Monday, February 25, 2008

You're pushin' it, boy

Alrighty. I'm not full of bloggy goodness, but here we go.

And my new tube of chapstick is broken. Damn it.

After a week of feeling sharp, unbearable pain in my stomach (and vomiting the 12 hour old contents of my stomach up Thursday Afternoon), I went into the doctor on Friday morning. I had no idea what was going on. Still don't. But apparently nothing is wrong. Which is good.

The doctor did an ultrasound, which I half way expected, but my big ultrasound wasn't supposed to be until this Wednesday. You know, the big one. The one where you find out the gender and all that jazz. I had a sitter set up for Adrien and Andi was going to be joining me. You know how worked up you get to find out whether it's a boy or girl. Especially when you really want one over the other. I had envisioned this Wednesday going just so. And of course, it was going to be a girl...even though in the back of my mind I just knew it was a boy. I mean, it was going to be a boy. After all, Adrien was, in my head, a girl too. I've always wanted a little girl. So I'd told myself it was a boy -- but that doesn't mean I was prepared. There was that little part that had just known it was a girl. Andi had been referring to the baby as "she"...wishful thinking. Haphazardly, right after he'd measured my cervix, my doctor says Looks like a little boy...a split second before he moved over and said And this is the back of the brain...

The doctor delivered the news with such ease. And then just as easily moved on as if it were no big deal. I guess to him it's not. He does this how many times a day? But there I was, in for random excruciating pain getting an ultrasound and he delivers the words I'd known I was going to hear all along but hadn't prepared myself much for. Looks like a little boy. Moving on. I wanted to ask how sure he was. I wanted a double take. But Adrien was strapped into his stroller screaming and I was still worried something drastic was causing my pain. I didn't have time to react. I don't even think I uttered an okay when he told me. I just let the information pass into one ear, through my brain, and out the other. I cried a lot on Friday. Not that I don't want my baby. I do -- more than anything...but I had my heart set on a girl.

I cried leaving the office. Not only had I found out in a less than grandiose fashion that I was not getting the gender I'd so hoped for, but I didn't have an answer to my pain dilemma. Or why I'd thrown up. The only answer I'd gotten was "I'm sorry, but you'll have to talk it easier..." That's all.

So I did. Andi let me stay off my feet for most of the weekend and my pain has subsided. I think I've come to learn -- through my own research and talking to a friend -- that I'm experiencing round ligament pain. But why the heck am I throwing up? It only happens occasionally and this is not pregnancy vomit. I'm long over the nausea of morning sickness. Instead, my food seems to not be digesting half the time. Andi and a friend arranged for sitters Saturday so they could surprise me and our friend's wife with a double date. It was nice. We went to Pappadeaux, and I'd been feeling a little green all day anyway. My stomach was feeling stuffed beyond capacity long before I even took a bite of food. I passed over the free bread and butter offered before the meal -- which I just never do. I only ate a few pieces of the calamari that was ordered as an appetizer. I'd been craving soft shell crab for what seems like an eternity and this place actually serves it. So I'd ordered up two of them...with asparagus. I ate the majority of one crab and a bite of the asparagus. The asparagus was entirely too crispy and had zero flavor. It was all stalk, no taste. I took the other crab home, and on the way we stopped at a Jamba Juice where I had a mango smoothie.

At 2am early Sunday morning I woke up with the worse case of heart burn and indigestion I think I've ever had. I knew what was coming, and it went straight into the toilet. My $20 meal was expelled from my body and flushed away into the sewage. Do you know how upset that makes me? I'd wanted that stinking crab for so stinkin' long and then I didn't even get to digest it!

Today my food seems to be going down better. Not too much heart burn, and so far my stomach doesn't feel like it's at complete capacity. The upper part of my stomach feels like it's packed full and could explode at any second. Has anyone ever heard of a baby pinching off the esophagus or stomach causing food not to digest? That's the only explanation I can come up with.

My doctor said, quote: "I see no cause for the pain you're feeling. Come back in a week and a half and we'll make sure everything's still going okay."

Alright.

4 comments:

Rantings by a Middle Aged Drama Queen said...

wellllllll the playgroup did say they needed more boys.....now it will be full of them! LOL Sorry, of all people I know how you feel! Rememer I had to hear those hurtful words 5 times! LMFAO

Mimi aka pz5wjj said...

Oh B, that sucks! The pain part.

And as the mother of 2 boys, I can assure you I know how you feel right about now.

When I was told "Sam" was a boy I didn't believe it. That was at 20 weeks. At 28 weeks I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and had to have ultra sounds every 2 weeks -- the super hi-def kind.

I made them check EVERY TIME to make sure he was "still a boy" -- they laughed, but he was and still is a boy!

Hope you feel better!

Farrah said...

Sorry you've been so sick. :(
I am 15weeks and also really hoping for a girl to join my 2yr. old boy and "round out" our family. But in trying to prepare myself, I have talked to many moms who have said their 2 boys are such great friends and made amazing playmates for each other growing up. I am preparing myself to be the mother of boys and I think it could be a lot of fun. I feel your disappointment, and you are right to let yourself feel that too. But your boys will be so close and how fun for them to grow up together. Congratulations. I hope the puking stops.
Blessings!

Missy said...

I hope the puking stops too!

And the extra pain.

I think the others are right, the two boys will be best buds and they can play boy stuff together.

I do not have children, but I have a sister who is 22mos younger than me. We always had each other and our shared interests (still do today). Having a younger brother would have been a whole different life. My older brother and I are not nearly as close as my sister and I.