As of today, I am officially 11 weeks! This sonogram is from last week though. I still don't think it has completely sunk in yet. I'm still sick enough that there's no way I can forget I'm pregnant, but it still doesn't feel real yet. I'm not sure that it will until I'm actually holding the baby in my arms and no one can take it way from me because it's mine. Which sounds selfish, but I have a lot of family members. And I've waited my turn. When it takes them 4 years from the time they start trying to have a baby until the day they finally get to hold their baby, they can be as selfish as they want. I won't say a word.
I'm feeling off and on okay. Some days are worse than others. Evenings are when I feel the worse, usually, but only on days I've felt okay. I don't start out sick and then get better, or feel good in the mornings, sick in the afternoons and good in the evenings. If I get sick during the day, I stay sick all day. I felt okay today, but then I had to run to Target to get some prescriptions and a 3ft tree (because I really don't feel like putting up the big tree this year) and it took longer than I thought it would. When the guy said my newly called in prescription would be ready in 5 minutes, what he really meant was 30 minutes. And it's hard for me to stand up for too long. So I started feeling bad then and haven't felt good since. My doctor did prescribe a nighttime nausea medicine to help me sleep and feel better, so I waited to take that instead of taking Zofran before dinner like I really wanted to.
Derek has been really awesome. He can be selfish about things sometimes so I was kind of worried, but so far he hasn't been. Tonight he told me he didn't want to do the dishes (his job in the house) he's been complaining because I haven't been folding clothes (one of my jobs in the house) so I made a deal with him. I would do the dishes if he would fold a basket and a half of laundry (yes, I have lots of laundry baskets, don't judge me. I really hate folding). He happily agreed to it. Chores around the house have been the source of many fights for us. In his mind, we have our jobs and that's that. There's no changing it, there's no trading and there's certainly no helping each other. But I think I changed his mind tonight. He's tired of doing the dishes. We've been eating at home A LOT since finding out we're pregnant, so there's a lot more dishes to do. I've also stopped drinking soda, so I use a cup a day now. There's a lot of dishes to do, and I don't mind helping him. But since he just doesn't want to do it, I'm not going to just do it for him. There has to be trade. And since I absolutely hate folding laundry, it was a fair trade. I don't mind digging my clothes out of a laundry basket...he does. I've already told him of a few chores I'm going to eventually be unable to do (like get the clothes out of the dryer...our dryer is in an awkward spot. Once I get bigger I'm not going to be able to bend over to get everything out) and I'm going to need his help. I think he might actually be excited because he simply said "alright" and didn't ask what I was going to do for him.
Speaking of him being excited, watching him watch the sonograms is the best thing ever. It's hard to tear my eyes away from the screen, but last week I finally looked at him. Pure joy. Derek is one of those guys that doesn't really care about other peoples kids and babies. At one point during this journey he expressed to me that he was worried about being a dad because of this. I told him it would be different when it was our kid. I'm glad to see that it's happening before the baby is born. Derek also has very little emotions. But when we heard the heartbeat last week I heard him whisper "Oh my gosh." We did hear the heartbeat at 7 weeks, but it was much stronger and faster this time.
Our sonogram appointment had to be separate from our doctors appointment this week because my doctor I guess had a delivery and wasn't in the office that afternoon. But we had taken the day/afternoon off for that appointment, so we went ahead with the sonogram and I went back to the doctor by myself on Friday. He didn't need to be there for that anyway, so I was okay with going by myself. I got to hear the heartbeat again with the doppler and they did lots of blood work. They called today to change my thyroid medication so I'm hoping once I start on the higher dose, maybe I'll start to get some of my energy back. I know it'll stop my heart from racing. I'm still waiting to get some other results back to see if I have a blood clotting disorder that most women in my family have. My mom has it and Elizabeth has it, but Mary was just tested for it and doesn't have it, so we're praying that I don't either. She's treating me right now as if I have it, but if I do have it, I may have to start taking blood thinning shots soon. Elizabeth had to take them with Aaron and they did not look fun. I'm used to shots, but these way more painful than insulin shots.
My blood sugars are doing good. I see my endocrinologist next Monday so we'll see what all they want to change then. I've only had a few over 200 numbers in the last 4 weeks, so that's awesome. Sometimes it goes a little higher than I would like it to, but it's nothing dangerous, so I'm not worried about it. I'm hoping to hit that time when my sugars start coming down soon. I've had more lows lately, but nothing like what I've heard of from other diabetics. But I've never been one to have numbers like everyone else does, so it wouldn't surprise me if I never get the lows.
Okay, my sleepy medication is kicking in. Hopefully I covered most of everything that has been going on. I have another appointment in 3 weeks, but it's not a sonogram appointment. She said the doctor may want to do one once I get there, but as of now, we're not scheduled for one. So I may not get to see my baby again until after Christmas when we find out if it's a boy or a girl. Oh, and I totally think it's a boy. I'm usually right about these things, but I won't be surprised if we find out it's a girl. Since I've always wanted a boy and think it's a boy, it'll be a girl. That's how things around here usually go. Oh well.
