Its been a few days since I have updated. We are officially into our SECOND TRIMESTER! Let me just say I love the second trimester. Its when you have more energy, you can start feeling the baby move, *hopefully* less morning, the big ultrasound. Lots of fun stuff! Since my last post I have seen my OB. I am going to call her Dr. A ... for Awesome. I freaking love her. Dr. A first she looks like she is about 12. (Though she mentioned when she was prego being old and having been at a higher risk of DS...I had previously thought she was younger than me. Anywho.) Part of the reason I like her so much is that she never thinks I am crazy even when I think I am. She asked me how I was feeling and we talked a bit about the morning sickness and she called in two new RX for it. (Making it the fourth and fifth scripts to combat the dreaded nausea.) One is actually for reflux and heartburn BUT I think we are making progress with it. My intense gag reflex seems to be mostly controlled by it. The second makes me sleep. I have no clue as to the effect it has on nausea because I just sleep. Either way...I'm happy.
She also made the decision to refer me to a high risk/fetal and maternal health doctor. I will finalize my appointment with him tomorrow. By my understanding it is kinda a consult appointment. He will go over the complications I had during, and after my pregnancy with Corah. Based off of that he will access the risks with this pregnancy. Based off that he will decide if I need to see him durning the whole pregnancy. I am going to call him Dr. Risky. I have mixed feelings about seeing Dr. Risky. On one hand I feel like its silly I know a two other women who see him currently and they have what I feel like are serious risks while I don't necessarily feel like I do. On the other hand my doctor likes to remind me that I have a PE...and nearly freaking died...how much more serious does it come? I have always said all the complications I had with Cor were so minor when you consider the big picture. We are both alive and healthy what more can I ask for.
This is also why I love Dr. A. She said she is a bit concerned with my weight loss, but said it is typical for me. She is going to give me a little time in the second trimester and with the new prescriptions before getting to worried. She is however going to see me every two weeks rather than just monthly. At least until I see Dr. Risky and I stop losing weight. She said we will both feel better knowing I am being watched closely. Not only does she remember my pregnancy with Cor but she remembers why I have a bit of anxiety surounding pregnancy. Which isn't something that would just be in my file. All in all after my Appointment with Dr. A I feel like I can finally relax a little bit. I don't think I am going to shake the waiting for the other shoe to drop feeling. However, I do feel like no matter what maybe, might could happen I am doing everything I can to stop it.
For the first time since the positive HPT I am actually starting to think/dream about what life will be like with a new little person. I am starting to get excited.
In other Sholar family news. We have recently learned that living with a two-year-old is similar to living with a stand up comedian. The things she comes up with crack me up. Like fake sneezing while sounding british. Or her passion for praying. When we say our prayers before meals or a night we hold hands. (This is mostly to combat wondering hands distracting her.) Prayer time consists of Someone saying God Bless ______ (insert friend or family member name.) Corah repeats us. We have started adding Pistachio to our prayers. At first she dutifully prayed for 'stachio. Lately I think she is started to connect 'stachio with baby...and changes to her life. So when someone says 'God Bless Pistachio.' Corah replies with 'No! No 'stachio! yucky!' I guess we have officially started sibling rivalry. So you might say a quick prayer for Corah that she starts to love the idea of 'stachio.
A second bit of comedy comes from life with a toddler too. For her birthday Corah got an adorable little bear from my parents. It is the new recordable type. When squeezed you hear my parents say...
Together: Who loves Corah?
Papa: Papa Does!
Gramma: Gramma Does!
Together: Hug Me Bear Does!
The recording goes on a bit after that. However, I had the holy living daylights scared out of me last night by 'Hug Me Bear.' Corah rolled on to the bear and through our Monitor I suddenly her my parents talking. In my groggy rx induced already sleeping state I couldn't make out the words that they were saying. Until the second or third round I was convinced I was in some sort of coma and coming to after who knows how long.
-Tonya
By the way! Shout out to Aunt Dinky! Thank you for reading my blog too! You and Aunt Nancy are my motivation to try and remember to update!
For the first time since the positive HPT I am actually starting to think/dream about what life will be like with a new little person. I am starting to get excited.
In other Sholar family news. We have recently learned that living with a two-year-old is similar to living with a stand up comedian. The things she comes up with crack me up. Like fake sneezing while sounding british. Or her passion for praying. When we say our prayers before meals or a night we hold hands. (This is mostly to combat wondering hands distracting her.) Prayer time consists of Someone saying God Bless ______ (insert friend or family member name.) Corah repeats us. We have started adding Pistachio to our prayers. At first she dutifully prayed for 'stachio. Lately I think she is started to connect 'stachio with baby...and changes to her life. So when someone says 'God Bless Pistachio.' Corah replies with 'No! No 'stachio! yucky!' I guess we have officially started sibling rivalry. So you might say a quick prayer for Corah that she starts to love the idea of 'stachio.
A second bit of comedy comes from life with a toddler too. For her birthday Corah got an adorable little bear from my parents. It is the new recordable type. When squeezed you hear my parents say...
Together: Who loves Corah?
Papa: Papa Does!
Gramma: Gramma Does!
Together: Hug Me Bear Does!
The recording goes on a bit after that. However, I had the holy living daylights scared out of me last night by 'Hug Me Bear.' Corah rolled on to the bear and through our Monitor I suddenly her my parents talking. In my groggy rx induced already sleeping state I couldn't make out the words that they were saying. Until the second or third round I was convinced I was in some sort of coma and coming to after who knows how long.
-Tonya
By the way! Shout out to Aunt Dinky! Thank you for reading my blog too! You and Aunt Nancy are my motivation to try and remember to update!
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