First OB Appointment

Well, I had my first OB appointment at the Naval Hospital today.  So far I really like the facility and the people.  Everyone is very nice, very friendly, and the facility is really nice.  Though, it can be a bit confusing because the decor and colors are repeated on each floor, and the layouts are extremely similar.  One really has to pay attention to where they’re going to get where they need to go the first couple times.

This was a relatively uneventful visit, since it was the first.  Of course, there was all the paperwork to fill out.  We even got there a half hour early to do that, and it still took us two hours to finish everything they wanted to do today.  The paperwork was paperwork, same ol’ same ol’.

We then had a small meeting with a nurse, which basically just went over the paperwork a second time, had a couple questions answered.  Apparently they will be giving me “their” prenatal vitamins, but they aren’t opposed to the ones I’ve already been taking.  Theirs just has extra iron in it.  We chose ones without iron at this time because I do get a fair amount of meat in my diet, so we were hoping to wait for the blood tests to see just where my levels were.

On that note, on to the final part of the appointment.  Yes, I had to give samples, both urinary and blood.  Nothing new.  Though, I have to say my blood drawing was certainly interesting.  My veins aren’t really visible.  They never really have been, at least in the area where they like to take blood.  You can see the veins leading up to the crease of my elbow, but they seem to disappear after that.  My left arm has always been the one that seem to yield the best results, so we tried that one today.  She used a straight needle, honestly, I’ve never been told before today which one would be used so I’m not sure what’s been used in comparison.  My vein didn’t like that.  It took the first vial like a champ, but sputtered out shortly after starting the second vial.  After removing the needle, there was a mild bubble of blood under my skin, we’ll see how that looks later. 🙂

Even with seven years experience, she wasn’t completely comfortable with feeling out the veins in my right arm.  I don’t blame her, my right arm isn’t the best place to take blood.  So, she got the other woman (“super woman” or somesuch she called her) to finish up my vials.  This time a butterfly needle was used, and it seemed to do just fine.  However, it didn’t take the first shove in, and the angle had to be adjusted to get the vein.  It wasn’t that bad, just a little weird feeling.  I do believe they took 6-7 different vials, which I think is more than I’ve ever seen taken before.  And yes, I could definitely feel a difference.  😛  Thank goodness James had some lunch leftover in the car when we left.  I needed the tidbit.


Warning: TMI

I’ve been encouraged to write about the more intimately …interesting things that have been going on and will be going on.  But for the sake of everyone reading, I’m writing this warning of content first.  For those of you reading, whether you are family, friends, friends of friends or complete strangers, I plan on writing about the things that most people just don’t talk about when it comes to pregnancy.

I will be speaking about anatomical parts of my body.  I will be mentioning the odd, the strange, the gross, and the just plain embarassing.  So I issue this warning for all of you, so that you will know what this category will be for.  You are free to pass over any post that starts with TMI in the title, and I will try to remember to put TMI in any post that falls under this category. 

I understand that for some of you it could be extremely embarassing, not only for you, but also for myself.  These aren’t topics I’m treading onto very lightly, and they will be hard sometimes for me to get out.  If you don’t want to risk it, please do not read it.  For the brave of you, I commend you.

Hemi’s Trip to the Hospital 2-2-11

Ok, well maybe I should introduce Hemi first.

Hemi is the newer addition to the family. 

Most of the immediate family know about Schroeder, who we had prior to this.  Schroeder ran away two weeks before we moved out here, and was never found or picked up, as far as we know.  I had had Schroeder for about 8 or so years.  I was quite heartbroken when he ran off, and spent many days in the coming weeks looking for him, handing out fliers, calling all over the place and staying up late.  To no avail.  He was basically my little boy. 

As embarassing as it is to admit, I cried myself to sleep for months over the guilt I felt about moving, even though I had absolutely not control over that considering my husband is in the Navy.  Honestly, I do feel pretty silly to some extent admitting that, but I did.  I really did.  I was a blubbering mess whenever something reminded me of him.  Nights were awful because my thoughts invariably came around to him, and the fact that he was not annoyingly snuggled into the foot of the bed.

