*Matt's going to talk to the old man next time he sees him around, then if that doesn't accomplish anything we'll go to the police. We do live in a small town, so I'm not really sure how much good the police will do, but we'll try.
The funny part of the whole thing is that he seriously thinks that I don't SEE him with his binoculars.
*My dad talked to his doctor (she's specializes in homeopathy/nutritional imbalances and a bunch of other things - She's the one who has gotten his A-fib under control without prescription meds) about my anxiety. Her opinion is that my mineral stores are extremely low, that the babies have depleted all of my reserves and anything I am consuming is immediately going to them, which is resulting in how I'm feeling.
Which actually makes a lot of sense to me. Also, for my dad, he knows that sugar can spike his anxiety attacks. So for now, I'm to go crazy eating vegetables and seriously limit my sugar intake (which includes carbs etc). We'll see if this helps. I'm thinking it will, because I'm sure that I'm not getting enough veggies, in spite of salads and leafy green consumption.
I'm also going to the chiropractor today, which should help a bit.
*We picked up our car on Monday night!
*We had our first bona fide crazy person in the store today, complete with pointing and rude questions. My sister was carrying A around the store, when I noticed this lady at the opposite end of an aisle looking at me, then motioning for her friend.
She comes running toward me and says "Are you Jessica? Are you the one having triplets?" "Yes" "Oh my gosh, she's the one (to the friend)! I was up this morning thinking of you at 4am, wondering how you're going to do this!" "Oh" "I want to come over and hold one of your babies! I can help change diapers and feed them and scrub floors!"
In the meantime my sister is now there, wondering if she needs to show this woman the door, because she was that BSC. Finally she tells me "Oh, I'm so-and-so's sister, from your church. Not that you think I'm some random crazy person." Oh ok, so that makes it all better now.
She has never been in the store before, neither has the friend she was with, and spent $2.83 on a bag of candy. My mom, sister, and I were all pretty annoyed. My mom really doesn't have any idea of the potential for sanity, but that kind of freaked her out: That someone actually made a point to come into our store, looking for me, specifically to ask questions. Yea, that fence with the lock is going up real soon in our yard.
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Thursday, September 15
Friday, July 8
10 weeks (sorry, this is long)
Yesterday I had my appt at AMC: Let me just preface this post by saying, I cannot make this stuff up.
First off I thought I was lost driving to my appt: I had to drive through a really bad looking neighborhood once I got off the highway to get to downtown. Once I finally got to the Valet Parking for the office, there was no one there to take my keys. Of course at this point it's almost 9:30 and my first appt is then. I drive around looking for any parking spot and find a lot, end up driving in through the exit, then realized it was the valet lot. I left the car there, found a valet guy at that point and told him I was confused, but here are my keys and there is my car.
Then I couldn't figure out how to get into the ding-dang building! It's on the second floor above a CVS and a bank. I'm walking around, I ask in CVS and they tell me go out those doors it's on the right. I do and end up opening an alarmed door to a storage room (I thought it was a stairwell). Then I find the elevator and go up. FINALLY! I'm there!
I check in, an admin person calls me back, has me fill out insurance stuff and hands me a paper for my ultrasound. I go back to the waiting room (mind you it's now 9:40 and I haven't peed since 7:15 when I left home). I know they're going to need a urine sample and figure it shouldn't be long. At 10:15 I ask the receptionist how much longer before my appt, since I had to go to the little girls' room. She's leaning back in her chair and looks like she's playing on the computer and after a couple of seconds responds "Oh they'll be with you in a few minutes". So I decide to go to the bathroom.
I sit there about another 5 minutes after my toilet run and another receptionist calls me name, we'll call her A. She asks me if I have any paperwork, I show her the one piece of paper, and she goes "Oh, no, you should have a lot more than that" and hands me like 4 more sheets. At this point I'm thinking something is wrong.
A asks me "how long have you been waiting?"
Me-"I've been here since 9:40"
A-"No one has been out to get you?"
Me-"No"
A-"Please come with me"
The person who checked me in, only checked me in for my ultrasound, and never checked me in for my nurse consult or my initial OB exam-visit.
