I'm getting an ultrasound tomorrow.

No, dear internets, I am not knocked up again, THANK YOU BABY JESUS.

Lately, the dreaded avocado episodes are back. Indeed they were triggered by guacamole consumption (so sue me) and now the old gallbladder is just acting like a bitch again and hurting me all the time.

I was almost fully convinced I wasn't going to need any treatment for it after I had Abby because it seemed I could eat anything and everything I hadn't been able to while it was acting up. But I hadn't attempted the dreaded avocado. And then I did and then my gallbladder (AKA Vincent*) was all "OH NO YOU DI'ENT" and then I nearly died from pain.

So, I saw a loverly doctor today who scheduled me for an ultrasound of my jerky abdomen tomorrow morning at 8am (8 hours of no food beforehand?! They'd better start that thing at 8am ON THE DOT) to see if I've got some stones hanging out in there. I'm almost hoping there are, because the simple solution to relieve me of my pain is to yank the sucker out. She'd like to do it this week, if possible.

At first I panicked at the prospect of more time in the hospital, but in reality, as long as I don't have to vaginally deliver my gallbladder I'm pretty sure this will be a walk in the park.

In other news, Abby will be 3 months old tomorrow and DEAR GOD I GO BACK TO WORK IN A WEEK. Unless they pull out Vincent. Then it might be a little longer before work.

So, until I post a tear jerker post about how my child is practically already a grown up, I bid you adieu.

*A note about my gallbladder being named Vincent. My dear e-friend Poeia helped me name it. Vincent seemed the best since it makes me think of Vincent Price and I can only imagine my gallbladder being devious and having an awesome pencil-thin mustache.

The 2 month check and a new skill.

Yesterday Abby had her 2 month checkup appointment, complete with shots.

Her new stats are 11 lbs 3ozs, and 24 inches tall. That's TWO FEET TALL, people. Where does she get her towering height from? Certainly not her parents. Maybe my dad's genes skipped a generation and she'll be 6'2".

Her shots went as well as could be expected. I felt horrible hearing her scream only to know she had 2 more to endure. But she survived, and so did I. And then she slept ALL DAY. Thus...last night didn't go so well. She didn't want to go to bed, and when she fell asleep she woke up at midnight, 4am, 6:30am, and that was that. We were up for the day. So now I'm doing my best to try to keep her stimulated and entertained so she sleeps tonight. Momma's tired.

In my attempts to keep her awake - she's learned a new trick.

She figured out how to bring the rattle up to her mouth AND CHEW ON IT. ISN'T THAT EFFING AWESOME?!  This kid - she's got talent. 

What's puffy and reflex-y and going to have a baby today?

That's right, your mom.

No wait...I mean, me.

The verdict is in: pregnancy-induced hypertension. My BP was elevated, gained 3lbs since Thursday and protein was in the pee again. And after feeling like ass yesterday, John the Midwife made the call - today is the day.

The hubs and I are at home, repacking our already packed hospital bags and getting ready to go to L&D. They're going to start by breaking my water - I'm at 5cms today, so...here's hoping I don't speed through this! My parents are getting their shit together and driving back in the next hour...it takes about 5 hours to get here. I just hope they're here in time!

So, to repeat - HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO HAVE A BABY IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS.

I'll blog/tweet as I can. Follow me on twitter (link on the right in my blog) if you'd like to stay posted. :)

Add it to the list.

1. Braxton Hicks starting around 16 weeks
2. Gallbladder inflammation/attacks
3. Rh negative
4. Tested positive for preterm labor
5. Dilated to 3-5cms before 37 weeks
6. Bedrest

And now? Protein in the pee. Which is a cause for concern...that is a sign of pre-eclampsia.  It's slightly surprising since my blood pressure is usually pretty decent, but I did have a day of a headache that wouldn't quit and some floaters in my vision yesterday. John the Midwife checked my reflexes and nearly got kicked in the face. I'm still not quite sure what that was for, but I did also mention the swelling I've noticed in the past couple of days, and the dent in my left shin from crossing my legs for 20 minutes the other day. My blood pressure was a little higher today (for me) but within normal range. He wasn't too concerned about my weight gain - up 2lbs from last week (good GOD I'm 166lbs)...but did a blood draw for more info about the protein issue. John mentioned if the protein IS an issue, that they'd more than likely induce me.

Yep, the "i" word.

