Bed Rest.

Two words - Bed Rest. 

Friday afternoon I had to go back to my OB for an emergency ultrasound.  The ultrasound tech said she didn't see much of my SCH left, that it looked like it may have absorbed.  However, she found a few pockets of fluid and notated that. 

At my follow-up with the NP she said "I'm taking you out of work, permanently, and you're going on bed rest." SAY WHAT?  At 10 weeks my doctor has put me on bed rest.  Apparently, they feel that my pregnancy is at high risk and I most certainly need to stay on strict bed rest.  I'm on couch-bed-fridge-bathroom bed rest.  No going out to eat, no movies, no nothing.

This wouldn't suck so much, except Matt's last week is this week.  He is leaving for 8 1/2 weeks in less than one week.  I won't so much as be able to talk to him, much less see him, and we can't even go out to eat for a romantic dinner together.  Awesome, I'm really excited about this. 

So here I sit/lay at my house - day 4 of bed rest - it's been realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly fun. 

Also, congrats Cindy on your baby!  I can't wait to see pictures!

Baby Slug

You know those horror movies from old times where the creature starts growing and just keeps growing and growing and growing?

That's -- apparently -- what my hematoma wants to do.

My doctor's appointment yesterday was a flop.  A big disappointment. 

She did an abdominal ultrasound (hallelujah!) but the entire scan was MAYBE 5 minutes long.  Under normal circumstances 5 minutes would be fantastic -- but then again, what about my pregnancies is EVER normal?  I felt as though she didn't do a thorough job of looking for/at the hematomas.  In any case, she has a 'medical certificate' so I'll let it be. 

She did not find the original hematoma that was measuring 7-8mm at the last visit.  This time, she only found the 5mm hematoma which has now grown exponentially to 2 CM.  It's also very close to the sac. Great.  The opposite of what we were hoping.  She basically said that growth is bad, but she doesn't want ME to freak out yet -- she'll do the worrying.  I have to go back for another ultrasound soon.  In the meantime I'm on 'modified bed rest' which she said means I can go to work, sit in my chair, go home and lay in my bed.  No grocery shopping, no nothing.  Boo.

Baby Slug (that's what it looks like right now) is measuring right on track for 10 weeks and has a heart rate of 174bpm.  I want to say that this is going to be a boy because I just 'feel' like it is.  But, that may be my subconcious praying it's a boy so I don't have to be pregnant ever again.  I guess we'll find out in 10 more weeks.  That's always good.

Work Frustrations

Today is our ultrasound.  I get to find out if my hematomas have grown, absorbed or maintained the same size.  We are hoping for complete absorbtion. 

I am frustrated.  I was very sick yesterday when I woke up and about threw up everywhere when I got up to get dressed for work.  I climbed back in bed and called my boss at 7:30am.  Her voicemail was on cocaine or something because instead of saying "You've reached the voicemail of..." it just said her name.  So I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Frustrating.  So I called back.  I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Super frustrating.  I called back a third time and started to leave a message and cut almost to the end and it cut me off.  So I gave up.

Today, I am at work.  My boss called me yesterday and I didn't answer (because phenergran makes me sleep) and I didn't get the voicemail until 9:30pm so I didn't call her back.  My bosses boss came up to me and did the "come here" thing with his finger that your parents do when you're in big trouble.  Fantastic.  He proceeds to give me a nice lecture about how I don't need to 'screw this up' and how 'they really need me here.' 

That's all well and good.  But I was sick.  I called.  Your stupid voicemail didn't work, so don't give me a lecture about anything.  Check my phone and you'll see the THREE TIMES I tried to call and tell boss #1 that I wasn't here. 

Apparently SHE isn't in the office, and wasn't yesterday either.  That's why it's such a big deal.  "Cheryl, I'm not in the office and neither are you.  You know, we really need you at work."  Well, I would hope so...because if you didn't need me to work there, why would I have a job.

April 16th can't come fast enough.  I'm not twelve years old.  Why would I not show up, not call in and then come in the next day like "oh really? No biggie!"  Forget it.  That's just dumb.

In other news -- my friend Cindy is going to have a baby.  She had an ultrasound and they told her the rough weight of her baby.  Very exciting.  I almost want to cheat on our office pool and change my guess on her baby's weight so that I can win the pot.  But I'm not going to, because that's cheating.  Her baby is going to be almost twice the size of my baby.  He's going to be cute and chunky like babies are suppose to be.  You know, the Michelin man type babies?  That's the kind.  So excited. 

Matt is leaving in like two weeks.  I'm excited and nervous.  Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.  Or it could be morning sickness.  Either way, it's nerve-wrecking.