At this point it's 10:30, A is apologizing to me PROFUSELY for the delay. She hands me off to the U/S tech is also apologizing over and over again. Another person (a nurse/doctor?) who is also apologizing and say this is an outrage that I've been kept waiting this long, that someone up front screwed up, this is totally unacceptable. All of them were beyond upset that I had been kept waiting.
The U/S tech did a great job (loved her! We'll call her M): She was congratulating me on triplets, telling me how her friend just had triplets a while ago, and had a daughter a couple of years older (her trips were 2 boys and a girl ;-). She spent a lot of time looking at everything. The babies all have their own placenta, good thick linings between them, all are measuring at least 3 days ahead. She even gave me a 3-d U/S, which I've never had before (Picture Right: I circled where there heads are, if you look closely you can see their little arms and legs).
At this point A and M are personally handling my appointments and anything to do with me. A and M leave and a doctor comes in, he sits down and immediately starts talking selective reduction with me. I told him we would not be doing that. Then he got visibly annoyed with me, because I was not even interested in it. He spent 30 seconds doing an U/S, then said "Everything appears good" and walked out of the room (Matt was livid about this when I told him last night). He did come back in with M and started harping on about my being a carrier for Cystic Fibrosis, and was I aware of this, has my (actually never said husband/partner anything) been tested. I told him I was aware of it, so there is no issue. Then he stormed away again. Maybe he was having a bad day.
I couldn't even believe that the doctor was seriously pissed that I wasn't going to do it. I understand it's protocol to discuss it, but for him to be annoyed with me and so curt when I said we were not considering it....sheesh! Fortunately he isn't one of the high-risk OBs, and I'll probably never see him again....I hope.
After that everything went smoothly. I did like the OB I saw. I think I'm getting old, because I don't think she was much older than I am lol All in all, me and the babies look good, and no one had any concerns as to my being able to carry this pregnancy for a good long while: YAY!
It was a long day though...3.5 hours at the doctors office. It should never have taken that long, but it's all done and all good. I now have a personal admin person, A and whenever I need to talk to someone about appointments she's the one. The NT scan is scheduled for July 25, and unfortunately our consult with the high risk OB is the 26th....fun! (and I leave for Maine on the 28th....too much car time!) A tried to get me another appt time for the NT, but there was nothing available. It is, what it is.
When I was checking out the person who had checked me in, and several other admins were being talked to by the office manager, because they had not followed procedure and never even signed off on my check in sheet (and a whole bunch of other stuff). She kept glaring at me the whole time I was with A, like I had done something wrong. Oh well.
I liked all the nurses/doctors/techs I saw, with the exception of grumpy-pants, so I think we'll be ok going there :-) Of course a new fear has cropped up in my mind, which I'll discuss with the MFM...If I go 36 weeks, are they going to plan a c-section or are they going to let me just go into labor (or at any other time during this pregnancy)....my concern being I was only in labor with Ave for 6 hours, before she was born. I don't know if I'd be able to get to Albany in time if I was in labor (obviously any signs of preterm labor are going to be heavily monitored for me).
I'm not sure how I feel about delivering 3 babies vagina.lly. I know I could do it, but I just worry about the risks. I'm sure though that I'll end up with a c-section because who knows how these babies are going to be lying.
10 weeks
First off I thought I was lost driving to my appt: I had to drive through a really bad looking neighborhood once I got off the highway to get to downtown. Once I finally got to the Valet Parking for the office, there was no one there to take my keys. Of course at this point it's almost 9:30 and my first appt is then. I drive around looking for any parking spot and find a lot, end up driving in through the exit, then realized it was the valet lot. I left the car there, found a valet guy at that point and told him I was confused, but here are my keys and there is my car.
Then I couldn't figure out how to get into the ding-dang building! It's on the second floor above a CVS and a bank. I'm walking around, I ask in CVS and they tell me go out those doors it's on the right. I do and end up opening an alarmed door to a storage room (I thought it was a stairwell). Then I find the elevator and go up. FINALLY! I'm there!
I check in, an admin person calls me back, has me fill out insurance stuff and hands me a paper for my ultrasound. I go back to the waiting room (mind you it's now 9:40 and I haven't peed since 7:15 when I left home). I know they're going to need a urine sample and figure it shouldn't be long. At 10:15 I ask the receptionist how much longer before my appt, since I had to go to the little girls' room. She's leaning back in her chair and looks like she's playing on the computer and after a couple of seconds responds "Oh they'll be with you in a few minutes". So I decide to go to the bathroom.
