My Doctor's Visit

Since the miscarriage, I've seen the doctors so many times, it's exhausting. From the day of the positive test (January 31), I've had blood drawn 6 times, peed in 2 cups, had 3 ultrasounds, and one doctor's visit. The nurses have my cell number memorized. Sigh. I never get to go to work. When would I possibly fit that in?

My EED (estimated due date, for those not in the know) was October 10. Then, the first ultrasound showed I was a week behind. So it got changed to October 17. As a person who has been puking since February 1, the extra week of "morning" (ha) sickness was not cool. The next week showed the same thing, a full week behind, but a heartbeat. So that was nice.

Today, the baby caught up to my original due date. Yah!!! So the doctor moved my due date back to October 10. Excellent.

As usual, I cannot eat. The doctor gave me phenagran (sp?) and Zofran (a medicine they use with chemo patients). He warned me that insurance often doesn't cover Zofran, but mine does, so it was quite affordable!

If I get dehydrated, I am to call him and he will order a home health nurse to come out and give me IV fluids. Otherwise, I will be hospitalized. And, of course, I need to see him in two weeks instead of the usual four. Gre-ate. But I took the Zofran, and so far I've eaten 1/2 an apple, 2/3 of a grilled cheese sandwich, a glass of water, and 15 oz. of orange juice. That's more than I eat some entire days, and although I've thrown up twice today, it was before I ate, so that's decent news.

Once I hit 20 weeks, I'll have to take shots so to minimize a repeat premature birth.

I know y'all are only just hearing about it, but I've been thinking it since February 1, so here goes: PREGNANCY SUCKS MONKEY BUTT!

Etcetera.