It’s been a week since I updated everyone on my super exciting life. Ready?
S woke up at 12:00am Friday morning projectile vomiting all over his room. This went on until 2:00am, at which time we had changed him into his last pair of clean pajamas and I had finally gotten him back into his crib. Instead of going back into my room, however, I spent the rest of my morning until 8:00am laying on the hardwood floor of his room holding his little hand through the bars of his crib. Friday we stayed home and he clung to me like a little monkey throughout the entire day.
Saturday we drove two hours away to help B’s Mom and sister clean out her Grandfather’s house. While I was immersed in that fun task, I received a voicemail from the therapist I had seen two weeks prior for my perinatal depression. She called to let me know that she had to reschedule our appointment that was scheduled for Monday because she miscarried. She was almost three weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy – so she miscarried at about 17 weeks. It overturned my stomach, my heart was in my throat and I didn’t know how to react. Needless to say, I had to be calmed down a bit from personalizing it too much…and I had to make the tough decision to not see her anymore and find someone else. Aside from the fact that she does not take our insurance, I know that I won’t feel comfortable discussing my constant miscarriage paranoia with someone who just went through it weeks before and who was further along than we were when it happened. Ugh.
Saturday night we went to a nice dinner as adults and I indulged myself. At 1:00am Sunday morning I woke up not feeling well. I spent the next seven hours either sitting upon or hunched over the toilet. Then I spent half of Sunday in the fetal position in a bed. I drove us the two hours home and immediately crawled into our bed for the rest of the night. Awful. This whole situation was slightly funny to me, as I had food poisoning at 36 weeks pregnant with S. I ended up admitted into labor and delivery for three days because the throwing up started to put me into labor.
Monday sucked. I had zero energy and felt like someone whooped my ass.
Tuesday was nothing to discuss.
Yesterday I went and got a haircut and my eyebrows waxed. This is only a huge deal because I finally did something for me. Something other than fueling my Starbucks addiction. Something completely, 100% utterly selfish. It was amazing.
And today we had our OB appointment. She scanned us solely because of my stomach flu issue and I was so excited to see Baby Ninja. He had the hiccups and it was one of the cutest things of all time, on top of the fact that he loves having his hands by his face. She said that he looked wonderful…and big.
Next OB appointment is in 4 weeks. In 1.5 weeks after that, we will be able to schedule our c-section and receive an official date and time for it. In 1 week after THAT is our big structural ultrasound.
…and, I’m feeling Baby Ninja kicking already. For those of you who have been pregnant before, it’s that irritating bubble pop/popcorn feeling that’s funny and uncomfortable at the same time. He usually kicks (or hits) low and to the side, although its super pronounced when I’m sitting down. This was super early for me to feel anything, but I’m not surprised thanks to my destroyed lower abs from my prior c-section.