I sit there about another 5 minutes after my toilet run and another receptionist calls me name, we'll call her A. She asks me if I have any paperwork, I show her the one piece of paper, and she goes "Oh, no, you should have a lot more than that" and hands me like 4 more sheets. At this point I'm thinking something is wrong.
A asks me "how long have you been waiting?"
Me-"I've been here since 9:40"
A-"No one has been out to get you?"
Me-"No"
A-"Please come with me"
The person who checked me in, only checked me in for my ultrasound, and never checked me in for my nurse consult or my initial OB exam-visit.
At this point it's 10:30, A is apologizing to me PROFUSELY for the delay. She hands me off to the U/S tech is also apologizing over and over again. Another person (a nurse/doctor?) who is also apologizing and say this is an outrage that I've been kept waiting this long, that someone up front screwed up, this is totally unacceptable. All of them were beyond upset that I had been kept waiting.
The U/S tech did a great job (loved her! We'll call her M): She was congratulating me on triplets, telling me how her friend just had triplets a while ago, and had a daughter a couple of years older (her trips were 2 boys and a girl ;-). She spent a lot of time looking at everything. The babies all have their own placenta, good thick linings between them, all are measuring at least 3 days ahead. She even gave me a 3-d U/S, which I've never had before (Picture Right: I circled where there heads are, if you look closely you can see their little arms and legs).
At this point A and M are personally handling my appointments and anything to do with me. A and M leave and a doctor comes in, he sits down and immediately starts talking selective reduction with me. I told him we would not be doing that. Then he got visibly annoyed with me, because I was not even interested in it. He spent 30 seconds doing an U/S, then said "Everything appears good" and walked out of the room (Matt was livid about this when I told him last night). He did come back in with M and started harping on about my being a carrier for Cystic Fibrosis, and was I aware of this, has my (actually never said husband/partner anything) been tested. I told him I was aware of it, so there is no issue. Then he stormed away again. Maybe he was having a bad day.
I couldn't even believe that the doctor was seriously pissed that I wasn't going to do it. I understand it's protocol to discuss it, but for him to be annoyed with me and so curt when I said we were not considering it....sheesh! Fortunately he isn't one of the high-risk OBs, and I'll probably never see him again....I hope.
After that everything went smoothly. I did like the OB I saw. I think I'm getting old, because I don't think she was much older than I am lol All in all, me and the babies look good, and no one had any concerns as to my being able to carry this pregnancy for a good long while: YAY!
It was a long day though...3.5 hours at the doctors office. It should never have taken that long, but it's all done and all good. I now have a personal admin person, A and whenever I need to talk to someone about appointments she's the one. The NT scan is scheduled for July 25, and unfortunately our consult with the high risk OB is the 26th....fun! (and I leave for Maine on the 28th....too much car time!) A tried to get me another appt time for the NT, but there was nothing available. It is, what it is.
When I was checking out the person who had checked me in, and several other admins were being talked to by the office manager, because they had not followed procedure and never even signed off on my check in sheet (and a whole bunch of other stuff). She kept glaring at me the whole time I was with A, like I had done something wrong. Oh well.
I liked all the nurses/doctors/techs I saw, with the exception of grumpy-pants, so I think we'll be ok going there :-) Of course a new fear has cropped up in my mind, which I'll discuss with the MFM...If I go 36 weeks, are they going to plan a c-section or are they going to let me just go into labor (or at any other time during this pregnancy)....my concern being I was only in labor with Ave for 6 hours, before she was born. I don't know if I'd be able to get to Albany in time if I was in labor (obviously any signs of preterm labor are going to be heavily monitored for me).
I'm not sure how I feel about delivering 3 babies vagina.lly. I know I could do it, but I just worry about the risks. I'm sure though that I'll end up with a c-section because who knows how these babies are going to be lying.
10 weeks
Size of Baby: They are the size of a kumquat (whatever that is)
Maternity Clothes: I did just have Matt pull out my box of clothes from the atiic, but I am wearing shorts and t-shirts that I bought last year that were way too big...they're fitting quite nicely.
