Morning Sickness vs. Me

Well, bittersweet moment to recieve morning sickness.  I have told God look…I won’t complain about any symptoms you give me, and I won’t.  I started getting sick this morning and I dropped to my knees is thankful prayer.  Maybe that seems crazy but when you’ve been through this journey or traveled a similar road, you do not take anything for granted, including sickness.  

I will say, I have no earthly idea what morning sickness (like this) feels like in comparison to the flu or a really bad hangover.  I can rule out hangover, because the only thing I have cut loose with is a couple sips of a Coca-Cola, but the flu has been going around, so I guess the verdict is still out.  Either way (morning sickness or flu) is not fun in an airport and hoping it passes before actually boarding the flight.  

Also, in case you were curious, airports carry like no morning sickness things like lemon drops, saltine crackers, jolly ranchers, ginger anything.  So morning sickness…you may win this one, but I’ll be prepared for Round 2.

Wait wait wait wait wait wait. 

I sing it to the Rihanna tune, clever I know (ha), but that is all I have been doing.  

I haven’t even taken a picture for my project this week, unfortunately but I just feel like I am doing the same thing over and over.  Pill in morning, go to work, pill in evening, shot in bum, then we just repeat it.  I will say I am kind of over giving myself shots.  I am so thankful to have the opportunity to still be giving myself shots,it is just tiring and if I think about it too much I almost develop an anxiety then I tell myself to get over it and do it. It really isn’t too bad, I think I just am ready for that stage to be done with.  Done with bc my levels are superhero awesome, not done with because of a loss.  So being thankful during this stage and anticipating the next stage! 😀
Speaking of the next stage, I am ready to hit that 2nd trimester where I have more confidence in what I am feeling. We still have a bit to go, and although anything can happen at anytime, miscarriage percentages decrease at 8 weeks and then again pretty significantly around 12 weeks.  I also think “feeling” pregnant and/or looking it would help me to have more confidence instead of just sitting here in wonder all the time.  I guess this just shows how I need to be confident in God’s plan because I shouldn’t wonder or question His, no matter the outcome.

Anyways, I am not really seeming to have any symptoms and honestly, I have prayed for them. For any that complain about their morning sickness or bloating…Psh…Trade me, I’ll take it from you.  Be thankful you should have a little peace of mind, but also you get that experience.  I was having some sickness from about 3:00 pm til 7:00 pm but that has phased out OR I subconsciously eat crackers around that time and it calms my stomach.  I read that if you eat before it hits you, that can help…And to be quite frank, the foodie that I am rarely goes any period of time without food in hand or in stomach.  Seriously though, I just had a granola bar before boarding a plane and now I am sitting on the plane contemplating eating another one and I may have already looked up where I could eat breakfast during my layover. Lol – seriously is ridiculous.  I mean, occasionally I look slightly pregs, but that is generally after I eat alot of Mexican food.  

So will continue enjoying this food (and I will tell myself it is nourishment for the little one), and I will be thankful in this stage of waiting.  Because God’s got this.

Maybe putting it off will help…

I put off getting out of bed this morning.  I decided if I stayed in bed an extra 45 minutes later than normal, that maybe I wouldn’t have time to worry or think about the spotting & mild cramping that started last night.  It didn’t work….still thought about it, still googled things, and now just sitting here quietly, trying to process.  Let me be clear before I go into my thoughts / feelings, that this could totally be normal and not mean anything serious.  There are different things that can happen, it can just be how your body is reacting in general, it could be the gestational sac re-attaching to your uterus, it could be leftover from the implantation, or it could be caused from the ultrasound.  So let’s just know that from this point on…. If you send any texts of what it could be, I totally appreciate it, but I probably already know them.  However, my mind goes the other direction, because dang it we’ve been here and that’s what mom’s do right?  They love their children so much, they worry… so ya, that’s what I’ll probably be doing that.  I’m not going to allow my thoughts to be consumed by it, but the thoughts will definitely be going through my head.

Anyways, I took it easy (for the most part) all weekend.  I even had a friend that asked me if I was still on the couch 4 hours later, lol and you bet your ass I was.  I did do some things around the house, like purge my closet and take care of the animals (both are larger chores than they should be).  But I took it easy, the doctor didn’t give me the “ok” to start working out because my ovaries are still massive and they don’t want you to get ovarian torsion. Which I totally can see how this happens, even sitting up at a twisted angle sometimes I’ll get a little pain b/c those ovaries aren’t used to the size they’ve been shot up to be.  My doctor said maybe another month and they should start looking normal.  So, back to last night…. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up in some mild pain, as well as some light spotting, which my mind could’ve gone 1,007 places, but I decided I wasn’t going to allow myself to do that, but instead I went straight to bed (skipped the teeth brushing and letting the dogs outside), text Jason that I needed prayers, and fell asleep praying.

