Guess what!?

Chicken butt.

Jeremy always says that when I say, “Guess what?” It drives me bonkers. So I went ahead and said it to get it out of the way…

Anyways. Guess what? I went to the doctor today. He took me off of bedrest! Yahoooo! I’m not 100% sure that he did it because he thought 100% that the hematoma is 100% healed. But I think he thinks it’s small enough now, and 1 month is long enough, to at least get it to a place where it isn’t a threat to the pregnancy. It may still be there, but it’s not likely to cause a loss. So that’s a relief! A relief because my poor husband reached his boiling point. We all have those, ya know. It took a month to push him to the edge, he was a champ, but it was time. No one likes parenting alone. And I can tell you, I’d rather spend a month in a Torture Camp than to be the single parent of little Noah Nooskers for one month. OMG. The child REQUIRES two parents.

I have been cramping today. I jumped right off the mattress and started back to life. I mean, the doc didn’t mention gradually getting back into it and there’s nothing gradual about motherhood.

The only thing that bothered me about the doctor appointment today was some of the dialogue I had with the doctor who is a non-sugar-coating-kind-of-guy. I was telling him how I joined this discussion board for women with hematomas. I told him how all the women are mostly upset that they are always in this constant state of limbo with the prengancy. They want to celebrate the pregnancy and be excited, but they are afraid to get their hopes up.

He said,

“Well, Steph. With you we’re not going to celebrate anything. We’re going to wait until the baby is born healthy in September before we celebrate a thing. How about if you just celebrate each day?”

Huh? Wha? Well aren’t we just the voice of doom and gloom? That’s just great mental medicine, Doctor. Thanks a whole fucking bunch!

Anyhow, the baby agrees whole heartedly that the doctor is 100% Polyester Punk. When the doctor finally shut up and I laid down to do the doppler dance with him, he pushed the doppler wand so hard against my belly trying to find the heartbeat. Well, the baby didn’t like the poking one bit. Normally I can’t feel the baby’s movements yet. But when Doc got to the baby, she/he kicked the doppler so hard it made a big noise. I felt it strongly! Wow! I’ve got a spunky one in there, I can already tell. And there’s no doubt in my mind that with attitude like that, she/he is determined not to do anything less than join our family in September. I don’t need a doctor to tell me what’s meant to be.

That’s my story! So I guess I’m still going to be keeping it easy when the family is away at school/work because I do think I need the rest and continued healing. But perhaps now that I can actually leave my bed, I might start photo blogging a bit. That might make the blog more interesting for you. Or just as boring but boring with pictures.

Until next time…

Posted by: stepherz | 03-24-2009 | 04:03 AM
Posted in: A Broken Womb | Baby Number 4 | Just Me | Wife