Oh man. It’s been a helluva week. And yes, I’m well aware the week just passed it’s midpoint.
Due in part to my less-than-stellar time management last week, this week has been pretty grueling. The fall is always my big training season, since I work with schools, but somehow I forgot how exhausting training by yourself all day can be. This week I had a two day training that required more than average prep time, serious work on adapting a curriculum, and my usual co-trainer is now being co-opted by a different grant, so I’m flying solo. This + newly growing a tiny human means that I have been running on fumes for the last 5 days. Being out of the office for two days then meant everyone scheduling meetings with me all morning today.
It’s 3pm on Thursday and I’ve finally taken a good, deep breath.
That’s my excuse for the dearth of posts since my ranty-pants Saturday night diabtribe. It’s also my excuse for not publicly thanking my two really fabulous blog friends who have gifted me with fun newly pregnant presents!
Super special thanks to Alicia at Ladylove & Babydust for some adorable little baby treats to brighten up our house. It feels really special to me that, although many of us have never met – and might never meet – support one another and build legitimate friendships and community. I’ve got all of the things crossed that there is a long lasting second line in your future, girl. xoxo.
And also amazing thanks to dear, kind, and eloquent The Unexpected Trip who gifted me with a copy of the Mayo Center’s Guide to Pregnancy and a bonus journal – both boons she passed along. I’ve always much loved hand-me-down books, even when they are only technically so!
Of course, the excitement hasn’t JUST been prezies and too much work. This morning I went to the bathroom and got my first chunky brown discharge (well, technically it was more of a sludgy green, thanks to the estradiol I take vaginally) which sent me directly to panic mode, do not pass go, do not collect $200. There hasn’t been any more since then, so I think my anxiety has slowed to a low simmer for now.
Ice-T, of course, responded that this is 100% normal and not to worry. But, she did also schedule me for a TSH and free T4 draw at my next lab appointment, which I pretty well insisted on. When I initially got the call with my positive beta, I asked for this to be scheduled, and was told by the sub nurse that they would check it at my “OB” (actually, PA) appointment at 7w. The more I’ve thought about it, the more I thought this was B.S. and I wanted it checked before that. Tuesday is my next lab appointment, and I’ll be 6+4 by then. . . Small comfort, but some.
Oh, also . . .as I understand, there’s been a lot of recent pregnancies in the IF blogosphere, and I just wanted to say a few things:
- If you are an IF blogger who isn’t pregnant yet and you don’t wanna follow me anymore, I would 100% understand and not be at all judgey.
- I totally understand if you are feeling love/hate (or just hate) at this time because it fucking sucks to feel like you’ve been left behind, and that’s how this shit feels.
- I’m gonna keep following y’all and rooting you on and telling you how bad ass you are, unless you’d prefer I don’t. If that’s the case, just tell me straight up – no harm, no foul. Cause this shit is hard and there’s no getting around it. And we all should feel free to do whatever we have to do.
That’s about it . . .not really a lot to report from pregnancy land. I continue to feel exhausted, nauseated all day e’ry day, and have an exceptionally dry mouth (a handicap when you are a trainer, for sure.) I also had my first official pregnancy puke on Tuesday, thanks to the smell of the dingy work kitchen sponge. So, high fives on that? Only nausea since then, though. I’m hoping to keep my pregnancy puke count to a minimum.