I think I've finally turned a corner. I'm starting to get really happy about this lil man about to come into our lives. I find myself, even though its been 7 whole days since I've seen Sticky on an ultrasound, being okay that he's okay and that its all going well.
I got kind of a blow on Tuesday. SO let me back up a bit. I was feeling kinda blah on Saturday and Sunday, but trudged through the family like activities. They were fun, but I knew something wasn't right. I stopped my progesterone, upon drs orders, on Sunday, then was to go to have blood drawn on Tuesday to check progesterone. I knew I hadn't felt exactly "right", but I figured I'd over done it this weekend. Well sure enough, my progesterone came back after 2 days of not being on it at a whopping 14. Not horrible, but not great. So I'm thinking I'll stay on this for at least another month, if not longer. Endometrin 3 times a day, accompanied by a lovely yeast infection that I try to warn off with some who who creme, and the progesterone oral pills three times a day as well. I know the progesterone oral pills don't do that much good, but hey, I'd like to give it everything I've got in this. (fyi- oral progesterone metabolizes in the liver, therefore not much of it actually gets into the blood stream)
So I can't complain that much. Other than the progesterone dilemma, things seem to be going swimmingly. The nausea is manageable, as are most of the symptoms and I'm getting some of my energy back at 14 weeks one day gestation. I'm going to see the dr every two weeks for awhile. Then go to every 3 weeks, then back down again to two. She said it would be a sort of "dance".
Angel is being so wonderful. Every once in awhile, he pats my belly and smiles or giggles. But he is in Daddy overdrive! He is all about preparing, which is something that I've had problems with. I need to EASE into this, and he is going at it like fighting fire! Lets order this, do this, do that. Call this person, etc. I really want to pull his reigns, but I've also realized that this is his way of dealing with things and being a Dad. So I've got to let him do his thing, even if he's driving me nuts sometimes! All in all, its really cute. I think he's happy that I'm beginning to do more chores these days too. 10 weeks is a long time for him to do laundry and grocery shopping!
Cute story- My 5 year old great niece was so cute on Easter. She kept patting my belly and saying, "When your son gets here..." I think she is excited to have younger folks in the family now, and I'm pretty sure she's gearing up to run the show! My poor Sticky doesn't stand a chance! ;o) I can't wait to watch them grow up!