Some of you know what's been going on and some don't. I've really neglected my blog for a while - sorry! Like I said, some of you know what's up, and will understand.
So ... now that it is basically no longer a secret - I'm pregnant again. I am very excited, yet I've been a bit trepidatious. This was planned - and was planned after my miscarriage in January. That unexpected event showed us how much we want another baby. So, I finally got pregnant again. But, the fear of another miscarriage is always in the back of my mind.
I saw my doctor at 6 weeks and an ultrasound showed everything was fine. Another ultrasound 1-1/2 weeks later showed the same. At that point, I'm starting to feel better - I'm approaching the end of the "danger zone" where the threat of another miscarriage is higher. So I started to tell a few people. Still not broadcasting, but sharing the news a bit.
I had a scheduled tradeshow in Anaheim, California. I discussed it with my doctor and it seemed fine. I worked tradeshows through both pregnancies without a problem.
Last Monday, at the tradeshow, I started bleeding. And freaking out - naturally. Especially given what happened with the last pregnancy. After a phone call to my doctor early Tuesday morning, I took a cab to the nearest ER/hospital. Most of the day was spent in the ER. I felt so alone. I was alone. In a city far away from home. Far away from familiy. I tried to hold it together, but I was really scared. And my poor co-worker (who was still basically in training) was stuck at the convention center, working alone. I was worried about her.
By the time I left there, I felt better. I had suffered a "threatened miscarriage" (any bleeding during pregnancy is called that), but the ultrasound showed that all was well. I was ordered to not return to the convention center, but to rest in bed that day, to fly home the next day, and spend the rest of the week in bed. I could not WAIT to get home. I was emotionally exhausted.
So, I left my hotel at 6:30 Wednesday morning and arrived home around 5:00 pm - and I spent the next 4 days doing almost NOTHING. Sure, my house shows that I did almost nothing. It is a wreck. I did a few loads of laundry (the machine does the work and I can fold while in bed). We had lots of leftovers and take-out.
So, this week, I'm playing catch up. Yet - I am still feeling absolutely and utterly EXHAUSTED. I have for most of this pregnancy (and it's only been 9 weeks - I still have 30 more weeks to go!!!) And sick! I'm so nauseated. I hate that. I constantly have this "I'm about to throw up" feeling, no food sounds good, I'm afraid to eat, but if I don't I feel worse. I've got massive heart burn. Chris keeps telling me "embrace it, you wanted a baby, you wanted this, embrace it and don't complain". He is lucky I didn't hit him in the head with a lamp.
The kids are excited. They are telling everyone they "can trust to keep a secret". But really - it's no longer a secret. I'm feeling better about it every day. And more confident.
I saw my doctor at 6 weeks and an ultrasound showed everything was fine. Another ultrasound 1-1/2 weeks later showed the same. At that point, I'm starting to feel better - I'm approaching the end of the "danger zone" where the threat of another miscarriage is higher. So I started to tell a few people. Still not broadcasting, but sharing the news a bit.
I had a scheduled tradeshow in Anaheim, California. I discussed it with my doctor and it seemed fine. I worked tradeshows through both pregnancies without a problem.
Last Monday, at the tradeshow, I started bleeding. And freaking out - naturally. Especially given what happened with the last pregnancy. After a phone call to my doctor early Tuesday morning, I took a cab to the nearest ER/hospital. Most of the day was spent in the ER. I felt so alone. I was alone. In a city far away from home. Far away from familiy. I tried to hold it together, but I was really scared. And my poor co-worker (who was still basically in training) was stuck at the convention center, working alone. I was worried about her.
By the time I left there, I felt better. I had suffered a "threatened miscarriage" (any bleeding during pregnancy is called that), but the ultrasound showed that all was well. I was ordered to not return to the convention center, but to rest in bed that day, to fly home the next day, and spend the rest of the week in bed. I could not WAIT to get home. I was emotionally exhausted.
So, I left my hotel at 6:30 Wednesday morning and arrived home around 5:00 pm - and I spent the next 4 days doing almost NOTHING. Sure, my house shows that I did almost nothing. It is a wreck. I did a few loads of laundry (the machine does the work and I can fold while in bed). We had lots of leftovers and take-out.
So, this week, I'm playing catch up. Yet - I am still feeling absolutely and utterly EXHAUSTED. I have for most of this pregnancy (and it's only been 9 weeks - I still have 30 more weeks to go!!!) And sick! I'm so nauseated. I hate that. I constantly have this "I'm about to throw up" feeling, no food sounds good, I'm afraid to eat, but if I don't I feel worse. I've got massive heart burn. Chris keeps telling me "embrace it, you wanted a baby, you wanted this, embrace it and don't complain". He is lucky I didn't hit him in the head with a lamp.
The kids are excited. They are telling everyone they "can trust to keep a secret". But really - it's no longer a secret. I'm feeling better about it every day. And more confident.
