I went to bed last night feeling nauseous and woke up this morning bleeding - WTF?!
I *was* going to go to the docs this morning as I would've been 12 days late today, but when I got up at 7am to get ready and went for a wee there was a little brown blood when I wiped. I went back to bed as I thought there's no point going to the doctors now. I had cramping all day yesterday with no bleeding, so at first I wasn't too worried.
When I got up some hours later (I've been sooo tired lately) I expected to see a pad smothered in blood, but there was nothing, but throughout this afternoon the blood has got redder and heavier. Some light bleeding can be expected in early pregnancy, but not this much, surely? So I think that's that. I've got a lot of cramping, more on the side where I have no tube for some stupid reason, but I guess everything is still inflamed from the op.
I have no plans to go to the hospital to find out if I'm having a miscarriage (unless the pain worsens). I think it's best if I never know one way or the other whether I was just late, or have lost a bean, but you all know my suspicions.
I'm sad, fucked off and miserable and I'd bloody well better bleed for a full 5 days so I can put this behind me without any more worry.
Yes, we can try again and yes I can enjoy a cheeky Pimms or two now, but it doesn't stop me being incredibly fucked off. I'll bounce back - what other choice do I have?!
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
How the f*ck am I going to cope in heavy pregnancy?
I can't sleep.
Every time I lay down I can feel snot rising up my throat choking me. My throat is so sore (quite possibly from clearing it every 10 seconds) that it feels like I've gargled with razor blades. My tits feel like monkeys have been using them as a play park for the last week. They are so sore. I'm going to have to start wearing a bra in bed as every time I turn over I feel like sandpaper is being rubbed over my nipples. You could fry eggs on my tits, they're that hot, and my nipples would sizzle if I licked my fingers, I swear!! :) It's all part of the rich tapestry of pregnancy :D
I've been laying in bed trying (and failing) to get comfortable for 2 hours and have given up. There's only so much staring at the ceiling I can do. It's not like I can read in bed with James next to me. I can't even have the hall light on to navigate my way to the bedroom when I go to bed. His eyes are so sensitive to light we can't even use a night light to light the hall, even that piddly amount of light will wake him up. So if I'm really restless, there's no point staying in bed slowly going insane with boredom.
I have to wonder how the hell I'm going to cope with later pregnancy when I'm the size of a house and my tits are like the Hindenburgh in duplicate. I can only hope our new bed is more comfortable than the mattress on the floor we've been sleeping on for the last 8 months. Our old bed was SO uncomfortable (and bent up in the process of moving) that James could never face putting the bloody thing together again.
Our new bed comes on Friday and I hope (pray) it's comfortable.
I'm sipping a honey and lemon drink and hoping I feel better soon. If I don't feel sleepy soon I may have to bash myself over the head with the nearest heavy thing, which appears to be a box of Quality Street. What a way to go - death by chocolate!
At least my sense of humour is still functioning - it may be the only bit that is :)
Every time I lay down I can feel snot rising up my throat choking me. My throat is so sore (quite possibly from clearing it every 10 seconds) that it feels like I've gargled with razor blades. My tits feel like monkeys have been using them as a play park for the last week. They are so sore. I'm going to have to start wearing a bra in bed as every time I turn over I feel like sandpaper is being rubbed over my nipples. You could fry eggs on my tits, they're that hot, and my nipples would sizzle if I licked my fingers, I swear!! :) It's all part of the rich tapestry of pregnancy :D
I've been laying in bed trying (and failing) to get comfortable for 2 hours and have given up. There's only so much staring at the ceiling I can do. It's not like I can read in bed with James next to me. I can't even have the hall light on to navigate my way to the bedroom when I go to bed. His eyes are so sensitive to light we can't even use a night light to light the hall, even that piddly amount of light will wake him up. So if I'm really restless, there's no point staying in bed slowly going insane with boredom.
I have to wonder how the hell I'm going to cope with later pregnancy when I'm the size of a house and my tits are like the Hindenburgh in duplicate. I can only hope our new bed is more comfortable than the mattress on the floor we've been sleeping on for the last 8 months. Our old bed was SO uncomfortable (and bent up in the process of moving) that James could never face putting the bloody thing together again.
Our new bed comes on Friday and I hope (pray) it's comfortable.
I'm sipping a honey and lemon drink and hoping I feel better soon. If I don't feel sleepy soon I may have to bash myself over the head with the nearest heavy thing, which appears to be a box of Quality Street. What a way to go - death by chocolate!
At least my sense of humour is still functioning - it may be the only bit that is :)
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