We arrived in Washington on April first.  By my birthday, we had resolved that Schroeder wasn’t going to get found, and told our friend Clint to donate all the stuff of his we left in South Carolina with him.  So upon this, James decided to take me to the local SPCA to look for some prospective feline choices.  I had been looking around on the websites for the local shelters as well, to see if there were any that jumped out at me, that I wanted to go see.  I had seen the ad for Hemi, and the note that he was an ill cat.  Schroeder had been too.  He had an eye condition, and had been almost blind his entire life.  Ok, so yes, it was a little weird that I gravitated to the greyish tabby with the eye problem, but I had a weakness for them.  🙂

We spent some time at the SPCA and were able to take Hemi out of his cage and get acquainted.  I fell in love with him right away.  It was obvious that he’d been on the streets for a while, they called him a tomcat and had no idea how long he’d been out there.  Though, they managed to gauge his age by his teeth, and put him at about 7 years old at the time.  He was a bit mangy and needed a bit of a clean up, but he was a complete sweetheart, if a bit lazy looking.  But that was ok with me, I was used to it with Schroeder.  I do love the fatboys.  🙂

We decided to sleep on the decision for a night, but went back the next day to pick him up.  So, we took home Hemi, and decided to keep his name.  And this time, they even microchipped him, so if he gets out and found, we can get him back a whole heck of a lot easier.  Back to his name.  Hemi.  Well, his head is huge.  Massive.  And the rest of him isn’t that small, either.  He’s quite a big boy, weighed at about 13 pounds today after a bit of lost weight due to his condition.  He’s very long, has huge paws, and is pretty solid.  He’s not really all that fat, and doesn’t have the loose jiggly belly that Schroeder did after being neutered young.  Hemi was neutered as an adult not long after he arrived at the SPCA on March 1st, 2010.

Wow, I didn’t realize that the background would end up so long-winded!  So, back to the title of this post.  We brought him to the Animal Hospital today because we’re just basically feeling extremely lost when it comes to whatever is wrong with him, and we’re hoping to find some kind of answer and a way to help him when he gets like this.  Now to explain what “this” is.  He moves very awkwardly, begins losing the ability to stand up fully and to walk properly.  He stumbles but doesn’t ever seem to be in any pain or overt discomfort.  He continues to do things as he normally would.  After a couple of days, it gets worse and eventually he can’t really move well at all, and will resign himself to just sitting in one spot and sleeping his time away.  A few more days and he’s usually back to normal. 

When describing this all to the vet, we were quite surprised when she told us that she was stumped.  Many of the things that could be causing this, usually don’t correct themselves.  Anything from an ear infection to possibly something neurological, or something “other”.  My worries about neurological have been basically eradicated after speaking with this vet, but there is a tiny bit in the back of my brain keeping it as a very off-chance possibility, if nothing turns up with blood tests for the normal stuff and for the infectious diseases.  She did mention that the side he was leaning toward looked fine (the ear and the canal), so the possibility that it has anything to do with that is slim to none, but we aren’t completely ruling it out at this point.

So, here we are, later in the evening, Hemi having crawled himself under the armchair for lord knows how long (I think he’s mad about his neck being partially shaved), and the two of us just waiting on a phone call to come hopefully within a day or three about the results of his blood test. 

From this and other things, I’ve started to notice a much more reserved version of myself.  I am getting far more adept at not letting myself worry myself into a blubbering ball of stupid.  So, hopefully, you will hear an update from me soon about whatever might be going on, and it will be a level-headed and clear update.  🙂

First Doctor’s Appointment

We finally managed to get in with my primary doctor on Jan. 21st, 2011.   As you can guess, things get pretty busy around this time of year, not only with flu and other sickness, but with the boys in port, lots of pregnancies popping up.  We just happened to be one of them this time around. 🙂

So, I finally got to meet my primary, as I hadn’t had the reason to go in between the time we moved here and now.  She’s very nice, I really like her, and her staff.  I look forward to seeing her for “stubbed toes and snotty noses” as she put it.  She really didn’t have much to tell us that we didn’t already know, but it was a good visit nonetheless.

