Paranoia Will Destroy Ya

I didn't think it was possible to be more paranoid than usual, but here I am, watching The Omen on television, thinking to myself, "Eep!  If I watch this, will it rub off on the 4 week old embryo and make it a devil baby?!"  (clicking off TV)

Everything means something, although I thought I was wise enough to know better than to believe that bunch of hoo-hah.  But what if I stand next to the microwave while I wait for popcorn?  Two-headed baby?!

I've been remarkably calm for the last few days, although I attribute that to exhaustion and fatigue.  Falling asleep at 7 p.m. means less time during the 24 hour day available for freak-outs.  I can't seem to keep my eyes open past Oprah nowadays.  

Miscarriage has been in the back of my mind since conception, and I admit I look up the occasional factoid online.  Today's little nugget of knowledge:  

A woman who has one miscarriage has the same chances of a healthy pregnancy as a woman who has had no miscarriages.

  

Good nugget. 

Waiting and Hoping and Wishing and Praying

Have you ever wished your boobs hurt?  I do.  I wish there was some sign of pregnancy this early in the game.  I'm unofficially at four weeks, one day, and I don't feel anything except an occasional soreness.  That just isn't good enough for me.  I need SERIOUS pain.

Although I did get a pang of nausea two days ago while trying to eat scrambled eggs.  It washed over me so quickly, I wasn't sure if I was going to vomit on the floor in front of me.  But the nausea quickly dissipated and now I feel fine.

Since all the awful signs of pregnancy are a good thing to feel when you're uncertain, it's hard to imagine having something growing inside my uterus right now without pangs of worry and dismay.  

The acupuncturist gave me several affirmations.  I'm supposed to pin them all over the house and at work and read them to myself daily.  She said this is not the same pregnancy, and that I should see it as a whole new experience.  And although it is a different pregnancy, I see the similarities, too.  I feel the bloating, the tender stomach, the early morning rise...five or six in the morning every day since I tested.   Obviously, I need to let go of the past and look toward the future.  Easier said than done.

Painful boobs would help right now.  I don't trust the bloating symptom.  Bloating could just be the tamale I ate last night for dinner.

Week 4

Here we go again.  Week 4...again.  Hoping against hope...again.

It's hard not to be concerned, anxious and/or worried about the pregnancy, considering I'm in that "age group" where doctors refer you to the high-risk gynecologist for a talk.  I've been watching the pregnancy test lines and monitoring them for "pinkness."  It's ridiculous, yet I am compulsive about peeing on that stick every morning, just to make sure it wasn't all a mistake.

The acupuncturist was the happiest I've ever seen her.  She smiled big, gave us a hug, and congratulated us like she knew it was going to happen all along.  All the while, I just cringed and tried to smile.  Why can't I be happy?

By breasts are slightly sore, but nothing like the first pregnancy that miscarried.  I'm bloated, or perhaps just indulging in some seriously emotional eating.  But who can tell?  It's all up for grabs at this point.

I do feel the pings and pangs in my abdomen that tell me to keep hope alive.  It's there, I can feel it.  And it's trying to let me know to stop fussing and relax...which just indicates to me that it's already bossy.  

A chip off the old block.

EPT and Heart Palpitations

I've been poked with acupuncture needles, choking down Chinese herbs, pre-natals, and warm tea, depriving myself of cold drinks and raw vegetables for months.  I waited 12 days past ovulation and then couldn't take it anymore.    I tested, believing it would give a negative result so I could prepare myself.  I didn't want to go to work, get my period, and then cry like a little punk.

The digital test came free with my box of ovulation tests, so with a grimace, I used it.  The results were not ambiguous at all...PREGNANT.

The husband jumped up and down and proceeded to perform a funky, disturbing little lap dance.  I had a hard time believing it again, so I took another non-digital pregnancy test by EPT.

NEGATIVE.

WTF?!  Now I was both pissed and upset.  Husband calmly went to the store to pick up another brand of pregnancy test, First Response.

POSITIVE.

HUH.  No kidding?  Pregnant?  Seriously?  At this point, I was afraid to be happy.  And to some extent, I'm still feeling that trepidation.  Don't get me wrong...I want to be excited.  But at 14 days past ovulation, and with extremely light positive lines barely showing up, I'm hesitant to celebrate.  What if it goes away?  What if I miscarry early?  What if it's a blighted ovum?  What if?

So the "What If's" don't go away after you actually do conceive.  They stick around to torture you and ruin your good time while you're pregnant, too.  It's like someone peeing in the pool at the YMCA.

Unexpected