vomit. As the phlebotomist was about to stick the needle in my arm, I looked up and said those exact words. He gently lead me down the hall showed me to the bathroom that I barely made and there was lunch! Not on a plate but in the toilet. Homemade shrimp lo-mien that I probably shouldn't have eaten because it didn't taste right going down. Of course embarrassed and very apologetic, I still had to give blood. Which I did gracefully and left apologizing until I closed the door behind me.
Unfortunately that was just the beginning of a very rough day. I couldn't hold anything down, including water, and then the dry heaves. No fun...but as I go to bed I know the worst is behind me.
No pictures for this one....you're welcome. I probably could have left this post out as well....but you know me!! ;-)
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Not all doctor's appointments are the same
We decided on a OB group with about 4 doctors and I have to meet them all before giving birth. Technically you never know who's going to be standing at my feet getting the real first glance at my baby. So we met Dr. Lorraine Rodriguez....Ugh, not a big fan. First she was 45 minutes late, not very personable, stuck to business, and announced all my negative test results like any second she could drop some bad news. She didn't, thank God, but I wasn't sure until all was said and done. She answered a couple of questions, listened to button's heartbeat, which was strong and slowing down as it should, and said nice to meet you. In 15 minutes she was gone and I was on my way to give blood.
Oh well...you know how it goes, she'll be the one to deliver our baby. Guess I better bring cupcakes!
Oh well...you know how it goes, she'll be the one to deliver our baby. Guess I better bring cupcakes!
Maternity clothes 101
I really don't need them just yet but I decided Black Friday might be a good day to see what's available for my growing belly. I found MATERNITY PANTS, which I must ask where have you been all my life? For example, after Thanksgiving dinner, any big meal, once a month, or ANY day I just feel fat! Guess those aren't appropriate times but I can see a future for these pants! LOL....just joking but they are wonderful.
So I bought my first pair in black which I can foresee getting a lot of wash and wear. Next week I meet with our station's consultant to talk, "how to be pregnant and still look professional on TV." Should be fun but I can see my bank account taking a hit! I also have a donation coming from a friend looking to get rid of some maternity clothes so hopefully I've already started the journey of dressing my stomach gracefully.
So I bought my first pair in black which I can foresee getting a lot of wash and wear. Next week I meet with our station's consultant to talk, "how to be pregnant and still look professional on TV." Should be fun but I can see my bank account taking a hit! I also have a donation coming from a friend looking to get rid of some maternity clothes so hopefully I've already started the journey of dressing my stomach gracefully.
The secret is out...
Since the last doctor's appointment was such a success it's time to tell the world we're pregnant. And because this child has two parents on the news the world is an overstatement but it's not far fetched. We'd figured out a plan to break the news during the 8am hour of the Morning Show. A very ambitious, excited producer wanted to do it much bigger than I thought it deserved but I went along with the grandiose agenda of big baby breaking news! It would be fun mainly because I was sharing the news with my TV family, who has really grown on me over the years. They drive you crazy like family but in the end you love them and really would do most things for them.
So at the top of the hour we throw up a sonogram picture with button doing his/her thing, and the fun begins. Huge surprise except for the people who swore they knew...which was everyone on Facebook and a few co-workers. Nevertheless the secret is officially out and I can breathe a big belly sigh of relief!
No more belts, no more Spanx, no more saying "boy am I getting fat" and "I sure am bloated today!" That's not bloat that's a baby!!
So at the top of the hour we throw up a sonogram picture with button doing his/her thing, and the fun begins. Huge surprise except for the people who swore they knew...which was everyone on Facebook and a few co-workers. Nevertheless the secret is officially out and I can breathe a big belly sigh of relief!
We're out! |
No more belts, no more Spanx, no more saying "boy am I getting fat" and "I sure am bloated today!" That's not bloat that's a baby!!
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