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![]() | Age: 28 Country: US Province/region: Georgia City: Atlanta Partner: Hubby -Brad Children: Pregnant: Yes Due date: 30 Aug ,2008 Occupation: educator |
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| 01-5-2008 - Rollercoaster ride! | My mood while writing this blog:Ok |
Wow! I can't believe this is happening. I am going to be a mom. This has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs from the very beginning. This was not planned and I was totally shocked when we found out I was having a little one. But I immediately felt so much love for the baby growing inside.
The very next week I was sick! My fiance' tried to comfort me and give me all I needed. But there wasn't a cracker or soda in the world that could help. We needed meds and quick! My first OB appt. was a few days away when I got sick! Yep i was so sick. So on top of morning sickness I had a fever, stuffy nose, and a cough. Let's not forget the vomiting. It was so bad that I couldn't drive. My Fiance' drove me to the doc. So I went to the doctor eagerly announcing my pregnancy before starting even the preliminary questions about my symptoms.I was told I had an upper respiratory infection. I went back to work a few days later feeling better.
Now it was time for my OB appt. which was 2 days later. I was so nervous! I didn't know what to expect. My fiance' has a son so it's not too foreign to him but this is my first time. We had to watch a movie and then do all the tests. I asked my 2 thousand questions and left with our bottle of prenatals and B-6 vitamins for the nausea and vomitting. B-6? Yeah right. That crap did not work. I was beginning to see that this was not going to be an easy ride for me. Little did I know, it would be the roughest, happiest ride of all.
It was finally official, I was pregnant and it was time to tell my family. Brad had already told a few ppl. I had only told Malika. Since she was due to have her baby girl any day I figured she'd be a good person to confide in. Strangely enough she'd had a dream a week or so before that one of her friends was pregnant. Ok, telling my family.....how was I supposed to do that?
I decided to get a Valentine's card for my Mom, 2 actually. One from me and one Grandmother one from the baby. I stuck the 1st ultrasound picture in the one from baby, signed it "Love Baby Fleming- Can't wait to meet you 8/30/08". I was so excited to give it to her. I didn't know how she would react but I gave them to her and hoped for the best. She read the one from me and said it was sweet. Then I gave her the 2nd card. She seemed to be confused at first but when she opened it and saw the ultrasound picture tears just welled up in her eyes. She was shocked and happy and excited. Then we talked about it for the rest of the day. I spread the news to the rest of the family. Then My dad came home and I told him, too. I was glad to finally share my wonderful news.
The following week was ok. I was still feeling queasy at times but I was making it. Valentine's day came and we had our class party. That was so tiring plus I was feeling a little sick with a sore throat and slight cough but I thought it would be ok. By the time I got home I felt feverish and so weak. It happened in a matter of minutes. I called the doc office and they told me to go to the after hours facilty. I called my mom and drove to her house. She drove to the doc from there. All the while I was getting more sick. The cough got worse, the fever. My chest burned like something I've never felt everytime I coughed. I was in tears from the pain. I was feeling queasy too. I could barely stand up to check in to see the doc. They called me back quickly to be seen. Doc's Diagnosis: A flu-like illness. Besides recommending regular strength tylenol and plenty of fluids and rest they could give me nothing for it except an excuse from work. What a Valentine's Day?
Well, I did manage to recover despite the loss of much sleep and many meals. The next few months is a blur of pretty much peering into many toilets hoping that this is the last time. On my grand tour of toilets I had thought to myself many times, "What is happening to me? Am I going to make it through all of this?" I had to reassure myself of the precious little one that awaited me at the end of this crazy journey and of the many women who would give anything to be expecting.
To be continued.....
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