Archive for October, 2006
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Some things to remember when you’re pregnant AND you have a hernia, which appears to be roughly the size of your ENTIRE HAND.
Don’t Sneeze.
Whatever you do… Do Not SNEEZE.
For whatever reason, I’ve been sneezing the last few days – dunno if it’s a cold or just (YET ANOTHER) allergy, but sneezing I’ve been doing.
It really.
Really.
Sucks.
Because when I sneeze, I have to have 2 hands free.. not to cover my mouth.. but to hold those things in that are apparently trying to leave at a rapid rate of speed, through my abdomen.
It’s NOT a pretty site.
I already have the baby bump, except it’s not a baby. It’s part of my intestine!!!!! And every time I sneeze, it attempts to make a rapid escape into the big, beautiful, unemcumbered world.
Not to mention the whole BABY that would also appreciate that too. The baby who, apparently, is going through some big time life changes in there… mainly gaining weight. And girth. and ya know… appendages. The kicks are happening about 2-1/2 inches ABOVE the bellybutton, which I didn’t realize it could even reach. I’ve been unnaturally FAMISHED for days, never ever sated by anything I eat.
Last week, I was barely eating more than my 3 yr old does, cuz I was filling up so fast. This week? not so much.
Can we say GROWTH SPURT?
The last two days, however, I’ve been couched by another wonderful change that age/pregnancy brings about. Food allergies. Yesterday morning, I arose early enough to cook hubby & I a modest breakfast before he went off to work. I made an egg. I didn’t have enough bread, so I added a couple of 2″ slices of steak from the night before. I ate my egg, my steak, and I think, a cup of V8 juice.
By 10am, I was nearly writhing in pain from this enormous GAS pocket that had invaded my rapidly expanding abdomen. Whenever I was standing, the pressure was incredible.. the pains wrapping around to my back. This also was accompanied by yet another fun thing of (my ) pregnancies… braxton hicks contractions… No, they don’t hurt in the traditional sense. But when an object the size of your uterus at 5-1/2 months, decides for no apparent reason, go to HARD, it’s not comfy. Not at all. So I have all these fun things going on in my belly. Yippee yay. The contractions were actually coming quite frequently last night, even laying down. I was concerned, though of course, not enough to call “The CLINIC” (insert dramatic music here). I eventually went to sleep hoping that I wouldn’t wake up in a gush.
I didn’t 
So this morning, swearing off eggs, I settled for my yet further shrunken breakfast choices, with one of these not-so-tasty breakfast oatmeals I’d found that’s high in fiber…
and in my haste to talk to hubby before he left for work, I did something REALLY STUPID.
I added roughly a tablespoon or 2 of milk to my nice, hot oatmeal.
I CANNOT DRINK MILK.
Ya know what happens when I drink milk? I become enveloped in a ginormous ball of GAS. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Sure enough, within 30 minutes, I was couched again. THIS BITES.
My house suffers, my guilt increases because I’m relying on my 10 yr old to help me through the day with his sister.
Now granted, he does a great job. He really does. But should it be his responsibility? Although yes, I want him to be a responsible kid and adult, I still feel guilty. Such is the life of mom.
Anyways, 22 weeks and counting.
Hey, hubby just was notified that a song that he wrote has entered the top 10 worldwide on a site that focuses on unsigned talent. Isn’t THAT neat ?? I wonder if I could link it here?
I’ll work on that next.
Oops
Fall has arrived here in Northern NH, and I think that the dwindling amount of daylight has me in a very blah mood. I’m sorry I haven’t updated lately – sometimes, things just get to be too overwhelming, and I forget something here or there.
Or lately, as is the case, I’ve been a slug. NO energy, just sitting around, watching the world turn.
At my 5 month appt last week, I got to meet the dr. that I had talked to on the phone about the ketones. He didn’t come across as nearly as moronish as he had on the phone, and talked honestly with me about things. My numbers had come down in the days preceeding the appointment, so he didn’t feel the need to put me on insulin, so I was very happy.
I WASN’T happy at the scale, which said I’d gained 6 lbs in 3 freakin weeks… But over the next few days, I managed to lose 4 of them (you don’t want to know why I was up in the first place), so I don’t feel nearly as bad.
The baby’s been very active, kicking hard enough to move my book when I’m reading now. Of course, I’m the only one who manages to feel this happening still, but I think they’re (hubby & son) goofy anyways.
I *know* that if my mom and/or sister were here, they’d be able to feel it.
My glucose numbers have remained mostly steady, although even with the nighttime snack, they’re inching closer to the cutoff point, but I figure if I can stave off those damned needles even another month, I’m ahead of the game
Anyways, that’s my update, babywise, for now. Back to slug-hood.