Which leads to this morning….I wake up and just knew it hadn’t stopped so I just stayed in bed and put it off b/c I just didn’t want to start the week like this.  If anything I did this weekend caused that, then what will this weekend be like when we have a wedding to shoot.  HOW DO I DO THIS WITHOUT CAUSING ISSUES?  I honestly don’t know…

Like I said, I know all of these symptoms could be the cause of other things (other things that mean nothing) but it could also mean it’s the start of bad news… So…this is all I’ll write about it and/or think about it.  I’m not going to dwell on what could be, and I’ll contact my doctor if it gets worse and go from there, but for now, I’m going to do my best to keep that out of mind and pray that little fighter is holding on strong.

 

Joy in donuts

I’ve been searching for my joy and I’ve found it…. In donuts.  Just kidding, but I did find a little joy in one today.

In all seriousness, I was overwhelmed with a bit of mixed emotions yesterday.  I, of course, was happy to see a little flicker of a heartbeat on the ultrasound, but I also found myself upset and feeling down for some reason.  After coming to the realization that my sadness was mourning for the other little one that we lost, I found peace.  Peace in knowing that our little one that didn’t make it was being held by the biggest, strongest, most powerful God and that was the best place for them.  And that brings joy to my heart and peace to my soul.  

Today, I woke up in a calm peace and felt I could now put all my energy into the littlest we do have.  It doesn’t mean we have forgotten the other littles but we know they’re in a safe place.  And He has given us this littles to take care of, love and raise like He wants, so that is what we will do and we will be joyful and grateful in every moment!  So thank you Lord for giving us this opportunity (and thank you for donuts).

Where is my joy…

I have been sitting here all evening trying to figure out why I wasn’t over the moon ecstatic for our news on our sweet little one today. Let me first state, I am over the moon ecstatic!!  I cried happy tears, trust me.  Yet, something just didn’t feel right.  I tried to explain it to J, but he told me I just need to get out of my head.  Which, I am sure I probably need to do, but my joy still feels a little stifled.  

Then it hit me….Charlie, my pup, jumps on my stomach and I was quickly reminded that my joy feels a little stifled because we lost a little one.  Maybe it wasn’t today, but we found out today.  We need to mourn, we need time to process, and we need to remember that sweet one that didn’t make it.  Mourn happiness & gratefulness though, because not everyone gets this opportunity to have a little one, let alone little ones.  We are incredibly lucky to have (now) five little ones in heaven.  And for that we are so so thankful.  Just I also need just a second of mourning…. so my joy can be overflowing for the little sibling we still do have!  

Dear joy…I can’t wait to see you and thankful to celebrate with you soon!

A little flicker…

I wrote something as I was in the doctors office when I was trying to keep my cool while I sit there, lay there, sit back up, move around in nervousness…

Before: “Today.  I’m scared.  Scared I am by myself.  Scared in general.  Overcome with emotion and trying to take deep breaths to chill myself out and the doctor hasn’t even come in yet.”
After: “Today, I am scared, nervous, unsure, and wish I felt overwhelmed with joy, but that part is kinda missing for some reason.”

I should be overwhelmed with joy, and I am joyful and thankful (Thank you God, this was all you!) Thankful because we had a little flicker of a heartbeat today! Yay!   I didn’t get to hear the heartbeat today but I got to see it flicker just a smidge.  And our two embryos have turned to one little one, which is a little sad to think we lost another one, but we do have one flicker of a heartbeat, and for that we are so so thankful!

I feel a little relief, but mostly nerves and wonder if we can make it to 8 weeks.  Praying I can keep thoughts like that out of my head and focus on only good, positive thoughts for this little one because he or she deserves it!  Little fighter they are deserve good thoughts, so that is what I’ll be doing the next 2 weeks.. 
PS J is celebrating from India! 😂

Thoughts and things…

There’s a few things that have been swirling through my mind the past few days.

First… the thought of why are so many people going through struggles.  Couples that are praying every day and begging for children have issues or hiccups or not able to conceive and I just don’t understand why.  The only thing I can say when I hear a story is tell them that I know God has a plan for us and He knows the amount we can withstand, and I pray that someday, I can understand whatever He throws at us….  In the meantime, ya got to keep the faith and keep moving forward.

