evening, I allowed myself to get excited again. At 8 PM, I dashed to the closest pharmacy in Newton, MA, then eagerly peed on the stick and waited.
Negative.
Of course, the next morning I woke up crampy. I got my period that morning, pushing me out to a 30-day cycle. Since abruptly stopping the pill in April, my cycles have been 30, 29, and 28 days, respectively, so I figured I was settling into a nice, normal 28-day ride.
No such luck. Now I must make sure that J and I baby-mate from days 10 – 17, just to be safe. I have managed to rearrange my work schedule so we will only miss one full day of love (probably ovulation day), but we’ll just have to hope we can get it done another day.
Where were we?
Ah, yes – most certainly NOT pregnant.
And it was ultimately a relief, as we journeyed to Montevideo and Buenos Aires, and ohhh – the malbec. And mojitos. And Torrontes. So there you go. I was wishing and hoping and simultaneously thinking I was making my baby retarded. I erroneously predicted that my period was due on Saturday, August 15th. When it didn’t come, we were very excited. We took the red-eye home on Saturday night, and I raced to CVS as soon as we arrived back in the Yunk.
Negative.
Boo. To add insult to injury (those tests are expensive, y’all), I checked my day planner and my period wasn’t scheduled to arrive until Monday, August 17th.
I spoke to Koos and gave her a full report. She yelped when I told her I wasn’t with period yet. I told her about the pregnancy test, and she exclaimed that of course I could still be pregnant – she had a negative test with baby #2! I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I started to wonder…
When my period still hadn’t arrived on Tuesday evening, I allowed myself to get excited again. At 8 PM, I dashed to the closest pharmacy in Newton, MA, then eagerly peed on the stick and waited.
Negative.
Of course, the next morning I woke up crampy. I got my period that morning, pushing me out to a 30-day cycle. Since abruptly stopping the pill in April, my cycles have been 30, 29, and 28 days, respectively, so I figured I was settling into a nice, normal 28-day ride.
No such luck. Now I must make sure that J and I baby-mate from days 10 – 17, just to be safe. I have managed to rearrange my work schedule so we will only miss one full day of love (probably ovulation day), but we’ll just have to hope we can get it done another day.
I guess we have officially been trying for one month. I hope that this doesn’t take too long. K, baby? We are eagerly awaiting your conception, so let’s do this!
September 1, 2009
I have been snooping around that damn book again.
I just have a few questions, you know? Like, about cervical mucus. Who can I ask about cervical mucus, I beseech you?
This morning I went to Web MD to calculate when I may be ovulating. As I suspected, the Internet indicates tomorrow. It says my fertile period began on August 28th, and I should ovulate on the 2nd.
I did fairly well predicting that this month.
I have been snooping around that damn book again.
I just have a few questions, you know? Like, about cervical mucus. Who can I ask about cervical mucus, I beseech you?
This morning I went to Web MD to calculate when I may be ovulating. As I suspected, the Internet indicates tomorrow. It says my fertile period began on August 28th, and I should ovulate on the 2nd.
I did fairly well predicting that this month.
*I go on here to list the dates J and I baby-mated. Oh Em Gee, I will spare you. Let me just say, that once I decided to get knocked up, I approached it with all the vigor and precision and meticulousness of an army drill sergeant.
September 14, 2009
In the end, it was Drew Barrymore who tipped me off.
I was in the midst of a surprisingly vivid dream. Drew and I were best friends – naturally – and I was on set of a new film starring that Gilles guy with the penis from the Sex and the City movie. Apparently, Drew was banned from being on set, as she had offended the director more than once. She was in love with Gilles, and kept calling me, asking me to watch him for her. She wanted updates on his behavior. I kept trying to assuage her fears, good friend that I am.
In the dream, I realized I had to pee, and that my stomach was acting weird. I rolled over and fumbled for my glasses. I stumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, where I found the last EPT test in the drawer. What the hell, I thought, as I ripped open the packaging. I’ll take this, it will be negative, and I will just wait for my period to start this week.
I peed on the stick, replaced the cap, and laid the test on the floor in front of me. I watched as the negative line popped up in the window, and I shook my head. I told myself not to be discouraged – this is only month two, you asshole. You’ll get there.
But wait.
Is that?
No.
I started laughing. Really laughing. And saying no. No. No! No way.
