Limbo Lady
A couple of posts ago I mentioned that I was feeling weak and mostly like crap. I got to see the doctor on Friday and she didn't really clear anything up. She ordered some blood work and set me up with an appointment to see a cardiologist on Tuesday.
I have to admit, being told to see a cardiologist at six months pregnant is fairly scary. I was shaken. My feeling was that we were going to go in and she was going to tell me to stop being a baby. I had worked it all out in my head that I'm anemic and that everything would go back to normal; it was just a matter of time.
I did the thing they tell you not to do and I Googled the hell out of this. I was hoping to find a simple solution and have my mind put at ease. There wasn't a lot of stuff to find, really, and the stuff I did find was ... not good. I've told myself that this is just my doctor taking precautions and not to panic.
In the meantime I was ordered to cut back just a bit on the amount of water I was drinking and add more sodium. I'm also taking a 12 hour Sudafed in the morning to raise my blood pressure, which is low and the likely culprit for my fainting spells.
Saturday was a nightmare because I took the pill and it raised my blood pressure, but Adam wouldn't let me *do* anything, except play Tetris for eight hours, so I got a headache. I raided the cabinet and discovered that we didn't have anything to take to make the headache go away. I ended up with a thudding skull all day, making me quite pleasant to be around.
Later in the afternoon, though, he eased up and I was able to help him clear out the nursery. We took everything out so that he can prep the space for painting in the next few weeks. I'll admit it was painful to see what used to be Mazzy's room stripped bare. We want to make the place different for Nora.
We know that there is delicate balance we're going to have to walk for the first year, or so. I want to find a way to make Nora feel special without erasing Mazzy from the common history. I picked through and put away toys that were so specifically for Mazzy that sharing them seems cruel, but I didn't take everything away.
Is it weird? I don't want Nora to grow up thinking that we didn't she was good enough to play with Mazzy's things, like we keep her memory above Nora's life. I probably think too much about it. There's the rub; knowing that I'm too concerned with how to make the 'right' choice, but unable to stop myself.
Anyway, that was yesterday. Today was a new day. Since I did so well on the Sudafed in the afternoon, Adam agreed to back off today and I did a bunch of housework. I worked from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon and it was great. There were a lot of chores that had been neglected because I'd been feeling so weak and it was nice to get them caught up. I felt like a new person. It was the second trimester euphoria I remember from before. "Comfortably Pregnant" indeed.
Tomorrow I go for my glucose test in the morning. Tuesday is the cardiologist and Wednesday I take Mom to see her shrink. I'm going to be busy the first part of the week, obviously, so I needed to be ahead of my house stuff so that I could do all of the running that needs to be done.
I'm hoping that I feel secure enough on Wednesday that I will be able to borrow the car all day and I can do some fine tuning to my registry. There are a few items I need to add, but I can't seem to pick them via the internet. I want to touch them. I'm funny that way.
The baby shower invitations go out in two weeks. My friends are in charge and I'm not entirely confident they'll be ready. I've vowed to just be happy with whatever I end up having done for me. It's better than freaking out, right?
I'm overly worried about what's going to happen in six weeks. I'm 24 weeks now and I was on bed rest at thirty weeks with Mazzy. I keep getting stuck on that and the fact that we are nowhere near set up for this kid. Everyone seems to think since we have a lot of the stuff we don't need to feel rushed for anything. That's great, but I don't work that way. I want to be done. Now.
My Sudafed is wearing off and I'm wiped. It feels like flipping a switch and suddenly my arms are too heavy to type efficiently. That's a pretty good indicator I should sign off and get ready for bed.
I have to admit, being told to see a cardiologist at six months pregnant is fairly scary. I was shaken. My feeling was that we were going to go in and she was going to tell me to stop being a baby. I had worked it all out in my head that I'm anemic and that everything would go back to normal; it was just a matter of time.
I did the thing they tell you not to do and I Googled the hell out of this. I was hoping to find a simple solution and have my mind put at ease. There wasn't a lot of stuff to find, really, and the stuff I did find was ... not good. I've told myself that this is just my doctor taking precautions and not to panic.
In the meantime I was ordered to cut back just a bit on the amount of water I was drinking and add more sodium. I'm also taking a 12 hour Sudafed in the morning to raise my blood pressure, which is low and the likely culprit for my fainting spells.
Saturday was a nightmare because I took the pill and it raised my blood pressure, but Adam wouldn't let me *do* anything, except play Tetris for eight hours, so I got a headache. I raided the cabinet and discovered that we didn't have anything to take to make the headache go away. I ended up with a thudding skull all day, making me quite pleasant to be around.
Later in the afternoon, though, he eased up and I was able to help him clear out the nursery. We took everything out so that he can prep the space for painting in the next few weeks. I'll admit it was painful to see what used to be Mazzy's room stripped bare. We want to make the place different for Nora.
We know that there is delicate balance we're going to have to walk for the first year, or so. I want to find a way to make Nora feel special without erasing Mazzy from the common history. I picked through and put away toys that were so specifically for Mazzy that sharing them seems cruel, but I didn't take everything away.
Is it weird? I don't want Nora to grow up thinking that we didn't she was good enough to play with Mazzy's things, like we keep her memory above Nora's life. I probably think too much about it. There's the rub; knowing that I'm too concerned with how to make the 'right' choice, but unable to stop myself.
Anyway, that was yesterday. Today was a new day. Since I did so well on the Sudafed in the afternoon, Adam agreed to back off today and I did a bunch of housework. I worked from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon and it was great. There were a lot of chores that had been neglected because I'd been feeling so weak and it was nice to get them caught up. I felt like a new person. It was the second trimester euphoria I remember from before. "Comfortably Pregnant" indeed.
Tomorrow I go for my glucose test in the morning. Tuesday is the cardiologist and Wednesday I take Mom to see her shrink. I'm going to be busy the first part of the week, obviously, so I needed to be ahead of my house stuff so that I could do all of the running that needs to be done.
I'm hoping that I feel secure enough on Wednesday that I will be able to borrow the car all day and I can do some fine tuning to my registry. There are a few items I need to add, but I can't seem to pick them via the internet. I want to touch them. I'm funny that way.
The baby shower invitations go out in two weeks. My friends are in charge and I'm not entirely confident they'll be ready. I've vowed to just be happy with whatever I end up having done for me. It's better than freaking out, right?
I'm overly worried about what's going to happen in six weeks. I'm 24 weeks now and I was on bed rest at thirty weeks with Mazzy. I keep getting stuck on that and the fact that we are nowhere near set up for this kid. Everyone seems to think since we have a lot of the stuff we don't need to feel rushed for anything. That's great, but I don't work that way. I want to be done. Now.
My Sudafed is wearing off and I'm wiped. It feels like flipping a switch and suddenly my arms are too heavy to type efficiently. That's a pretty good indicator I should sign off and get ready for bed.
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hope you feel good!