Good gravy. Minicorn just won’t give me a gotdamn break over here. So last Thursday and Friday the all-day nausea eased up a bit. I still feel randomly nauseated, but nothing like the all-day hell it has been. My recent re-discoveries of grilled cheese sandwiches and Froot Loops are welcome additions to my limited repertoire of food. I also got my oatmeal life together and that has been a life-saving breakfast (I usually only eat it during cold weather). Oats, dried apple slices, pureed strawberries, and almond milk. Yum.
I’M CONSTIPATED. You wanted to know that, right? K. I keep forgetting to work some flaxseed into my smoothies or oatmeal because I know that would help.
I can’t eat big meals. Very bird-like eating right now. Minicorn is still getting its nutrients though.
So yesterday I went for my first appointment with the OB. Minicorn measured fine, heartbeat was wonderful, everything looked good.
EXCEPT they found a cyst on its umbilical cord right where it enters the baby. Fuck. So now I have to see a Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist….or the high-risk doctor if you want to sound more dramatic which I am right now so deal. My high-risk appointment is the 16th.
3 friends have banned me from Google but I gathered a little bit of info before I was banned. If it’s found in the 1st trimester it usually resolves on it’s own (poorer possible prognosis if it’s found in the 2nd trimester). But, it could get too big and cut off the baby’s oxygen supply.
I was prepared for excellent news or horrible news. I don’t quite know what to do with in-between news. Desiree said “Don’t borrow trouble” so I’m going to try to relax. Ha.
I had my first throwing-up episode this morning (yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay) so I didn’t take any belly pictures that certain so-called friends have been bullying me about.
Oh, after this last appointment Crabby and I are now on Team Girl. The heart rate last time was 120, this time it was 179! That’s girl range! And Crabby said something vague like the shape made him think girl….I don’t know. We were both amazed at how much it grew in 2 weeks. 2 weeks ago it was a tiny fruit bat hanging upside down in the sac. Yesterday it looked like a gotdamn baby otter taking up the whole sac! Amazing. Oh, that’s another plus in seeing the high-risk doctor is I get to see minicorn more via ultrasound. Otherwise we wouldn’t have seen it again until 20 weeks. Boo. Yay. Blah.