It makes me laugh; who in God's name ever thought that someone who is 4-5 cms dilated would ever NEED to be induced, but apparently it happens. And yes...I'm still at 4-5cms.

I'm supposed to go in again on Monday for another check. My parents will be here tomorrow evening until Sunday - something tells me I'll make it through the weekend, only to go in on Monday and have to go in for an induction the next day.  Then my parents can just turn around and come back. :)

This labor thing is pretty easy.*

*NOTE TO LABOR GODS - I'M TOTALLY JOKING. No need to show me what's really up for a week at least.

Saw John the Midwife today - this week's state of the uterus:

Mucus Plug - Still gone.
Dilated - 4-5cm!!
Effaced - 80% (same)
Bedrest - Still till the end, unless I want to be in pelvis splitting pain.
Measuring - Around 35 weeks - only because I've dropped.
Baby is at 0 station, which is lower than last week's -3.

Essentially, between the baby being so low, my dilation and effacement - I'm halfway done with labor. The only pain I've experienced is my gallbladder (now known as Vincent) and the cervix clawing. (Some of my ladies think the ninja is just hanging on for dear life - I concur!) I've had a few contractions with some cramping in the last week - but nothing to write home about. So, HOLY CRAP. It's so close now I can nearly taste it. Now if the UPS man would just get here with our car seat...we'll be ready to rock and roll.

The hubs and I went out for lunch after my appointment today and then to Best Buy, a rug store and Target. We FINALLY got a rug for the baby's room, and also found a new one for the living room...which of course required us to buy new throw pillows at Target for the couches to tie it all together. (And I had to pick up some long sleeve onesies for the ninja to wear underneath all the short sleeve ones I ended up with. It IS fall. :)

At any rate, after having a hand shoved up my babymaker and all the walking/standing today...I'm beat. Especially since I only had about 3 hours of sleep last night, thanks to cervix punches and Vincent the gallbladder being a douche. The hubs is having a night out (well deserved) with his phone well within reach. I'm a little ascurred of something happening tonight considering the events of the day, but hopefully the ninja will at least make it through the weekend. My parents are planning on being here next weekend...or sooner if need be.

I just can't believe I'm already this dilated...and not in the hospital choking a nurse because my epidural isn't here yet. Certainly gives new meaning to the phrase "Everyone's different!"

Weekly cervix status.

Here's the stats:

Mucus Plug - gone. (Sorry, no photos to post. You're all bummed, I know it.)
Dilated - 3cm (no change)
Effaced - 80% (thinner than last week)
Bedrest - till the end (which he assumes will be anytime between now and 2 weeks from now)
Measuring - AHEAD! more like 37 weeks.

Midwife John says he thinks my labor signs will go something like they always tell you it won't go - a big gush of water. He thinks since I've been having contrax for so long I can't rely on them as a sure sign of labor, and that since I'm dilated already, his educated guess is I'll experience the gigantic gush of my water breaking. (EEEE!)

Obviously it could go the other way too, but he said I'm in the home stretch, pretty much. November isn't even in the picture anymore. October is a good month to have a baby I guess. :)

I went to Target after my appointment to get some stuff for the hospital bag...and I'm paying the price now. Well, and from the internal too, I'm sure. My pelvis is on the verge of shattering. Awesomesauce.

So, that's it for now!  My shower is on Sunday, which my great friends are throwing for me, and after that shower, the hubs is planning on heading to Babies R Us to buy any necessities that we don't have so we can be totally prepared at any point for this munchkin to come! Midwife John says that I'll more than likely be bringing this baby home right away after I have it, so we need to be prepared!

And don't forget to wager a guess in the baby pool if you haven't already...or maybe change your guess if you've already made one!

Oooooo, you are SO GROUNDED.

I'm writing this post from my hospital bed, hoping for word that I'll be sent home soon...like this afternoon, maybe.

Long story short -

Yesterday I went to my appointment and received my weekly internal...and for the first time - was dilated. The MW I saw figured me to be a "stretchy 4cm" and off to Labor & Delivery I went.

They strapped me to a monitor and IV and I had to stay the night. The hubs was with me the whole time...even went home to get the laptop, camera (just in case) and a few other items.And slept in the poorest excuse for a bed I've ever seen. (Not that mine was any better!)

I was rechecked this morning. It was the most PAINFUL internal I've ever had (did he have the Freddy Krueger glove on or something?) but he determined I'm really more like 3cm, but no change really since the night before.

