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Half-baked and belly photos

September 23, 2008

I thought I should give a little update, as today marks week 20 of this pregnancy. I can’t believe it’s half over and that I have to wait another 20 more weeks. But I am trying my best to be patient.

Today I had just my cervical check. And that is all it was.

My last cervix check was the dildo cam and then an extensive belly scan. Apparently, according to the u/s tech today, that wasn’t supposed to happen. There was no order for an u/s. However, two weeks prior at the monthly, regular, boring OBGYN exam the doctor mentioned we might get a look at the goods – hence why my hubby tagged along.

Anyway, so today’s u/s was another look at my cervix and placenta. The placenta is still covering my cervix, although only partially. She said they don’t expect major movement of the placenta until 28 weeks. (And both her and my doc asked about spotting, haven’t had a lick with this placenta issue but I am to continue to watch for it…) 

As for my cervix, “resting” it is measuring 4.3, when I put pressure (yes, I had to bear down) it’s at 4. All of this is good news.

The tech then asked if I wanted a quick profile picture. Um, duh.

So I ended up getting a belly scan, although, my child decided he didn’t want his picture taken and was being most uncooperative by arching his head back. I’m demonstrating at home right now, it’s really quite demonstrative and I’m sorry you can’t see it…

I also got to hear the heartbeat.

But I was out of there in literally 10 minutes. Boo hiss.

So I just have to wait for the “big” scan at 22 weeks. My doctor mentioned that we can wait until what those scan results reveal when I need to book another cervix check.

Otherwise, that’s all. I’m still rocking the double fup. It is quite annoying and I’d really like to look properly pregnant not lumpy. But I can’t do anything about that, so I’m trying to convince myself I look sexy pregnant and not stupidly fat.

So, without further ado…

A picture of me at 14 weeks. For reference sake… Notice the fuppage. It only gets bigger. And the stretch marks, sadly, came from me and getting tall, not from pregnancy!

Now, look at me at 20 weeks. And no, you don’t get the skin show… (Do you see the divot in my belly, where my belly button is? My ute/baby has yet to breach that threshold of evening it all out. So I’m looking lumpy pregnant. It’s sexy saucy.)


My gums, my in-laws and 14 weeks…

August 12, 2008

I am 14 weeks as of today.

I find it crazy.

And I am SOOO very ready for my two bellies to merge. Right now, I seem to just have a growing, hard fup. I’d like to actually look pregnant not lumpy fat. I guess that is the joy of being tall and of average build. I also had the joy of trying to avoid’s big woman bra section – you know the one where the bra cups could fit your head and come in a delightful assortment of color choices like beige, black and white…

I’m normally a 36D. So moving up was rather difficult, at least in my head. I got just a temp bra. One to tide me through my growth spurt. It’s only a 38DD. I couldn’t bring myself to get an E cup. Although maybe a DD and E are the same. Whatever. I still am wearing the my old two-clasp bras. The three clasp one is a bit daunting yet.

The other fun part of my pregnancy are my gums. They actually are sore when I floss. But that is not the worst of it. Back in 2005, I noticed a little bump on my gum, just below one of my bottom front teeth. (What are they called?) At first, I thought it was just a piece of food under my gum line irritating it. But it got bigger. A lot bigger.

I went to the dentist and they’d seen nothing like it. Thanks. They cut it out and I nearly cried when I took a look in the mirror. I was so happy to have my smile back. I’m a very toothy smiler and the growth was visible when I gave a big smile and was partially covering my tooth.

The biopsy came back and it was just extra bone growing, for whatever reason, there. Fast forward to 2007, it returned. This time smaller but in the exact same spot. My dentist said the next time it grew, we should try and get it while small so hopefully we could be rid of it.

Of course, it started growing a little while ago. Not that it could have appeared when I wasn’t pregnant. And, obviously, it’s gotten bigger as I’ve been waiting for the magical second trimester mark to appear and for me to potentially have it removed. The first time, they cut it out. The second, they used a laser. And I have an appointment with the OBGYN later this week and one of my questions will be about it’s potential removal. 

I don’t think I can go till February with this stupid growth. It’s not especially painful. But I can tell it’s there. And it’s gross. I won’t bother to horrify you with a photo. But I worry that the doctor won’t want me to have oral surgery. Uggh. I’ll have to perfect my fake smile…

Otherwise, things are pretty good. My in-laws arrived at our house last week for a visit that will last through the month. I can’t complain though, as my father in-law is planning multiple projects around the house. Free labor always is a plus. And we think we need another puppy, our little Scottie, Molly, loves playing with their Scottie, Duncan. But she is a little widget of a thing compared with him. Maybe she’ll get a puppy when I get a baby.

I need numbers

August 4, 2008

First and foremost, I wanted to thank all of you who reassured me about the placentia previa business. I feel so lucky to have such a supportive community and making me not feel like a super big idiot who freaks out about every little thing…

And I promise to get better about commenting. I seem to still be in a fog. I don’t know what I do at work all day. Not a lot of work but oh well…

So I had a message on my phone this morning from my OBGYN. The nurse called to say my early screen was “all normal” and it “looks great.” Umm. Doesn’t she know I need numbers. I really want the odds. Maybe it’s because our whole reason to do IVF with PGD were based on the 50-50 odds of passing OI. Or I have a thing for numbers.

Or I am conditioned to my RE always telling me numbers.

I am thankful everything looks good. I’d just like a number to confirm it.

Best Ultrasound No. 2

July 10, 2008

I had an ultrasound today at CCRM, which is so fancy now they have a kiosk selling lattes, sandwiches and snacks…

But that wan’t the big news.

The BIG news was we heard the heartbeat today.

It was beyond wonderful. The little heart was pumping away with 167 beats per minute.

And I’m shocked at the changes we saw today (9w2d). Our little blob is looking like a baby. It was amazing. And our tech said our baby looked like a “linebacker” in there and was measuring several days ahead…

This might really be real… I’m in awe…

Down with meds…

July 7, 2008

So today I went in for what could be my last progesterone/estrogen check. Pretty crazy. Well, I think it is considering they have been weaning me off of them and I don’t think either level is very high.

I think this is just the worrywart in me coming out. You know, the one who still obsessively checks the soreness of her boobs, looks at all the veins on her arms, chest and hips/pelvis area to see if they are still visible. And who worries when the right arm veins fade in and out. It happens all the time. I’m not sure why I obsess. But I do.

But I do have to say I am feeling better about this actually working. I went for the last blood draw the day after my little spotting scare. And both my levels went up. So in my untrained medical opinion something is still growing and going on. It made me feel better, considering too, I was decreasing the amount of meds. So now I am just hoping the levels have continued to jump up on no patches and a single supp.

And I hate feeling/thinking/whatevering that this won’t work. I just need to be the nonIVFer who is blissfully unawares of all that could go wrong and only what can go right.