This was a rough week. Bare with me.
It was a marathon week of doctor visits and sickness and feeling so over being pregnant. I don’t understand women that rave about how wonderful they feel while pregnant and how it is the most magical experience.
Yes, I feel truly blessed (and I never use that word) to be pregnant and to bond with my baby boy these 40 weeks and I mean no offense to those who are wishing with all their heart to be pregnant or expeirecning infertiltiy (believe me, I’ve been there) but this is my story and this week it was hard.
I saw doctors three times this week.
Monday I ended up in the ER for a few hours after another low fetal movement scare (everything is okay).
Wednesday I saw my high risk doctor for my weekly check up. This was the first time seeing the actual doctor and I loved him! He was personable, sweet, and I felt like he actually listened to me. He made me feel 95% better about everything and I wish I could see him exclusively instead of also seeing my regular OBGYN.
Wednesday night I suffered from terrible acid reflux for 6 hours. I have a history of chronic GERD. I always watch what I eat and medicate but about 4-5 times a year I get this awful reflux that results in vomiting and pain that brings me to my hands and knees. On Wednesday the pain woke me up at 1 am and I suffered with vomiting and severe pain, sweating, dizziness, and blurry vision until 6 am. I continued to have “normal” heartburn pain, but I can deal with that. The above is far from the normal sharp shooting heartburn pain. I got 1.5 hours of sleep before dragging myself into work. I called the doctor to see if I should be worried about the baby and they told me to come in.
On Thursday, after explaining my symptoms, my doctor asked “did you try putting your feet up and taking some Tums?” I was enraged. Tums?! Of course I try tums, and nexium, and zantac, and pepcid, and drinking water with baking soda in it (so gross). Nothing works. Did she not listen to anything I said?
Here is where I cried at my doctor’s office. I couldn’t keep it in. The tears just rolled out. And she just stared at me. I was emotional, still in pain, and never wanted to live through a night like that again. I just wanted some help or at least some sympathy. I cried more on the drive home and the rest of the day and thought about changing doctors.
I continued to have constant “normal” heartburn for the next two days and doubled up my medication. Since then I’ve been okay. But for a while I thought it was never going to end.
How far along: 28 weeks (and six days, I’m kinda behind on these updates)
Due Date: September 15
Baby Size: At my last ultrasound I got a growth check. Baby boy is big! As of last Wednesday he was measuring at 2 pounds 15 ounces! He’s going through a major growth spurt right now while many of his organs like his lungs and brain become more developed.
Weight gain: I was sick for about three days straight this week and therefore lost 3 pounds. So I’m down to 19 pounds gained. Which is kind of a relief since my doctor told me I gained too much…
Movement: I’m doing my nightly kick counts and he’s doing okay. My high risk doctor has informed me that his movement looks great and it’s just my perception of him moving that is causing the concern. Big relief!
Best moment of the week: I worked hard this weekend on washing and putting away all his sweet baby clothes and have also but the bedding on his crib. The nursery is slowly coming together. Here is a sneak peek:
Mood: SO emotional. Almost every day this week I would find myself in tears at some point. Somedays I have no idea what I’m even crying about. Other days I’m just so over all of the pregnancy stuff and feeling sick for three days straight. I was also so tired from getting only a couple of hours sleep a night that I was not in the right state of mind. Crying at my doctor’s appointment was my low point.