Friday, September 01, 2006

Week 9 Update

This week was something of a turning point. I am now getting some breaks from the nausea and vomiting. At times, I still feel like stabbing myself in the eye with a sharp stick (while vomiting up Tater Tots, for example), but, at other times, I feel almost human again. Complete with laughter.

I had been really scared, because I've lost a few pounds with all the vomiting and not being able to eat, but we learned this week that the kids are both a good size for their gestational age. A kindly nurse even pointed out to me where one of them was moving on the sonogram, doing a little dance. I really needed to see that. Until that moment, the pregnancy had honestly seemed like a very abstract and sick-making endeavor. It hadn't yet sunk in that by enduring all of this shit, I will wind up with babies. Cute, cuddly, moving little babies.

I am finally rid of the micromanagement of the fear-mongering specialist I wrote about in yesterday's post. Apparently, my body is past the point at which it might spontaneously combust and suck entire neighborhoods full of daisies and schoolbuses and puppies into the black void of its explosion. That, or else there's a whole fresh crop of cooter waiting to be prodded, and I'm old news. Either way, I'm thrilled.

My days of the hateful progesterone suppositories are numbered, too--I will soon have non-oily underwear again! While I have to keep doing the stomach injections, I honestly don't mind them nearly as much as I used to. Ty and I have gotten them down to a science, and they hardly even hurt anymore, let alone bruise.

Speaking of Ty, this pregnancy is really cementing how much I love him. He expresses sympathy, not disgust, when I emerge from the Retching Chamber. He doesn't skeeve my less-than-glamorous appearance. He fixes me elaborate meals according to my strange pregnancy whims, and then whisks them away and brings Jell-O when I find that I'm unable to eat them, after all. He segues into the conversation like a champ when he arrives home from work to find multiple generations of my family folding his socks or sitting around the kitchen table. I never, ever expected to marry this amazing a man. Not even in my wildest dreams. In fact, he's a constant smiling, calming presence; a reminder that, in spite of everything, this is a really happy time.

He's right.

11 Comments:

Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

Wow, and you're reproducing his fabulous DNA!

I'm glad the symptoms and fears and anxiety are easing, and that the Bella Tortellinis are dancing for you on the ultrasound.

11:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

But the sister-in-law is a control FREAK!

1:37 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

Aw, give TY a hug for us too. I'm glad you're starting to feel better. And the baby dancing around... PRECIOUS. I'm getting excited for you!

4:36 PM  
Anonymous wordgirl said...

It is a happy time. And you'll remember this in years to come with increasing fondness. I'm getting misty just thinking about it.

6:33 PM  
Blogger mamalujo1 said...

Good for you and good for Ty. Glad to hear this.

8:26 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

I love it that he reads this and you still talk about your oily undies. I think that's why I like you. And him, by proxy.

11:38 PM  
Blogger Brooke said...

My hubs had to bring me a bucket to puke in while I was in the shower, then take it away. And it was DISGUSTING. I mean GALLONS of the stuff came out.

You know how they say we're supposed to get jewelry for surviving labor? Maybe we should give them power tools or something for surviving the pregnancy!

Thank goodness for wonderful husbands!

So happy for ALL of you!

2:45 AM  
Anonymous mamatulip said...

I've always felt that different experiences show the many different sides of people in our lives, and when I was pregnant the first time I saw a side of Dave I'd never seen before. It was beautiful. I felt so honoured to be making such an amazing and important life change with the man I truly love.

And I'm so happy that you and Ty are experiencing this together. It's just unbelievable, isn't it?

9:39 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

I'm so glad you're starting to feel a bit better and Ty has been such a prince.

1:27 PM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

So glad to hear you are doing well. Okay, throwing up your guts doesn't usually mean that but in this case, yes!

I threw up so much I became really, really good at it with my pregnancies.

Take care!

6:03 AM  
Blogger Tits McGee said...

HOORAY!

12:47 AM  

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