Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The weeks leading up to sharing the news

May we introduce Baby Plemons!


Baby Plemons is approximately 7 weeks, 3 days in this photo and was taken back in September.  According to the date of my last cycle it suggests I should have been 8 weeks, 5 days along.  This kinda makes sense because my last cycle was about 5 days longer than usual.  Oh the joys of being a woman.  Since the sonogram is a more accurate picture and estimation to go by, our Dr is using the 7 weeks, 3 days and has set a due of May 16, 2011.

I didn't think I was pregnant at first.  I mean, everything you read says from the "first" day of your cycle. So all my counting the days was from that first day and not incorporating the extra number of days of menstruation because literature makes it seem irrelevant (little did I know).  Pregnancy test now days say you can take up to 5 to 6 days for the expected first day of missed period.  So guess what, miss have no patience here took a test at what I thought was 5 days early and was negative.  Complete disappointment.  So I waited a few more days because the closer to your expected period the better the % of accurate results.  Again negative and complete disappointment.  So at this point I thought, "we will try again."

Well the day came that I should have started and it didn't nor did it the next day.  So that evening on the 2nd day, I took another hopeful pregnancy test.  Yet again it was negative.  Can you imagine the frustration I was having with my body at this point??  Several days go by, the monthly friend hasn't visited yet and I'm starting to think that my body is completely messed up still from the miscarriage earlier in the year.  I mean I have had two very normal cycles prior to this messed up one but my body never ceases to amaze me.  Then one night after dinner, I told Brian that my stomach was upset.  He just kinda gave me a blank stare.  I'm not sure why, but my hopes were creeping back up....maybe, just maybe.  I'm out of pregnancy tests and I don't want Brian to know I'm going to take another one because he will probably think I'm crazy...so I patiently wait through out the night and through the next day at work to buy and take one.  And guess what, finally at 9 days late we have a positive test!!  Breathless and shocked I just stare at it.  Then I think I may have did the up and down jump with excitement.  As I said earlier, my body never ceases to amaze me!  I share the news with Brian first of course who says that he kinda had a feeling when I said my stomach was upset.  Then I told my Mom, and two very good friends and that was it.  I knew I could trust these people to keep it sworn to secrecy.  Brian and I decided not to share it with anyone else until we pass the 12 week miscarriage danger zone.  I called the dr and the appointment was set for around an estimated what we thought 8 weeks along.

Everything was going great until one Saturday afternoon.  I spent the morning running errands - starbucks, getting oil changed in car, lunch, etc.  That afternoon sitting in the living room, I suddenly felt like I peed on myself.  So I get up and there it was, the dreaded color red.  I think I may have stopped breathing for a bit and then the tears started flowing.  I was home alone because Brian was having to work so I texted him, my Mom and my two friends that it was over.  I was so upset.  I almost went to the store to get a bottle of red wine but instead I watched the last weeks service at our church online.  Thanks to Ed Young's (the pastor) message, I calmed down and I called the emergency line at the dr's office and left a message.  Right away the on call person called me back.  She asked me a series of questions and determined that my progrestrone was probably to low and called me in a prescription and instructed me to call her back if the bleeding proceeds or worsens and to call first thing Monday morning to make an appointment for that day.  I told her that I have a scheduled appointment for Wednesday (you know the 8 week appointment) and she said do not wait, make one for Monday so they can do blood work.  She did not want me going to the ER and take the chances of getting sick with whatever is going around.  Now, I was suppose to be leaving on Monday for a 2 day out of state business trip.  Again she said I do not recommend that, "what if you start hemorraging" while out of state.  So on a Saturday afternoon I have to call my boss and explain why I can't go out of state for the next 2 days.  Thankfully he was understanding and went on the trip for me.

Monday my dr was expecting my phone call as the on call person had already briefed her on my situation.  She was very glad that progrestrone was called in.  She wanted to keep the Wednesday appointment, not bump it up.  Seriously!!??  I was dying.  I had to wait 2 days for Wednesday to roll around.  Wednesday was sonogram day.

Wednesday finally got here and we heard the healthy heart beating at 148.  It was beautiful music to the ears.  Everything was okay!  Let me tell you how good our God is....GOD IS GREAT!!  It was determined that I was 7 weeks, 3 days as explained above and set the due date.  She went over some do's and dont's, kept me on progrestrone and said will see you next month.

The rest of September and all of October we kept this all to ourselves and boy was it hard.  I covered up by drinking water out of a beer bottle thanks to advice from one of the 2 friends I told, drank vodka and sprite a.ka. sprite only with a lime, and just plain stayed away when could from everyone.  The pregnancy was going good.  Nausea was under control as long as I kept food in my stomach.  Though one time it was pushed to far and the Sonic in Henrietta got to watch me get sick all over their parking lot.  The worst has been the exhaustion.  Who knew a person could be so tired and feel so exhausted!! All I've wanted to do is sleep.  I just want to cry every morning when my alarm goes off for work because I just want to sleep.  And I'm in bed by 8:30 or 9 at night.  I have to force myself to workout after work because guess what...yup you got it, all I want to do is go to bed.  Let me tell you how much I'm looking forward to energy coming back during the 2nd trimester.

Finally we hit 12 weeks, and our appointment is on Nov. 1.  Once again we heard a strong heart beating at 158.  Such a joyous sound!!!  Remember when I said my body never ceases to amaze me?? Well it did again.  I learned that I have the blood type opposite of 80% of the population.  I am A negative which means that almost everyone else is A positive including Brian probably.  So the odds are that the baby will be A positive which means that when our blood inter-mixes, my body will view it as a harmful thing and try to get rid of it.  It's called the RH Factor.  Thankfully my body hasn't done that yet, so at 28 weeks I have to get a shot so that antibioties are created so my body doesn't try to "get rid of the baby."  I will then have to have another shot at delivery so that a next pregnancy if we get pregnant again won't be affected.  Dr says it's not big deal.  Thanks to modern medicine and technology we can prevent what they know the body will do.  Our next monthly appointment is on Dec. 2nd.

Since the odds seems to be against me and my body likes to be weird and different we have opted to do the genetics testing.  It is offered to everyone and why someone wouldn't do it, I don't know.  This is where they test for possible birth defects or deformities such as down syndrome.  We are not worried as we are not aware of any family history but it would be nice for once to get to check the box of "no fear" on the list.  That appointment is coming up on Nov. 11.  I have full faith and trust in the good lord above that all is going to be okay.

After an interesting ride and hearing the heart beat twice from God's blessing, we have shared the news with the rest of family and friends.  That has been alot of fun.  And it's sooo nice to finally not have to hide it anymore!!

I haven't gained any weight yet but the clothes around the waist line are starting to get a bit tighter thanks to a healthy growing uterus!

I have to say getting pregnant is fun but is very stressful.  It certainly isn't easy or goes the way you want it to or they way you think it will.

Stay tuned for more.  We look forward to sharing our experience as it happens!

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