Weight Gain: I'm down 5lbs....not surprising, but am holding steady
Stretch Marks: No new ones
Sleep: I love sleep....I usually take an hour nap in the afternoon when Miss A is down, and we're in bed most nights by 9:30 and I'm up with Ave whenever she gets up (anywhere between 6:30 and 8:30)
Best Moment of the Week: Getting to see our babies yesterday
Movement: Nope
Symptoms: For the most part I feel ok: Definitely tired, sometimes my stomach feels blah and I don't want to eat, dinner doesn't always go down too easy.
Food Cravings: Ice water
Gender: My guess: 2 boys and a girl (the girl because Ave was a late implanter and scientifically I think that smaller one was a later ovulation, which is why it was behind). Matt says 3 girls (I think that's his worst case scenario, not that it's a bad thing).
What I Miss: Not feeling like I have to pee....CONSTANTLY!
What I'm Looking Forward to: These babies cooking for a good long while!
Weekly Wisdom: Keep my tummy full of food.
Milestones: Done with my baby aspirin! Only 2 more weeks of progesterone...YAY!
Emotions: A bit more balanced....which isn't saying much for me.
Measurements: Pre-pregnancy: waist 38", hips 46"
This week: waist 42", hips 46" (LET THE GROWTH BEGIN!)
This week: waist 42", hips 46" (LET THE GROWTH BEGIN!)
Thursday, March 26
Today, I stood up for myself...
I usually don't: I'm usually the person wanting to go whatever way is the path of least resistance. Not today: Today I'd had enough.
My shadow is constantly asking personal questions...today she was back on the topic of kids: "Do you have kids?" -No; "Do you want kids?" -Yes; "What's the hold up?" -Do you really think that's any of your business?! *ZING*
She had been going on for a good 10 minutes about how she didn't wait long (she's divorced and doesn't have custody of her kid) and how it's better to have them when you're young...blah! blah! blah! I just snapped.
Her lame response was "I'm just trying to make conversation." UGH! I was really pissed for quite some time, then worried about what she was going to think or ask of my coworker, then I was just really happy with myself for telling someone that my having, or not having, kids is none of their business.
My shadow is constantly asking personal questions...today she was back on the topic of kids: "Do you have kids?" -No; "Do you want kids?" -Yes; "What's the hold up?" -Do you really think that's any of your business?! *ZING*
She had been going on for a good 10 minutes about how she didn't wait long (she's divorced and doesn't have custody of her kid) and how it's better to have them when you're young...blah! blah! blah! I just snapped.
Her lame response was "I'm just trying to make conversation." UGH! I was really pissed for quite some time, then worried about what she was going to think or ask of my coworker, then I was just really happy with myself for telling someone that my having, or not having, kids is none of their business.
Thursday, June 19
What a day!
My day started at 5:30 this morning. Matt and I got up and headed to my parents' to pick up my mom. From there we went to a strawberry farm a 1/2 hour away to pick berries. It was cold, it was wet, it was EARLY! We got to the farm at 7:00 am when they opened. Within an hour we had picked 6 baskets (approx 5#'s each).
(like my boots) Matt is now cutting our 3 baskets and getting ready to make Strawberry-Rhubarb wine. Of course we'll also have fresh Strawberry Shortcake tonight :-) Yum!
(like my boots) Matt is now cutting our 3 baskets and getting ready to make Strawberry-Rhubarb wine. Of course we'll also have fresh Strawberry Shortcake tonight :-) Yum!Wednesday, January 23
"To those who can dream there is no such place as faraway...."
I feel like I have a thousand thoughts in my head, each of them running in a drastically different direction. I can't even comprehend or grasp most of them: It's like trying to grab at a wave on the shore: You think you've got it, but it slips out of grasp, running back to the ocean, laughing at you the whole way...only to come back a few seconds later to tease you with the prospect of another attempt.
That's probably a pretty good analogy of the whole IF saga. Every month we try again, hoping that this time the results will be different. Who knows, maybe some day they will be. It certainly gets exhausting though...month after month of temping and timing, waiting and worrying. The constant emotional rollercoaster and the having to be polite to people who are oblivious.
