So after my 8 week appointment, I was hopeful that things were going well. James and I had decided not to tell a single soul until after this appointment. We had agreed that we would strictly tell only close family members if the 8 week appointment went well. So after the doctor's visit, I immediately called James to tell him that all was well and then I called my sisters. Danielle was enjoying her last full day in California with Sunny and her family so I thought it would be a good idea to call while they were both there and tell them the good news. Besides I had been keeping it a secret for a month and really just wanted to let my family know and didn't want to wait any longer. So I called them up and said something like "Something came up recently and it might interfer a bit with the plans to Disneyland in September. I hope you guys won't be upset but I might not be able to go on too many rides because I am pregnant." Happy screams were all around and then I proceeded to tell them all that had happened in the past few weeks. Danielle was shocked because she said she had no idea I was pregnant and didn't see any signs of it at all. Poor little dear. :)
After I talked with my sisters I went over to my parents house so I could tell them in person. With deaf people it is always better to tell important things face to face than it is any other way. So over I go, and tell them I have something to show them, then whip out the ultrasound pics. They were happy and excited, if not a little cautious (thanks Dad) but all in all they were glad.
James and I called his family later that night to tell them the news as well. They were ecstatic as to be expected.
But the following week, paranoia sets in. I was actually starting to feel better and not nauseous at all. Which preceded to freak me out because all the other times that I started to feel better, it meant things would go terribly wrong. So I called the doctor and asked if I could go in for another ultrasound to calm my fears and to check on the baby. I went in on July 25 (a Friday) and met with a nurse (I guess thats what she was, she never really said) and told her my concerns. She said that she was not very skilled on the ultrasound machine but could at least find a heartbeat. I told her that that was all I needed to see. So ultrasound #3 is done and baby's heartbeat is there and s/he's bouncing around without a care in the world. Whew! Big relief for momma.
The next week rolls around and lucky for me the nausea comes back. Mostly just have a general "blah" feeling and don't have any type of appetite. Its hard to eat too much at one time and occasionally have the food come up the chute it just went down and go into the toilet. Not pleasant. Lack of energy is huge! I am sleeping more than I ever have in my life and still feel completely unmotivated and sick most days. Danielle calls me on Aug 1 (Friday) to say she has the day off and if I want to meet her and mom to do some shopping. I say yes because I do need at least a bigger pair of pants and a new bra (I get to go up a size which makes me happy because it means things really are progressing and I am not sick for nothing!) So I meet them at mall but already do not feel very well. We look around at the sales racks and are not finding much of anything. We were probably there for less than an hour, I find the things I needed and then decide I really need to go home. I just have zero energy and am not feeling so well. So I go home and rest on the couch. I was home for maybe two hours or so when I feel a gush of something. I run to the bathroom and all I see is blood. Lots of blood...
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