John the midwife seems to think that I should be able to go home this afternoon (although original plan was another night of observations). I told him that in all honesty, I felt no different prior to this appointment...and I had been SUPER active this past week, what with the hubs being laid up and all. He knows that I know my body, and when the contractions start being more real and less like they have been the past nearly 20 weeks. We live a mere 10 minutes from the hospital, so if labor truly begins, we're not that far away.

I am so glad I do not have an outside baby yet. I never lost my shit last night, but while sitting in the tub trying to relax while the hubs was getting some things from home...I suddenly felt like a 15 year old - wondering how I thought I was ready for this, that this couldn't be happening...what had I gotten myself into. But I pulled myself together and reminded myself that this wasn't happening yet. And it isn't...THANK GOD.

Mental note. PACK EFFING HOSPITAL BAG.

My bad.

Turns out we left our camera at the in-laws during my birthday dinner on Tuesday night, so I wasn't able to take a new belly pic. Whoops. I tried though! I was even going to take it in my new work clothes so my mom could see how they're holding up with my ever growing belly. (Hi Mom!)

I ended up going to the doc this morning instead of tomorrow morning because I had some concerns about the pressure I was feeling, as well as the hot flashes my contractions have begun to cause. The verdict? Everything's still the same. Baby's still head down, but will "float up" when pushed, cervix still thick, not dilated, but soft...which is their only concern. Weekly appointments are still on the books from here on out. I'm supposed to continue with the increased laying on the side...and they're not going to test me again for the fFN protein because in their eyes, with all my contractions and irritable uterus, I'm on their "slightly high risk radar" regardless.

And in Birthing Class news - we had our third class last night, which included another tour of the Birthplace at our hospital. I paid attention a lot more during this tour than our first tour (I think in April) and everything got a lot more real. It made me want to pack my hospital bag (which is on my list) just in case...

Cervix status, again.

And, best pre-birthday news ever - nothing has changed! Still not dilated, but soft, thick and closed.

The midwife I saw today said just keep doing what you're doing and continue to relax as much as possible. I have another appointment in a week with John the Midwife to get checked again, but I'm still feeling pretty good and optimistic that everything's going to be fine and I'll probably go overdue in the end. :)

To celebrate, I day dreamed about a Sausage Biscuit from McD's on my way to work this morning. And, instead of indulging in what might have been nothing short of a food-gasm, I had a blueberry muffin and a cup of fruit.

(I'm not scurred to admit that discussing the Sausage Biscuit is making my mouth water. BADLY.)

And in totally different news, the hubs and I have OFFICIALLY agreed on a boy name. For real this time. It's settled and set in stone, as far as I'm concerned. Now to work on a girl's name. And sorry to say, but along with the sex of the baby, this one will also be a surprise for the big day. Lo siento.

Cervix Status.

My appointment didn't exactly answer too many questions, but I'm pretty sure my cervix did change over the weekend. This is basically what the MW said in a nutshell.

She said that there's two layers (or openings) to the cervix, and that she was able to get a finger through the first but the second was closed. She said I was soft but thick, and the baby was at -3. She said she would expect to see this kind of cervix in a woman that was more like 34-36 weeks along. (The MW I saw on Thursday seemed to imply that my cervix was right where it should be for a 30 weeker.) So, I don't know if I am officially dilated, but I have another appointment early Friday morning where I will get checked again. She thinks I have an irritable uterus, or something of that sort. Baby was good, heart rate in the 140s...ute was measuring on track.

Since I pretty much just sit at my desk all day, she said she wasn't recommending bedrest, but if I have a lot of contractions in the evening or morning before work, that I should probably stay home.

So...still, no drastic measures, nothing alarming, but they're definitely keeping a stronger eye on me. It's all just annoying now.

Call me now for a free reading, dahrlin'!

Maybe I'm more in tune to my body than I think. Maybe I AM in fact, Ms Cleo's less-Jamaican intern.

I finally went to the doc yesterday because I was having a leaking sensation (again), and the midwife checked everything out and everything seemed good. He attributed the leaking sensation to the ridiculous amount of discharge I had. (gross) The tests he ran against it showed it wasn't amniotic fluid, and that my cervix was still thick and tight, but the baby's head was rightthere on my cervix. (PS - that makes my second internal - BOOO). He ran the test for the protein released when contractions are "going to work" and said he'd only call me if it came back positive, but that he didn't anticipate that happening since everything looked good.

