I've reached the 23 week mark. I had a totally unremarkable appointment with my OB. Hilariously, the first medical assistant who was so terribly clueless from my 10 week visit came in to find the baby's heartbeat. The second she walked in I actually turned a snort into a cough and knew it was time to buckle up. She had two dopplers with her because "one of these things just don't work right but I don't know which one it is." Of course, she uses the broken one on me first. Of course she does, right? I wasn't concerned at all this time because A) I could feel the baby moving and B) her incompetence is a given. Baby boy was fine with a heartbeat between 141-145 she was "guessing." How does this woman have a job still?
I ran out of Zoforan on Tuesday and didn't bother refilling because I felt like I was controlling my symptoms okay with just one of the pfinnergin at night. By Thursday evening, when I had a fun dinner scheduled with friends, my body caved. I called my sister on the way home but most of my conversation included "oh no I'm going to throw up in my car." I made it home without puking and took pfinnergin asap. It wasn't enough. The sick fest started at 2am. When the husband took G to school at 7:30 all I could do was turn on the playstation and let the bear have at it. I tried some homeopathic remedies suggested by Tracy and was well enough to be upright and drive to the following places: CVS to get more zoforan, McDonalds to get the bear some food as it was 2:30 and he hadn't eaten since breakfast. I also got myself a coke to wash down the medicine. Then continued on to G's school to pick up. Sure enough - the meds kicked in by the time I got home and I was able to rally and even cook dinner (though not eat it). I felt fine Saturday morning and skipped meds which set me up for another horrible Saturday night and Sunday morning. Lesson: I cannot go off the meds yet. With them, I'm awesome. Without them I'm a pool of human laying on a bed gagging. Go away sickness. GO AWAY.
This kid is remarkably active. In fact, I don't remember either of the other boys being this active this early. We're moving from simple squirms to full on kicks. The last ultrasound at about 19 weeks had him at 12 oz, I think? He's probably over a pound by now!
I picked out some fabric for blankets to make him and I'm hoping to knit a sleep sack and some lightweight newborn size hats. My knitting skills are, um, lacking so we'll see about that.
17 weeks left to go. I can only hope that this nausea goes away at some point before the baby comes.
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