Coworkers are probably some of the worst. Only one of mine even knows that we are, and have been, trying. Of course, her response is that of most people: "you're trying too hard", "these things take time", and other such "helpful" comments. The rest of my coworkers (mainly men over the age of 55) tell me the old adage: "Just wait till you have kids!" As though it were a threat: Please, curse me with children...curse me to never again be able to sleep in on a Saturday...curse me to have a tight budget because the kids need things...curse me to never have a free moment to myself...curse me to have twins. I'll gladly take all of it. I'll take the stress and hurt and fears that come with being a parent, for the joy and love far outweigh them.
Sunday afternoon I was cleaning our bedroom and I found a book that my mom had given me on some birthday: A Book of Letters to my Daughter. It was just a collection of little stories and quotes about mothers and daughters. I read one...about a father in the service who through a number of different miracles was able to make it home for the birth of his daughter. He and his wife had tried for many years and were told they were out of luck. They had wanted that baby so badly and waited for so long. For the first time...I didn't ball up in hysterical sobs. I shed a few quiet tears and went back to cleaning. Of course, I then felt like a bad person.
I've realized that I've started to become numb to (or at peace with) our IF issues. I don't know if it's having resigned myself to the fact that we may never have children of our own...or accepting that no matter what (whether treatments fail or succeed) we will have children. It's not a choice for us. There is no debating about how far we are willing to go. We will be parents: whether God blesses us with a biological or adopted child. I've never imagined otherwise. I think that's part of why I feel this way. Because I know someday it will be a reality.
I'm trying to focus on other things. With Matt out of work I'm trying to think up different money making schemes...not knowing what will work. I keep debating whether or not I want to attempt to sell some of my quilting/sewing projects as well as photography online. I think the only thing holding me back (besides time constraints to do it) is the fear of failing. Another thought that is flitting in and out of my mind....
I did get one of the placemats for my friend's birthday gift done. I have to finish the rest in time to mail them out by Saturday for her birthday on Tuesday. I think I can...I think I can :-) (there's that optimism!)
That's probably a pretty good analogy of the whole IF saga. Every month we try again, hoping that this time the results will be different. Who knows, maybe some day they will be. It certainly gets exhausting though...month after month of temping and timing, waiting and worrying. The constant emotional rollercoaster and the having to be polite to people who are oblivious.
Coworkers are probably some of the worst. Only one of mine even knows that we are, and have been, trying. Of course, her response is that of most people: "you're trying too hard", "these things take time", and other such "helpful" comments. The rest of my coworkers (mainly men over the age of 55) tell me the old adage: "Just wait till you have kids!" As though it were a threat: Please, curse me with children...curse me to never again be able to sleep in on a Saturday...curse me to have a tight budget because the kids need things...curse me to never have a free moment to myself...curse me to have twins. I'll gladly take all of it. I'll take the stress and hurt and fears that come with being a parent, for the joy and love far outweigh them.
Sunday afternoon I was cleaning our bedroom and I found a book that my mom had given me on some birthday: A Book of Letters to my Daughter. It was just a collection of little stories and quotes about mothers and daughters. I read one...about a father in the service who through a number of different miracles was able to make it home for the birth of his daughter. He and his wife had tried for many years and were told they were out of luck. They had wanted that baby so badly and waited for so long. For the first time...I didn't ball up in hysterical sobs. I shed a few quiet tears and went back to cleaning. Of course, I then felt like a bad person.
I've realized that I've started to become numb to (or at peace with) our IF issues. I don't know if it's having resigned myself to the fact that we may never have children of our own...or accepting that no matter what (whether treatments fail or succeed) we will have children. It's not a choice for us. There is no debating about how far we are willing to go. We will be parents: whether God blesses us with a biological or adopted child. I've never imagined otherwise. I think that's part of why I feel this way. Because I know someday it will be a reality.
I'm trying to focus on other things. With Matt out of work I'm trying to think up different money making schemes...not knowing what will work. I keep debating whether or not I want to attempt to sell some of my quilting/sewing projects as well as photography online. I think the only thing holding me back (besides time constraints to do it) is the fear of failing. Another thought that is flitting in and out of my mind....
I did get one of the placemats for my friend's birthday gift done. I have to finish the rest in time to mail them out by Saturday for her birthday on Tuesday. I think I can...I think I can :-) (there's that optimism!)
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