A second line. Faint, but not even very faint.
Pregnant.
I finally got off of the toilet and crept back into the bedroom, test in hand.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
J nodded, and I laughed again, and was all, “I have something to show you!”
I thrust the stick in his face.
“This says I’m pregnant!”
J was skeptical. But it’s not as dark as the other line, he said. I pulled out my copy of What to Expect Before You’re Expecting, and read aloud:
Q: I took a pregnancy test and it was positive, but the line was very faint. Could I be pregnant?
A: Get ready to faint: from excitement!
Of course, the next question caused some brief panic:
Q: I took a pregnancy test and it was positive; then I took two more and they were negative. What’s happening?
A: Chemical pregnancy, better luck next time.
“Well, that’s no fun, huh?” I said to my husband, who hugged me but cautioned me not to get too excited.
As. If.
After calculating my due date online, and quickly getting dressed, I headed to Whole Foods and Border’s, and, of course, CVS. I resolved not to pee for at least 5 hours. I made it to 6, and then took a second test.
Pregnant.
And this time, no faint line. I dragged J into the bathroom to show him.
“Well, there’s no mistaking that one is there?”
I left the two tests on the bathroom sink, side-by-side. I can’t stop checking on them. As if they are my baby. Our baby. I creep into the bathroom at least once an hour, and I stare.
This morning, despite peeing twice in the night, I took another test.
Pregnant.
And there the three tests sit, in our bathroom. Lined up in solidarity, shouting:
PREGNANT.
I made my first prenatal appointment today, which won’t be until October 19th! How can we wait that long? I asked the receptionist the same question.
“Then that’s safe? For my baby? I am so new… That’s okay?”
She assured me it was perfectly normal. When we go in, we’ll have a check-up, an ultrasound, and we’ll get to hear the heartbeat.
Heart. Beat.
I sent J an Outlook invitation to this appointment. I don’t think he wants to believe this yet. He’s afraid, probably more for me than himself. “Don’t get too excited yet, babe. Anything could happen.”
“It’s not going to hurt any less if I try to ignore it,” I tell him softly.
I don’t want to jinx it, but I think Ninja is strong.
September 15, 2009
Today – unbelievably – the world did not stop turning, and I had to work. I am in Bethesda, Maryland. Starting tomorrow, I am going to eat properly. Today I had hash browns, bacon, a few bites of scrambled eggs; pizza, and an Asian chicken salad, complete with a side of liguini carbonara. One measly salad does not a healthy diet make, and so tomorrow (and here on out) I will strive for the proper amount of fruits, vegetables, and proteins.
I went to Border’s and returned The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy (because: dumb) and settled on the oft-maligned What to Expect When You’re Expecting. It is straightforward advice and material that I need, and so far it has put me at ease.
Reading the book though, I got immediately panicky; suspect that Ninja had disappeared. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I took a pregnancy test (my FOURTH). POSITIVE. And now the test sits on the bathroom sink, where I can go in and stare at it when I need to be reminded.
I. AM. PREGNANT.
I cannot fathom that I won’t get to see AN ACTUAL DOCTOR until October 19th, more than A MONTH AWAY.
“How will I believe I am still pregnant?!?” I begged of Koos yesterday. “I will have to take a test like once a week!”
I am hoping I can get in earlier; the receptionist mentioned that there may be a cancellation in the meantime.
In other news, I finally ran again today. An easy two-miles, after which I felt great, and not like I killed Ninja. I weighed myself as well: 135.1. I was alarmed to think that I might weigh 160 before this is over. *ha. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Ha.
But really, Ninja, just stay healthy. We lurve you. (And also, I suspect you are a girl.)
In the end, it was Drew Barrymore who tipped me off.
I was in the midst of a surprisingly vivid dream. Drew and I were best friends – naturally – and I was on set of a new film starring that Gilles guy with the penis from the Sex and the City movie. Apparently, Drew was banned from being on set, as she had offended the director more than once. She was in love with Gilles, and kept calling me, asking me to watch him for her. She wanted updates on his behavior. I kept trying to assuage her fears, good friend that I am.
In the dream, I realized I had to pee, and that my stomach was acting weird. I rolled over and fumbled for my glasses. I stumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, where I found the last EPT test in the drawer. What the hell, I thought, as I ripped open the packaging. I’ll take this, it will be negative, and I will just wait for my period to start this week.
