Speed Kills.

Saint Charles,IL 
Today
Patchy light rain in area with thunder High 83FLow 56F
  • Temp: 74F
  • Hum: 64%
  • W: 7mph SW
SATURDAY
Sunny
High 84F
Low 60F
SUNDAY
Sunny
High 83F
Low 60F
MONDAY
Sunny
High 85F
Low 63F
TUESDAY
Patchy rain nearby
High 85F
Low 64F

Saturday - November 16

Today = Couch. Laundry. Cats. Couch. Kona.

All very non impact. 

  • Health data: Hours slept: 12

Friday - November 15

Had a scare yesterday at work. I started bleeding. Hard. Heavy. 

Called the doctor, left work, and went into the doctor's office immediately. They got me in for an emergency appointment and yet another ultrasound. Chris met me there. 

Checked the cervix, it's closed. (This is good)

Ultrasound showed baby hanging out in amniotic fluid wondering what the hell all the fuss was about. Baby waved, moved, and was acting normal. Heart beating. Unaffected. 

The doctor believes one of my fibroids (likely one on my cervix) became irritated somehow and began bleeding. A lot. Quite disconcerting, but it's of no immediate consequence, and it's no threat to me or the baby. 

I haven't been that flat out frightened since my Dad passed away. My mouth went dry, and after a brief emotional meltdown, I maxed out and shut down. Too scared to even react.

The bottom line is that I could continue to bleed for a couple of days. This should not be alarming, according to my doctor. I am to call if I experience miscarriage symptoms (other than bleeding... symptoms such as contractions, labor type pains, very heavy bleeding etc etc) otherwise, I'm supposed to reprise my routine of LAYING ON COUCHES WITH CATS. Workout privileges are revoked. *sigh* I never even got to step foot in the gym again. 

We are 13 weeks today, and I am on the couch with Quentin.

It's as if the Universe said... "Worried about genetic testing? Worried your nugget won't be a perfect specimen of unmitigated perfection? I'll give you something to worry about..." message received. Loud and clear.


  • Health data: Hours slept: 11

Thursday - November 14

I am going to declare myself CURED!

Woke up this morning convinced it was Friday. Imagine my dismay when I turned on the Today show to find them talking about THURSDAY November 14, 2013. Booo.

Although, it is my pal KTPitbull's birthday! Clicky clicky. Go over there and wish her a happy day.


So, since it's THURSDAY... let's do THROWBACK THURSDAY in the photo flipper, shall we?

1974 ish. Maybe 1973... can't tell... How old do I look? 3 ish? 4 ish? Me and My Mom. I was apparently planning an escape on a horse drawn mail coach, as Mom stood by watching. A cheezy smile and I'm all "seeeee ya! I'm outta here!"

Door County Wisconsin.

The guy driving the coach looks less than amused.

  • Health data: Hours slept: 8

Wednesday - November 13

I think I'm almost cured!

GLORY BE!

Slept through the night. Minimal coughing, and I didn't take a cough suppressant this morning. Watch me go.

Zpack is finished, but it stays in the system for 14 days total, so it's still fighting the good fight.

  • Health data: Hours slept: 8

Tuesday - November 12

Last night I actually threw out the scenario... "What if our child is albino!?" to Chris... who looked at me like I'd grown a third nipple eye. 

These are the things running through my head. THESE are the things.

My Dad always said.... 90% of the things we worry about never even materialize. He was right. I know this intellectually. I am trying not to ruminate, but that's harder to do than it sounds. 

  • Health data: Sick: 2 Hours slept: 8

Monday - November 11

I'm worried. In addition to being sick, and Tuberculean (I know that's not a word... but I like it.... sounds like a mix of Herculean and tuberculosis.) 

Anyway, I'm worried about our genetic testing. I'm worried about what it will reveal. I almost wish we hadn't decided to do it.  I realize there's nothing I can do to change or influence it... but I am worried nevertheless. We will find out on Thursday or Friday. 

Whatever child we have is the child we were meant to have. This baby is the child that implanted itself in my inhospitable uterus just a couple of weeks before I was planning to talk to a doctor about having it removed. He or she wants to be born and wants to be raised by .... us. (Woah Boy!)

I would have thought that to be an unlikely occurrence, and my doctor would have agreed. That's for sure. But, here we are, almost 13 weeks into things, and still going strong.

ONCE AGAIN,  FOR THE THIRD TIME THUS FAR, THE BLOOD IS DRAWN. LET THE CHIPS FALL WHERE THEY MAY.



Agnes and I have unwittingly dressed like Christmas today:

 

 

  • Health data: Sick: 2 Hours slept: 10

Sunday - November 10

Missed Chris' CX races today. 

Woke up around 9, stayed up a couple of hours, took a nap at 11:30 and woke up at 3:30. 

Lame. Sick. Trying to recover. 

*sigh*

Was able to sleep for the majority of last night, so that's a plus. Little by little I hope I'm getting better... I still have fairly terrible sounding coughing jags, but they are less frequent and they don't last as long. 

  • Health data: Sick: 2 Hours slept: 15

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