Showing posts with label I love my DH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I love my DH. Show all posts

Thursday, August 20, 2009

OB Appt and All day sickness

After speaking with Dr. A, Superman and I have found an OB. Our first appointment with him will be on September 1, so more to come on that later..
I did want to touch on choosing a hospital- which was the main focus of our last week or so. Initially, we had decided on an area hospital that some friends had used for both of their kids' births. It is well respected, close to our house and, most important to us- it is not a 'baby factory'. The rooms are birthing suites, so you're not wheeled up and down hospital halls while in labor. The nurse to patient ratio is nice and high.
Dr. A agreed with our choice, noting that pretty much any hospital in the STL area would be well equipped to handle pretty much any situation that could arise.
I am now in full swing "all day sickness". (WARNING: the following is not for the faint of stomach.) I wake up at about 5:45am, feeling sick.. wander into the kitchen and make myself breakfast, TRY to choke it down and then lay on the couch and watch the morning news for about 30 minutes or until I start to feel human again. After I shower, which is EXHAUSTING by the way, I have to sit on the floor of my bedroom and put make-up on using my closet mirror. I usually gag a dozen times before I walk out the door- sometimes over a sink, sometimes not. The drive to work is usually uneventful, I drink either a large glass of water or a can of ginger ale, depending on how I'm feeling.
Once I'm settled at work, I start 'snacking' around 9:30 or so, to combat any potential gagginess. I have a family size box of crackers stashed in one of my drawers. By 11:30, I start feeling pukey again, so I eat lunch. Around 1:00 or so, the gagginess is back and I am usually ready for a nap, so I eat a healthy snack- yogurt or cottage cheese.. today, it was an apple. By the time I get home, I am super tired and crash on the couch for about 2 hours. Superman makes dinner (He has been AMAZING throughout all of this!) and cleans up afterwards. I usually fall asleep by 9:00 and wake up 2-3 times a night to go to the bathroom- FUN.
While I am eating a lot more than I usually do, I have found that my eating habits are much better. Sweets just don't sound good to me these days. I'd rather have some steamed broccoli or a decent sized salad. No midnight runs to DQ for Superman... yet.
I feel like crap about 85% of the time, BUT the all day sickness means that the babes are growing and doing what they are supposed to be doing- so the crap is a good thing and I'll take it every day of the week ;)

Monday, March 9, 2009

Negative

I pretty much knew that I wasn't. But I still tested. And I'm not. At our last IUI, Nurse M said to make sure request a consult when I called to get another round of Clomid if AF showed up. When I mentioned this to Superman today, he asked if I could get an appointment for Monday morning, because he wants to go hunting that afternoon and he needs an excuse to take a full sick day.. to go hunting. Happy I could help honey.
Superman also had some good news today. He talked to his mom about our latest failed IUI and told her we planned to do one more IUI and then go straight to IVF. Both my MIL and FIL are incredibly supportive and each month I hate telling them we're not pregnant, because I know they are just as disappointed as we are... Anyway, MIL told Superman that they really want to help us, but the only way they know how to help is a monetary contribution to the cause (IVF). Wow. Superman said he had to take a timeout in the office bathroom because he was so overwhelmed with emotion. (Sidenote: Have I mentioned how Superman is wonderfully sensitive about just the right things? He's not sappy. He's very much a guys guy. He hunts. He plays poker with the guys. He brews his own beer. But when our furbaby ran away while we were out of town and spent the night outside- for the first time EVER. When we found him (think Homeward Bound), I don't know who cried more, him or me. And everytime "We laughed until we cried" is on the radio.. He's right there welling up with me. He's wonderful. And he's mine!!)