He just said to take it easy and come back in a couple weeks for my normal appointment.

And then at 8:00pm last night he called. The test came back positive. He said this test result means I have a slight chance of going into labor in the next two weeks. BUT he also said I could go full term, too. So, he basically said I have to come in next week for another internal, and I shouldn't do anything out of the ordinary. Bed rest not required. If the BHs get close together again I need to come in and get hooked up to the monitors. He really was surprised that it came back positive. He said NOTHING from his exam pointed to this test coming back positive. He didn't think steroid shots were necessary at this point (to mature the baby's lungs).

(This is the webpage explaining the test.)

It seems like a lot of women have this test and still carry their babies to full term, but I'm still freaked out. I took today off so I could just lay and rest anyway...and I plan on doing that a lot this weekend.   I'm still having contractions, and of course, they're more uncomfortable than before, but I'm hoping that's just because I had a dude's hand up my vag for like, 10 minutes yesterday.

I was totally fine and being the calm one about it until I called my mom last night to tell her and then I cried like a baby. I'm not ready for an outside baby yet. AT ALL. Esp at this point.

But, it's really kind of out of my hands. The whole pregnancy really is. I'm doing all I can to keep this baby healthy and inside...and if my body wants to be a jerk and send me into pre-term labor, then it will. Of course, I'll still fight it till the end to keep this baby inside, but I can't control anything. Which is a really shitty feeling.

Thoughts, prayers, good vibes - whatever you have to offer would be appreciated. I'l take what I can get at this point to keep this baby inside.

Avocado episode, part II.

I ended up calling the nurses again yesterday about my pain, and they had me come in.

Before the midwife made his decision as to what was ailing me, he heard my complaints and aches and whatnot, then had me lay down so he could measure me and hear the baby - the old ute is 29cm long (grew by 5cm from a month ago) and he was BAFFLED at how short waisted I am. He said I have less than a foot between my hip and the bottom of my ribcage. (That's not normal?) if I'm not already having aches in my ribs and back, they'll be starting soon because there's no where else for the baby to go. Great. Thanks mom! Just kidding. I know you didn't choose this short-waisted-ness either. Do we blame my grandmother?

Anyway, he said in the end he thinks that it IS my gallbladder being a jerk, but doesn't suspect stones or anything, just acting up with higher fat intake, less space to function and good old hormones throwing off the delicate balance of my organs. He said I just need to officially change my diet and cut out all high fat (or relatively fatty) foods. He wasn't too concerned with the itching (my feet and hands were kind of itchy over the weekend), but said if it's more constant and consistent that I should call in. (See the concern about itchiness of hands and feet here.) But he's pretty secure in the thought that with a lower fat diet that I should be feeling better in no time.

The state fair starts next Thursday. So much for everything on a stick! (He said I can have a pickle on a stick, but what I really want is deep fried pickle slices dipped in ranch dressing. Nom nom nom.)

So, after all that, I ended up getting my Rhogam shot so I don't have to go back in again tomorrow.

I'm hurting again today...just in that spot under my ribs, but dealing. It just sucks...and watching what I eat is REALLY going to suck. Not to sound like "that girl" - but I've never had to watch what I eat. Reading labels is very foreign to me. Although, I discovered that the donuts I bought at the grocery on Sunday may have been hurting me - 55% of daily value of SATURATED FAT in EACH ONE. Ooops. I suppose I could cut those out.

(look at that frosted goodness)

But seriously? Entenmann's chocolate devil's food cake donuts?! They are SO GOOD...eating one is almost worth the pain. Almost.

This is what I found on a website of what to avoid when you have gallbladder issues. It's laughable.

Eggs, pork, onion, fowl, milk, coffee, oranges, grapefruit, corn, beans, nuts, in that order.
Trans fats
Hydrogenated, partially-hydrogenated oils
Margarine
Fried Foods
Saturated fats(even coconut oil until feeling better)
Red meats
Dairy products
Eggs
Coffee, regular or decaf
Chocolate
Ice cream
Black tea
Alcohol, beer, wine, liqueur
Fruit juice
Carbonated water
Tap water
Raddishes and turnips
Cabbage, cauliflower
Colas and all sodas
Oats (for some people)
Wheat
Barley
Rye (although the sour German ryes seem to be less troublesome)
All legumes (beans) as they tend to increase the cholesterol in the bile.
Avoid all artificial sweeteners, sugar, preservatives, refined and bleached foods (like white flour)

So, I can't drink water, juice, milk, tea, coffee or soda. That leaves....what? This list is ridic.

