Saturday, August 25, 2012

15 weeks

It's hard to believe we are already 15 weeks.  I am starting to look a tiny bit preggo but no one can really tell but me.  I usually show around 18ish weeks so I have a bit.  Every now and then I think I feel the Canadian squirm a bit.  I usually rent a doppler to check on the heartrate but have been so busy this time that I never got around to it.  Busy?  Why you ask? 

+ The hubster's truck died.  500 dollars later it now works again. 
+ Promptly three days later the hubster's motorcycle died.  500 dollars later it now works again (are you sensing a theme here?)
+ A week ago my car started leaking coolant.  It goes to the shop tomorrow.  I fully expect it to cost 500 dollars which means it will cost a grand.  Oh well.  I am SO joyful that I get to drive the truck to work next week.  The truck has no a/c.  Joy. 

Work you ask?  You mean like the job I quit?  Well there's that.  I put my notice in and got a complete guilt trip about how if I quit they could not hire anyone else to replace me as there is a hiring freeze due to the horrible economics in the ethanol industry.  That whole drought thing is not any better for us than it is for farmers.  Anywho I agreed to work for an undertermined amount of time, which basically means I will go in some day, get really cranky, and quit.  Until that undertermined date, I am still working there.  Most weeks it's fine but did I mention we are in the midst of a drought?  Well we are.  And drought and heat cause mycotoxins in the corn.  And I am the one at work that tests for mycotxins (what started as a cunning move toward job security has backfired horribly).  We have mycotoxin contamination.  A lot of it.  So I am working A LOT to test for it.  In fact this week I've worked 52 hours.  Egads.  This too shall pass...that's my mantra right now.  I feel really bad for my co-worker and I'm trying to stick it out for her sake but yeah...not having much fun right now.  On a positive note, every month that I delay quitting is one less month I have to pay 900 a month for COBRA health insurance benefits.  When I do finally quit we will buy the COBRA through the duration of the pregnancy and then get a private policy for all of us.  Until then....

Still typing too which is actually pretty relaxing and entertaining.  I'm still astounded by how many people feel discriminated against.  It's very eye opening. 

Younger two kids started high school.  Now if that statement doesn't make you feel old I don't know what will.  Two of older three are in college, the third is working. 

And that's about it.  I just got home from 8 hours at work and need to figure out dinner and then type a bit.  Life is good.  The Canadian dads will be down for the 20 week ultrasound which should be cool as I've never had the parents come for that ultrasound.  Will post a belly pick when there is a belly to get a pic of. 

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Good news all around

First and most importantly: 

Bernadette is home.  I cried when I read this post.  I am thrilled for her.  What a trooper she was through her whole Indian adventure.


After being falsely diagnosed with a somewhat horrible disease, I have found out that that diagnosis was wrong and that I will not be:
  1.  Dying of liver cancer.
  2.  Sick as a dog for weeks.
  3.  A danger to the baby I am carrying. 

Can we get a thank heavens on that one? 

This has honestly been the most stressful, worry filled pregnancy I have ever had.  Sick and tired of worrying.  I will have no trouble or issues hanging up the uterus after this adventure because frankly I am DONE being pregnant.  This is majorly sucking and I hate to say that because this is the guys' dream but the all day, every day sickness, the fatigue, the "oh by the way you have a horrible disease" misdiagnosis, the bleeding, the three transfers to get to here.  Stick a fork in me.  The uterus is singing. 

Friday, August 3, 2012

Vaginal birth after 85(ish) c-sections? U crazy lady.

So with my own kids I was a natural birth freak.  Loved labor.  Never took a med.  Delivered at home once before the midwife got there...yadda, yadda, yadda. 

Along comes the first set of surro-twins....placenta previa (undiagnosed), lots of bleeding, hey how about a c-section so you don't die right now.  Yes please. 

Twin set number two.  VBAC...sure...but we don't really mean it we are just telling you that.  When you are in labor in the hospital we will section you unless you want to argue with us in front of your IFs.  Section please. 

Surro singleton number 1:  VBAC...yes please.  Labor for hours.  No progress.  Labor some more.  No progress....oops baby is breech and sunny side up and not pushing on cervix and besides cervix is still pissed off about being called incompetent last time so he's not giving up an inch of dilation.  Fast forward 12ish hours.  No dilation.  No meds.  C-section...yes please.

So you can understand my skepticism today when VBAC was brought up.  I wanted to say, "Lady there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I am ending up with a vaginal birth and you know it but if you want to play modern in touch OB, knock your socks off.  Sure I'll take a VBA3C because you and I both know the hospital will be so supportive of that."  If it were my own kid I would fight for it but not thinking my IF who is an ER and ICU physician will be considering this.  So I will say VBAC please while in my heart I know it will be another section. 

Honestly at this point it's whatever.  If the guys get a healthy baby and I don't die, we'll call it all good, retire the severely overused uterus and ride off into the sunset where all good surrogates go.