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Mar. 25th, 2003 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI hate this medication. I'd hate being without it even more, but... I need to talk to my OB again. I looked the medication up on the NIH website (they provide access to Medline's drug databases) and found some stuff that makes me uncomfortable. Basically, this anti-nausea med can have some bad effects if I take it within two weeks of delivery. The baby is more likely to have jaundice and muscle tremors and may have problems with blood clotting. I want to be sure that my OB is aware of this. I rather assume that she is, but... It's not an assumption that I want to take a chance on. I want to discuss the possible risks and benefits carefully.
I've been watching some X Files reruns. It's not a show that ever caught my attention when it was first broadcast. Every time we tried it out, we got episodes with overwhelming gross out factors. Now I'm finding some episodes intriguing. It's not a great show for me to be watching when my stomach's so hair trigger, though. Every now and then, I have to mute the sound and look away for a while. My mind knows it's all fiction, but my body reacts as if I were witnessing real events that might be a threat to my body and my baby. I suppose it's a defense mechanism of sorts. That is, if people around me are throwing up, coughing, convulsing, whatever, maybe I should do the same.
I've actually gotten some further writing done. I had to change the point of view on the scene that was stalling me. I guess I'm going to flip flop back and forth between the two characters during part 10. I'd hoped to avoid it.
I just got back from doing some baby shower registration at Target. The whole process annoyed me, but Mary's presence kept me from growling too much. (Scott commented that his presence wouldn't have done as much.) I'm going to finish the process online rather than try to fuss with finding things in the store. The one trip made my hip grouchy enough..
While Mary and I were at Target, Scott and Dorothy worked on painting. They got the ceiling done and most of the walls (just some touch ups left). The peach color that we picked, "wispy peach," looks pretty good. Since we've decided to pursue a Winnie the Pooh theme (at least as much as we do a theme), the color works especially well.
I've been watching some X Files reruns. It's not a show that ever caught my attention when it was first broadcast. Every time we tried it out, we got episodes with overwhelming gross out factors. Now I'm finding some episodes intriguing. It's not a great show for me to be watching when my stomach's so hair trigger, though. Every now and then, I have to mute the sound and look away for a while. My mind knows it's all fiction, but my body reacts as if I were witnessing real events that might be a threat to my body and my baby. I suppose it's a defense mechanism of sorts. That is, if people around me are throwing up, coughing, convulsing, whatever, maybe I should do the same.
I've actually gotten some further writing done. I had to change the point of view on the scene that was stalling me. I guess I'm going to flip flop back and forth between the two characters during part 10. I'd hoped to avoid it.
I just got back from doing some baby shower registration at Target. The whole process annoyed me, but Mary's presence kept me from growling too much. (Scott commented that his presence wouldn't have done as much.) I'm going to finish the process online rather than try to fuss with finding things in the store. The one trip made my hip grouchy enough..
While Mary and I were at Target, Scott and Dorothy worked on painting. They got the ceiling done and most of the walls (just some touch ups left). The peach color that we picked, "wispy peach," looks pretty good. Since we've decided to pursue a Winnie the Pooh theme (at least as much as we do a theme), the color works especially well.