WebMD's article makes more sense. Maybe I'll pay attention to that one instead.

Survey says...

....NO gestational diabetes!

::cheering and applause::

However, a few less than desirable outcomes were had from this appointment.

1.) My gallbladder is acting up. What I thought was my body's reaction to too much sodium in soy sauce (mmm veggie rolls) was actually my gallbladder reacting to my avocado consumption. So, no more avocado for me, and no high fat foods. (Which is really fine, I wasn't really eating any anyway.)

2.) I have an effing yeast infection. GREAT. While she was checking my cervix (to make sure all these braxton hicks weren't doing anything) she did a quick check and low and behold. The DEVIL. Argh.

3.) My iron is low. Not SUPER low (10.5), but low enough for the lab tech to recommend iron supplements.

So yeah. That's the wrap up from my appointment. Everything else was looking great - baby's heartrate was at 150 and everything's measuring right on target.

Had a fun time at the cabin this weekend with the hub's parents - sun, fishing and relaxing. It was quite nice. Made coming back to work today totally suck. :)

That's all for now...I'll have my 25 (!!) week update later today or tomorrow. :)

All is well on the uterus front...

So, I had my ultrasound and 19 week appointment this morning. All is well. The little ninja is right on track, nothing out of the ordinary on the ultrasound, just a beautiful profile and some long legs. :) The babe wasn't moving nearly as much as the last time we saw it, but it seems like it's twice the size it was the last time, so it makes sense - less room to move around!

(You'll have to wait for the ultrasound pics - I want to show them off to my parents on Thursday before I show them off on the internets. :) Sorry!)

And...I stayed strong and we didn't find out the sex. Not that we could have if we wanted to - the babe had it's legs crossed the whole time!

So, to celebrate seeing the ninja again, I took myself to Macy's to peruse the maternity section and to buy myself some new bras (since mine are slightly ill fitting now-a-days). I bought a nice shirt for my shower on Friday, and then headed to the "intimates" section. Forty minutes later, I had three new bras in hand, and new knowledge about my new body. I went up TWO SIZES. (insert look of shock here.) But my god, are my new bras comfy. All I want to do is go home and put one on. Sooo sad. :)

New belly pic will go up later today. Keep your eyes peeled below!

There's a real baby in there.

And it no longer looks like Mr. Peanut.


Today we had the NT scan. It was fabulous, aside from almost peeing myself and nearly passing out from starvation.

But the ultrasound. It will never stop blowing my mind. S/he was "standing" on their head, and the u/s tech had to try to get it to lay flat so she could get some measurements. The babe cooperated, and was moving all over the place, kicking and stretching and opening it's mouth. So bizarre. All that happening in my ute and I can't feel a damn thing.

Smudge's heart rate was at 157bpm, and measuring right on time for a Nov 10th due date.

Then we had to wait almost 45 effing minutes for a lab person to come and draw like, a thimble full of blood. At this point, I hadn't eaten in two hours which clearly is a no-no. So I was on the verge of passing out and finally THEN the chick comes by to draw my blood, with no apologies for making me wait 40 more minutes than I should have.

Oh well. We got a TON of pictures of the babe, as well as a 3/4D one...all of which need to be scanned. But, I took a picture of the one above while waiting for my blood to be drawn, so enjoy that until I get the rest scanned.

Oh, and most importantly, the initial neck measurements were all normal. We have to wait a week for the results of the rest. :)

I just can't stop staring at this picture. I didn't want the ultrasound to end. I could stare at that forever.

Yay for good news!

Well, I had an appointment this morning...which I, of course, was running late for. Running is the operative word in that sentence.

I had to take the bus to my appointment this morning since the hubs was already at work. I left the house, glanced at my watch, and I had ONE MINUTE until my bus came. And I had a block and a half to walk.

So I ran.

For the first time in like, YEARS.

But I caught the bus, had a mild asthma attack, and made it to my appointment on time. The Midwife I saw today was VERY nice. We chatted about my reoccurring sinus infections, my need for more calcium, and just chatted generally about my progress.

I am happy to report, that for the most part, my all day nausea is gone. I feel pretty decent aside from still being pretty tired all the time.

