I want to do this!!
Today’s Exploit:
I am not as organized as my sister, or as excited about fruit sizes as the weeks progress. However most of my doctor’s appointments have been quite eventful.
How we found out:
We were visiting my baby (niece Arlo) at Cupcake’s house. I told H. I’m a couple days late. H. said okay and either didn’t remember or didn’t understand (he tends to ignore me quite a lot). So a week later I took a home test and told him the test was positive. H. said okay and went back to his phone.
Obviously we are polar opposites of my sister and her Pop tart. I’m pretty sure she screamed and danced around the house after her 50 home tests. She even sent me a picture of her first one, since it was faint and she wasn't sure, and I believed it before she did.
I set up an appointment with my doctor and went home to eat some more bread and crackers and be queazy. I think I ate enough crackers that first month to feed a small village, since they were all that eased the queazy.
The date of my first appointment came and I went thinking I would be in and out and have to deal with the terrors of needles at another time. Yay for me, they told me at the beginning of the appointment I would have blood drawn. And then went on to drag the appointment out to an hour and a half. Panic is pretty exhausting after that long.
I had my ultrasound and saw the miniature flicker that was the heart; and I was told not to do any high impact activities and not lift more than 30 pounds. I questioned that one, since I like to go to the gym and have been lifting considerably more than that for the past year and a half. But the nurse was insistent. (Naturally I ignored that and went with what was comfortable without making me want to pass out. I also had a lot of anxiety about ignoring her rules.)
I finally started to relax, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they’d forgotten and I could get away without being a pin cushion.
And then they shoved me into the room with the evil needle wielder and ran away laughing evil laughs. “Wahahahahahaha.”
Actually they were quite nice about it and tried to make me feel comfortable, but I was in the same room as NEEDLES! The nurse drew 2 vials while I pressed myself into the bed trying to get away from the poking in my arm. And then she talked to me while I regained circulation and stopped feeling like I needed to have an anxiety attack.
So, I did survive, but now I go into every appointment trying to remember if this was one of the weeks that required a blood draw. I’m pretty sure I drive my doctor nuts asking when they are EVERY time.