Other thoughts swirling up in that big noggin are…excitement of what we may find out tomorrow, if we can start thinking about names, and how will we change up the house for their room?  Then I have feelings on the other spectrum, the anxiety of what we may find out tomorrow, if I will miscarry on my own or will I have to get another D&C.  Honestly, I’ve already thought about what we’d do if this happened; and I’d get a D&C asap, as in Monday, so I could be recuperated by next week’s wedding in Maine.  So I guess if it goes that route, I’ll pray I can get in somewhere to make that happen Monday, have a day or two of recuperation and Thursday off to Maine.  Not ideal, right?   Obviously, I know it may seem like I’m just thinking negatively, but I’m really not.  My imagination is HUGE and it runs wild pretty regularly, however in this situation I’m just trying to be realistic with myself and prepare myself for what may come.

There are three ways the appointment can go tomorrow.  We can find out good news & hear a heartbeat(s) (yay, obviously what we’ve been praying for), or we can find out not so good news and have that feeling in my heart ripped out again, or third situation (which I haven’t thought about til a good friend text me and told me it was possible – not to scare me but to prepare me, if necessary) but that we receive news that yes, there is something in there but we can’t hear the heartbeat b/c they’re too young.  Not going to lie, my heart sank a little when I heard that was a possibility. What’s funny is, I knew it was a possibility all along, I just didn’t think that would happen to us.  So thankful for my sweet friend that told me that happened with her now 5 year old.  For my state of mind, I just feel I need to hear a heartbeat.  I need that, for my sanity and for comfort.  I know the comfort would be temporary, but at least we’d receive some.

It’s sad really to go through a pregnancy like this.  (I know) I’ve had multiple people reach out and tell me not to worry and enjoy all the moments.  I completely 110% get it and agree.  It’s just once you have that first miscarriage you play it more cautiously.  You eat and drink only recommended things.  You take it easy and don’t overdo it, even when it isn’t convenient.  And you pray and don’t tell anyone for fear you’d have to go back and tell them, “Hey, we miscarried, so ya…”  Or what’s even worse is forgetting to tell someone you secretly told and 3 months later they ask how you’re feeling.  Ugh.  Anyways, after this many, I’m ready for that little heartbeat(s).  These moments should be nerves full of excitement, not nerves full of worry/anxiety.  And granted, I’m doing my best to be positive, but I’ve noticed all my self-portrait photos, I’m not smiling, I’m being cautious to be too happy.  It sucks….  I’m totally not complaining, because this situation is what God has decided we’re strong enough for, so please don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining.  I just don’t like the fact that I think like this….how do you get out of your head and fully enjoy this moment of waiting….. I’ll let you know when I figure it out I guess.

Heartbeat or not, Jason will not be there to hear it and unfortunately my silly phone decided to stop recording sound today so he won’t get the opportunity to hear a heartbeat live or even by recording.  But I know he’ll get to some day and that is something to look forward to…

We appreciate the prayers for tomorrow…

Distractions…

Several distractions are going on this week, which is exactly what I’ve needed to keep my nerves about the 6 week ultrasound on Friday to a minimum.  Small distractions, like Jason being in India, tornado warnings (ya know, small things…) and then the bigger & more annoying ones like the dogs being muddy every single night (baths for days) and small cold I’ve seem to caught (thanks Jason).  This takes up much of my free time, so less time to sit there and dwell on what will / won’t happen on Friday.

Yet, it also makes me a little sad that I feel I’ve gotten a little complacement? with this pregnancy, where I’m not focused on it enough.  Maybe that’s a good thing?  I just feel like I should spend the majority of my time focused on the little ones and praying they are healthy and growing!  Maybe this is just how a parent always feels.  You’re always thinking, worrying about your children and some days you’re simply too busy and not giving them enough attention.  #parentlife

Enough of the rambling… no real changes with me this week.  I still don’t “feel” pregnant like I have in the past, which could all be in my head.  I may be having a little morning sickness but not until 3ish pm.  I think that’s what it is….but I don’t know to be honest.  It could be my head cold and just taking too much out of me, or it could be me just being hungry and I feel a little weak.  Only other things that are changing is I get dizzy occasionally when I get up too quickly.  I find myself getting up and pausing a few seconds before moving much more, and that seems to help. Beyond that, I don’t “feel” pregnant (no bloating, exhaustion, etc).  Everyone and every pregnancy is different though, so throw your expectations out the window.  No one has control over this but the good Lord, so I’ll just take symptoms as they come or don’t come….  And lastly, I’m starting to get much better at giving the progesterone shots to myself.  The first day on my own, I hit a vein (dang it), so I had to start all over and I questioned myself if I could really do them on my own or not.  It’s getting much easier and as long as I’m relaxed (or as relaxed as I can be), it doesn’t seem to hurt, so that is a win.  So I will keep trucking along and hopefully kick this cold in the meantime.  And will continue praying the little one(s) will show up for me on Friday and will be healthy, healthy, healthy!