Anyway, she did an exam, and attempted the heartbeat on the doppler. It took her a little bit, but she found it....loud and clear. It again, was a totally surreal experience. She said it was about 165bpm, just right for this time in the pregnancy. My uterus was right where it should be and measuring well...everything is good.

The best news, she officially declared my chances of miscarriage to be less than 1%, which was almost better than hearing the heartbeat.

I also found out that my blood type is O-, so I'll need a Rogran (sp?) shot around 20 weeks.

All in all, a great appointment. Good news was desparately needed. :)

Today, I'll struggle through my annual review, a department meeting, and work in general. Then home for what seems to be a week of non-stop cleaning and laundry.

Even so, it's good to be home.

Oh happy day!

We started today out with sleeping in a little late, and then heading to the clinic to see the babe. It was not without a scare, but what in my life is?

The u/s tech got me started with the tummy kind, and I was already thinking I was getting the dildocam. So...she starts looking around and then says "How far along do you think you are?" And I'm all "about 7 weeks, though my LMP would have me around 8."

So jerkface says "Oh, you're much much earlier than that. Maybe 5 or 6 weeks AT THE MOST. We'll have to use the internal."

Insert expressionless emotion here.

I was like...."uh, NO. I'm 7 weeks. I know when I ovulated." Then I started to panic and began asking all sorts of questions that she returned with only a confused look and said "We'll know what we have when we see it, mmmkay?"

Insert pissed off emoticon here.

So the hubs is just sitting there all sorts of uncomfortable as the tech lubes up the dildocam and tells me to "insert it into my vagina" (ha) and she begins to measure my ovaries. Uhm, thanks - could you just get to the baby please?

And then, there it was. The babe. And the heartbeat, flickering on the screen. I'm pretty sure I released an audible gasp, and my eyes welled up with tears.

The little bee was measuring 7 weeks, and it's heart was beating away at 143 bpm. Then she focused in on the heart and we got to actually hear it.

It was insane. The fact that my body is supporting two heartbeats completely blows my mind.

She was nothing but kind after this point. (She even gave me the "you were right" response I was looking for. I'm kind of an ass.) Everything looked perfect!

No, that's not a peanut, it's a baby.

And to top it off, I feel pretty decent today. Like night and day from yesterday. Seabands are back to being my friend.

First "official" appointment.

I've got a knack for being in the lady toilet when they call me in the waiting room. The two times I've gone to this clinic and left a urine sample they've called me mid-stream. Perfect timing.

In any case, my first official appointment went well. The nurse was really nice, and we went through all the questions, blood work and bs-ing you can do. I officially chose MIDWIFE, and set up my next appointment (after my u/s on Thursday) for April 10th, where we'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat.

I'll get results in the mail from this appointment, and if anything is weird, they'll call to let me know.

Now, bring on Thursday!!!

I think I'm going midwife.

Well, I had my follow up appointment this morning regarding the land of yeast - and I passed with flying colors!

The Midwife I had today was John. I will admit, I was a little leery about having a man take a gander at my junk. It's been years since I had a male OB. However, I loved him. He was so kind and thorough - and just an overall wonderful person! I'm now convinced that I want to go the route of a midwife and not an OB. :)

Here's the TMI part. You may choose to not read if you don't want to read about cervixes and endometrial cells. Skip down to the stars below if you're grossed out.

He basically said that I have a lot more endometrial cells on the outer edge of my cervix. Those cells are flimsier and tend to bleed more easily. So, he said he assumes that all it took was that applicator hitting it and blammo - lots of spotting. He also said that explains why I tend to spot after sex. And the icing on the cake - he said my cervix is tilted. I guess most people's sit at about 10 o clock when lying down, but mine is more like 12 o clock. But he did the recheck and all my yeast cells are gone. He said my pH is a little less acidic than they'd like, so I may be prone to more infections in the future, but for now everything is good.

*****
So, needless to say I learned more from him in 15 minutes than I have in the past 15 years about my body.

I also chatted with him about spilling the beans. We discussed my LMP vs my real due date, and "to get the date correct" he suggested an ultrasound. So, Thursday morning we can actually see the little bee! SO EXCITED. After I get confirmation at that appointment, we're going to start telling people. He warned that you're really not fully in the clear until about 10-12 weeks, but I'm willing to take the chance. (He said that I'm definitely on the lower end of the risk scale for miscarriage.)

So, that's that! My appointment tomorrow is all about blood work and peeing in cups and talking about histories.

I cannot wait until Thursday!