Subsequent to this visit, we made our way to the book store and got one of the things they had recommended at the doc’s office.  The big honky book we purchased is called “Your Pregnancy week by week” by Glade B. Curtis, M.D., M.P.H. and Judith Schuler, M.S.  The fully revised and updated 6th edition.

So far, I really like it.  It’s realistic and a good read.  It doesn’t dumb things down so much that I feel like I’m losing my I.Q. points by reading it, but it’s extremely understandable.  And written with wit and humour, which is very nice. 

The other thing we bought, was The Belly Book by Amy Krouse Rosenthal.  It’s a 9 month journal for “you and your growing belly”.  I thought this was just plain adorable and really neat, because all I had ever seen before were baby books for after the birth.  (And I can’t help but giggle at the little drawing on the front of a pregnant woman looking down, and the speech bubble above her saying “Hello belly.  Goodbye feet.”)

I’ve been pretty good about keeping it updated so far.  OH!  I almost forgot one of the funniest things about the doctor’s appointment.  They offered to let us keep the little tab strip from the pregnancy test, and I said sure.  Lo and behold, she comes back with it in a biohazard bag.  It’s all she had.  We all had a good laugh, and it’s definitely being kept in the bag, in the belly book.  🙂

Catching up…

Feb. 1st, 2011…

This by far isn’t the start of my pregnancy.  I’m just over 8 weeks pregnant, have been verified by my Primary through the Navy, and am currently waiting to attend my first OB visit, on Feb. 7th, 2011.  As of sometime early in March, I will be entering into my second trimester.

We decided after getting back from three weeks of visiting family and a mini-vacation, that we’d “for the heck of it” get some pregnancy tests and see what happened.  We’d been trying officially since around December 11th, 2010.  It was basically a month later to the day when we got back into town, Jan. 10th, 2011. 

On the morning of Jan. 11th, I took the first test and it was positive.  I paced around for quite a while after that, willing my body to need to “go” again, so I could take another.  I wasn’t going to bank on just one test, and I wouldn’t allow myself to feel anything one way or the other.

I also knew that if I were to press with fluids, I would be extremely diluted, and it could affect the accuracy of the test, so I merely waited until I felt the urge to go again.  I took another two tests over the course of that day.  They were both positive.

I took another the next morning (Jan. 12th), and that one was positive as well.  Well!  Definitely time to call the doctor and get an appointment!  We called the parents (HI!) that day.  It’s actually kinda funny, and kind of dorky, we called them both at the same time.  He called his parents as I called my parents.  I’m really dorky like that.  He just shook his head and smiled at me.

We considered waiting until the doctor’s appointment to officiate it to tell everyone else, but that went out the window.  Things spread like wildfire around on his side (as they always do), and I got a hold of my two brothers and their spouses by that Friday (Jan 14th).

Unfortunately, the initial doctor’s appointment wasn’t for another week (Jan. 21st) after I spoke to my brothers, so it was basically a waiting game and fielding comments and questions from different family members until that point.

Hello world!

This is my small introduction to get things started.  Likely it’ll be updated and changed in the coming days as I get accustomed to this place.

For starters, I’m creating this at the prompt of my husband, as a way to keep track and chronicle the adventure of being pregnant.  This is our first pregnancy, and we’re pretty excited about it and the things to come.  I’ve wanted to start blogging again for quite a while, and haven’t done so in many years, likely not much since I was a teenager or in my very early 20’s.  We figure this is a good place to get back to it.

We will be updating with your basic mundane things, and my thoughts along the way, so hopefully it will be at the very least not completely boring. 🙂  We also plan on taking progression pictures of my belly, so that’ll be nice (I hope!).  I hope that this blog will also help keep friends and family updated and informed all in one place on the things that are going on, as much of our families are spread all over the US.