I peed on the stick, replaced the cap, and laid the test on the floor in front of me. I watched as the negative line popped up in the window, and I shook my head. I told myself not to be discouraged – this is only month two, you asshole. You’ll get there.
But wait.
Is that?
No.
I started laughing. Really laughing. And saying no. No. No! No way.
A second line. Faint, but not even very faint.
Pregnant.
I finally got off of the toilet and crept back into the bedroom, test in hand.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
J nodded, and I laughed again, and was all, “I have something to show you!”
I thrust the stick in his face.
“This says I’m pregnant!”
J was skeptical. But it’s not as dark as the other line, he said. I pulled out my copy of What to Expect Before You’re Expecting, and read aloud:
Q: I took a pregnancy test and it was positive, but the line was very faint. Could I be pregnant?
A: Get ready to faint: from excitement!
Of course, the next question caused some brief panic:
Q: I took a pregnancy test and it was positive; then I took two more and they were negative. What’s happening?
A: Chemical pregnancy, better luck next time.
“Well, that’s no fun, huh?” I said to my husband, who hugged me but cautioned me not to get too excited.
As. If.
After calculating my due date online, and quickly getting dressed, I headed to Whole Foods and Border’s, and, of course, CVS. I resolved not to pee for at least 5 hours. I made it to 6, and then took a second test.
Pregnant.
And this time, no faint line. I dragged J into the bathroom to show him.
“Well, there’s no mistaking that one is there?”
I left the two tests on the bathroom sink, side-by-side. I can’t stop checking on them. As if they are my baby. Our baby. I creep into the bathroom at least once an hour, and I stare.
This morning, despite peeing twice in the night, I took another test.
Pregnant.
And there the three tests sit, in our bathroom. Lined up in solidarity, shouting:
PREGNANT.
I made my first prenatal appointment today, which won’t be until October 19th! How can we wait that long? I asked the receptionist the same question.
“Then that’s safe? For my baby? I am so new… That’s okay?”
She assured me it was perfectly normal. When we go in, we’ll have a check-up, an ultrasound, and we’ll get to hear the heartbeat.
Heart. Beat.
I sent J an Outlook invitation to this appointment. I don’t think he wants to believe this yet. He’s afraid, probably more for me than himself. “Don’t get too excited yet, babe. Anything could happen.”
“It’s not going to hurt any less if I try to ignore it,” I tell him softly.
I don’t want to jinx it, but I think Ninja is strong.
September 15, 2009
Today – unbelievably – the world did not stop turning, and I had to work. I am in Bethesda, Maryland. Starting tomorrow, I am going to eat properly. Today I had hash browns, bacon, a few bites of scrambled eggs; pizza, and an Asian chicken salad, complete with a side of liguini carbonara. One measly salad does not a healthy diet make, and so tomorrow (and here on out) I will strive for the proper amount of fruits, vegetables, and proteins.
I went to Border’s and returned The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy (because: dumb) and settled on the oft-maligned What to Expect When You’re Expecting. It is straightforward advice and material that I need, and so far it has put me at ease.
Reading the book though, I got immediately panicky; suspect that Ninja had disappeared. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I took a pregnancy test (my FOURTH). POSITIVE. And now the test sits on the bathroom sink, where I can go in and stare at it when I need to be reminded.
I. AM. PREGNANT.
I cannot fathom that I won’t get to see AN ACTUAL DOCTOR until October 19th, more than A MONTH AWAY.
“How will I believe I am still pregnant?!?” I begged of Koos yesterday. “I will have to take a test like once a week!”
I am hoping I can get in earlier; the receptionist mentioned that there may be a cancellation in the meantime.
In other news, I finally ran again today. An easy two-miles, after which I felt great, and not like I killed Ninja. I weighed myself as well: 135.1. I was alarmed to think that I might weigh 160 before this is over. *ha. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Ha.
But really, Ninja, just stay healthy. We lurve you. (And also, I suspect you are a girl.)
Tomorrow: More craziness ensues. Stay tuned!
2 comments:
Okay, first of all, you should blog about your dreams every day, because they have me in hysterics all the time.
I am sure you are happy about the weight loss, told you not to freak out!
All the waiting to see the doctor that first time, and now he you/ we are waiting for the Ninja to make his/her grand entrance.
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