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Nov. 27th, 2002 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWell, it's been a very busy couple of weeks. I'd meant to post something last week but let myself get distracted by a variety of other things (some of which I can't actually recall, but they must have existed). Anyway, I'm just going to try to hit the high points.
On the 19th, I saw the obstetrician for the first time. She agreed with my estimates on dating the pregnancy. Apparently the size of the fetus fit better with my 11 weeks and 5 days than with the 13 weeks that the start of my last menstrual period would imply. I'd been afraid I'd be dealing with one of those doctors who insists on treating everything as if the perfect 28 day cycle really were true for everybody. Since mine has in the past varied from 21 days to upwards of 60... I was charting waking temperatures, cervical fluid, cervical position, etc. in order to know when I'd ovulated, and it was day 23 not day 14.
I spoke more with the nurse than with the doctor. The impression I got is that the nurse will be the real coordinator of my care. They agreed that I can start taking the soma again (I stopped after the positive pregnancy test and have been pretty unhappy about it. I'd forgotten what some of the fibromyalgia symptoms felt like during the years of taking the soma), and they actually paid attention when I told them that I find IVs horribly painful. I don't know what we'll do as a solution to the I.V. problem, but I really hope we can come up with something.
The high point of the visit, for me at least, was the ultrasound. I hadn't expected them to do one; everything I'd read seemed to indicate that that doesn't normally happen until round about week 20. I suspect that the difference may be my classification as a high risk pregnancy (age, weight and asthma). The fetus looked rather more identifiable than I'd expected, and I got to see it from several different angles. They even gave me a printout of one of the images (which Scott promptly scanned so we could e-mail it to various relatives who might be expected to care).
LunarGeography was kind enough to take me to the appointment and stay with me for moral support. She helped me remember a couple of things that I'd wanted to bring up. She's been a big help with all of this so far, and she and Scott have worked out some cooperative bullying techniques for when they think I should eat more, drink more or sleep more.
I'm hoping that the various unpleasant symptoms of my first trimester will pass soon. My breasts still hurt, and I tire easily. The nausea comes and goes (Today's been pretty clear. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!). I've let a lot of household chores lapse while I've been feeling crummy, and I'd like to pick them back up again before I get too far behind. Scott's been picking up the slack where he can, but he can't manage everything.
After I saw the obstetrician, we sent out a ton of e-mails letting various people know about the pregnancy. This resulted in a flood of congratulatory messages most of which I have yet to answer. I'm trying to do one or two a day, but it's hard to come up with an original way to say "thanks for the good wishes!" I've decided not to bother answering most of the messages from people we see regularly. I was a little startled because one woman from my White Wolf game sent us a congratulatory card rather than responding to the e-mail. I'm not sure what the appropriate etiquette response is for that.
On the 19th, I saw the obstetrician for the first time. She agreed with my estimates on dating the pregnancy. Apparently the size of the fetus fit better with my 11 weeks and 5 days than with the 13 weeks that the start of my last menstrual period would imply. I'd been afraid I'd be dealing with one of those doctors who insists on treating everything as if the perfect 28 day cycle really were true for everybody. Since mine has in the past varied from 21 days to upwards of 60... I was charting waking temperatures, cervical fluid, cervical position, etc. in order to know when I'd ovulated, and it was day 23 not day 14.
I spoke more with the nurse than with the doctor. The impression I got is that the nurse will be the real coordinator of my care. They agreed that I can start taking the soma again (I stopped after the positive pregnancy test and have been pretty unhappy about it. I'd forgotten what some of the fibromyalgia symptoms felt like during the years of taking the soma), and they actually paid attention when I told them that I find IVs horribly painful. I don't know what we'll do as a solution to the I.V. problem, but I really hope we can come up with something.
The high point of the visit, for me at least, was the ultrasound. I hadn't expected them to do one; everything I'd read seemed to indicate that that doesn't normally happen until round about week 20. I suspect that the difference may be my classification as a high risk pregnancy (age, weight and asthma). The fetus looked rather more identifiable than I'd expected, and I got to see it from several different angles. They even gave me a printout of one of the images (which Scott promptly scanned so we could e-mail it to various relatives who might be expected to care).
LunarGeography was kind enough to take me to the appointment and stay with me for moral support. She helped me remember a couple of things that I'd wanted to bring up. She's been a big help with all of this so far, and she and Scott have worked out some cooperative bullying techniques for when they think I should eat more, drink more or sleep more.
I'm hoping that the various unpleasant symptoms of my first trimester will pass soon. My breasts still hurt, and I tire easily. The nausea comes and goes (Today's been pretty clear. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!). I've let a lot of household chores lapse while I've been feeling crummy, and I'd like to pick them back up again before I get too far behind. Scott's been picking up the slack where he can, but he can't manage everything.
After I saw the obstetrician, we sent out a ton of e-mails letting various people know about the pregnancy. This resulted in a flood of congratulatory messages most of which I have yet to answer. I'm trying to do one or two a day, but it's hard to come up with an original way to say "thanks for the good wishes!" I've decided not to bother answering most of the messages from people we see regularly. I was a little startled because one woman from my White Wolf game sent us a congratulatory card rather than responding to the e-mail. I'm not sure what the appropriate etiquette response is for that.
