One Thousand and One Apologies

I know, I know—I should have updated. All I can say in my defense was that last Sunday we had to hustle right out to my parents house after the ultrasound, and I’ve decided there will be no more blog checking from their home, so that meant no posting either. And the week took off, and as I’ve explained to some of you, I think I felt a little post-bedrest blues. It was just scary to think I could get up and walk around and vacuum and make dinner and shop and do laundry and all that kind of shit. So I didn’t do much of it last week either. Nor did I post for you. And I’m so behind on the blog reading, it is almost overwhelming. Add to that that Partner has “updated” the computer and now the Internet regularly crashes on me.

The upshot: Cricket is fine. The tear is (was) 90% healed. The placenta and uterus are totally reattached. (We also Cricket moving-- really-- like bouncing around in there! Holy shit!) Cricket likes to announce me to several times a day that all is well by causing me to vomit. While retching is never that much fun, I’m really not that bothered by it. I like signs. Signs are good. The only time it was really not good was after I had eaten a red velvet cupcake. Not looking is the best thing one can do in situations like that.

I went to water aerobics on Wednesday morning. I was terrified. First of all, I did not clear it with the RE because don’t forget, he’s the one that has already told me not to swim. I figured he would say no way to the water aerobics, especially after the tear. But I’m feeling some serious need to move, and everything I’ve read indicates that doing things like water aerobics are really good, so off we went to the YMCA.

I think I mostly floated about in the water, but I was directed quite often by a class member, who has “been doing this for fifteen years” how to do the exercises correct. She probably thinks I am really lazy, but I wanted to yell, “I still might be having a high risk pregnancy so leave me alone!” Instead I just smiled and did it her way until she looked away. I also thought of the irony that I used to be state ranked swimmer, yet here I was bobbing about in the water with the biddies.

Cricket is 11 weeks tomorrow. And then Wednesday we start weaning the progesterone and estrogen. Lovenox until the RE returns from vacation. I’m freaked about the weaning. I don’t want to stop the shots. Who knew I’d ever feel so attached to IM shots in the ass? What if the Cricket and placenta are not up to the job? It doesn’t bear thinking about, but the fear is there. I suppose like everything else so far, it just is what it is.

That’s a small update, but I promise I won’t ever leave like that again with no explanation. All emails, calls, blog comments, thoughts have been so much appreciated. I constantly wonder how I would get through any of this without all of you.