* pregnancy mentioned *
In case you’re wondering… I am still kicking about and so is Azulito.
It was a very busy week at work and I got some really devastating news on Thursday morning that a close friend had died suddenly and unexpectedly on Wednesday afternoon. I was a mess all day Thursday and eventually went home early and to bed.
As fates would align, I was also blessed with bad morning (meaning all day and evening) sickness and the most intense exhaustion I can remember short of the day after an all-nighter this past week. I actually fell asleep sitting at my desk four times with past week. I need to start closing my door so passers-by don’t wonder if I have developed a case of narcolepsy.
The LP and I got to see baby together on Friday. The little munchkin had very obvious leg and arm buds and a great big noggin. The technician tried to arrest my heart. She said baby was measuring one day behind my dates based on transfer – meaning it was measuring 9w1d, the same as s/he had measured four days earlier at Dr. Braverman’s office. My stomach flipped and my heart raced and leapt into my throat. I asked her how that could be since baby looked bigger and had measured that size four days ago.
She insisted I was just paranoid from all of my losses and tried to explain how a “proper” crown-rump length (CRL) measurement is taken. I wanted to smack her and let her know I could probably do her job by now and that I was pretty sure she and her equipment were not more accurate than my Reproductive Immunologist and his wares. I gave her my best “lady, you are about to kill me or me you” look. She tried again. 9w5d. As egos would have it she maintained her first measurement had been accurate but said she would take 3 and average them. The average was 9w4d but I know the last two were 9w5d so I am going with that and hoping I don’t get the same technician next time.
I am still really tired all the time and that – coupled with passing out at my desk – means I’m behind at work. And that means this post ends here do I can finish up some work and go home to my boys and my four legged girl.
I hope everyone in the good old US of A enjoyed a safe and love-filled holiday (or survived insufferable relatives if not). I am officially excited about the coming Christmas holidays even if I sometimes wonder whether I married Ebenezer Scrooge reincarnate.