Stones and sludge

Apparently, my gall bladder is full of both. I have a surgical consult next week. The hope is to push out the removal until at least mid-second trimester.

No peeky

The u/s tech was very no-nonsense and was not interested in chatting or looking south. I will have to wait until my OB appointment in two weeks to hopefully hear the heartbeat on doppler.

The Gall

bladder, that is. The NP was pretty sure it's my gall bladder- possibly gall stones. Apparently, issues with the gall bladder can be exacerbated by pregnancy. I have an ultrasound scheduled for tomorrow, but it is doubtful they will get south enough for me to see what I really want to see.

Paranoid?

I was repeatedly struck by upper gastric pain this weekend and not of the heartburn variety. I finally put in a call to the OB and the doctor on call indicated that it might be my gall bladder. So, I called today to make an appointment as suggested by the doctor on call and had to play the telephone hokey-pokey and hemming and hawing about maybe I should wait for my scheduled appointment in two weeks. Umm, no. If there is something wrong with my gall bladder, I would like to know now, thank you very much.

When complaining to DH about the runaround, I said I didn't know why they make women wait until 10-12 weeks to come in for their first appointment anyway. He replied that most women are probably not as paranoid about their pregnancies. Yes, paranoid! I guess that would be me.

Personally, I think he is dead wrong. I think that even fertile women (especially those in their first pregnancies) are just as anxious about getting in to the doctor initally.

He is so in trouble.

Becoming a Vegetarian

Despite my normal carnivorous nature and all the protein-emphasized diets I have been on, it appears that pregnancy may render me a vegetarian. Even the thought of meat isn't sitting too well.

Lapped

I just learned (from DH who really didn't want to tell me, no doubt predicting my reaction) that our next-door neighbor is pregnant again. Four months apparently. Unplanned, another "oops." This is the couple who weren't married yet when they bought the house next door because she was finalizing her divorce. Shortly after they moved in in October 2006 (months after we started trying), I learned she was "accidentally pregnant." She had a little girl in May 2007, just as our infertility diagnosis was being finalized. At some point before the birth, they quietly got married.

Before the birth, the father mentioned how he would be disappointed if it was a girl. Turns out he was disappointed. He spends very little time with the baby. The great-grandmother or grandmother watches her constantly. I understand needing someone while the mother is working, but if the mother is not there, the grandmother or great-grandmother is, even when the father is home. The mother did not breastfeed because it was "inconvenient." I know that often breastfeeding doesn't work out for people, but to not even give it a shot for the sake of your kid? It frustrates me how little these people seem to do for their baby. I could go on and on. And yet, they're having another.

Does being pregnant take some of the sting away? Yes. But I am still left angry and full of righteous indignation at the unfairness of these people getting ANOTHER oops baby when there are so many others who have endured so much that deserve a baby so much more. She will have two babies and mine will still not be born yet. And that's assuming that we get a take-home baby out of this pregnancy. I know in my head that it rains on the just and the unjust and that life is not "fair." But in my heart- the voice calls out, "Unfair, unfair."

Relief

That is what I feel- a big whoooooosssshhhhh of it.

The baby is measuring a day ahead and we saw the heartbeat.