Ps.  I probably don’t sound too worried about Friday, but jeez I am, I am just allowing myself to continue to be distracted, because dwelling on what may or may not happen isn’t doing me and/or little ones any good.  And I’m working on giving those worries up to God, because He is in control, not me.

Thankful & in need of strength..

Thankful for all the incredible people in our lives that are saying prayers for our levels to increase!  And they did!  Again, praise the Lord!  Our levels increased to 2,362, which is a healthy increase that I will not complain about!

I cannot complain about anything else either.  Every step on this journey, I’m going to be thankful.  Currently, the hubs is sick, like sick sick (sicker than the normal man cold), and hasn’t been able to help much around the house when I’m exhausted.  In addition, he’s leaving for India tomorrow and then on the 16th, we meet in Maine for a wedding.  Therefore, the stress level is a bit higher than I’d like and the house isn’t as germ-free as I would prefer and we aren’t at our healthiest, but we’ve got to be thankful.  This morning I got down on my knees and thanked God that Jason was going through this sickness…I didn’t know WHY he was going through this sickness, but it is for a reason and maybe to get it out of his system before he travels to a foreign country..I’m not even going to pretend to know why he is, but it’s for a reason, so we should be thankful for it.  Thankful for this sickness and for the stress that tends to come with it.

Although, we’re thankful, we’re also a wee bit nervous.  Because our next Dr. appointment is next Friday.  On the 10th, we get our 6 week ultrasound done and this is exciting but oh, so nerve wracking.  Ultrasounds – I’ve had plenty of those bad boys.  They can be really exciting, especially when you finally hear that heartbeat and the Dr. says, “Everything looks good.”  Except, we’ve never experienced this.  It’s always been silent and cold, as you see the smile slowly fall off the nurse’s face, and you have this awkward moment where you know, she knows you know it’s bad news.  You just nod and suck it up and hold strong to not cry til she leaves the room.  She scurries to grab a doctor and you receive the inevitable, the only news you didn’t want to hear that day.

There was one time,  we heard a heartbeat, well I heard a heartbeat.  I was going back to an emergency surgery and he couldn’t be with me in the room.  I heard a heartbeat, a strong one, and the nurse quickly said, that’s just your blood flowing, not a heartbeat.  Later to find out, she was just trying to comfort me because it was a heartbeat, a heartbeat inside my fallopian tube.  It was our 2nd ectopic pregnancy and that little one wasn’t a vital pregnancy and unfortunately we lost him/her. 😦  I really, really don’t want to experience this again.  I need to hear a strong heartbeat.  I want to have the doctor exclaim, “Everything looks great!”  I desire to feel that inside of me.  I need that, but maybe God may have a different plan and I know this.  Therefore, I need strength to get through this next week.  I need peace to do this ultrasound fearlessly, and without losing my mind.  Jason will be missing this ultrasound (in India), so I’ll be doing this solo.  Well, I say solo, but I know God will be by my side and I’ll also probably bring my mom with me.  I’ll just make her wait in the waiting room because if it’s bad news, I’d rather lose it by myself than with her there.  I cope better that way.  So strength.  I need you this week. In the meantime, I’ll just be thankful.

525 & Thankful

525…those were great numbers to hear today!  Praise the Lord!   

My HCG level increased to a more comfortable level than the original test.  A little sigh of relief swept over these parents.  Of course, it won’t be the last worry or stress we will see on this journey, but we will take them one at a time.

On top of this great news today, I did my first progesterone shot on my own. Whew!  J will be heading to India the end of this week and since he has been giving me the progesterone shot, I have put off giving them to myself.  I almost even chickened out this evening, but decided I needed to suck it up and get it over with!  A shot is a shot, not a big deal.  But the shots in the the stomach weren’t that bad, just a little annoying.  At least I could see where I was injecting them. Progesterone is an intramuscular injection, in other words, right in the bum.  It wasn’t the easiest to do but is completely doable and did it myself today.  That may seem like something small, but I consider that two weights lifted off my shoulders today.  

Thank you dear God for taking care of us and these little superhero(es) that are being as strong as they can be!  Thankful today.