Feeling better. I'm planning on working tomorrow. But it's been a nasty few days. Just a few more things for me to worry about, as if I can't do that all by myself over nothing. I continue to prove the rule that you can't be your own nurse.
Forgive me, boys and non-maternity type folks, for overloading you with euphemisms. Because one doesn't like to be surprised by stories involving the initials, "vaginal discharge."
So after having said initials for two days, worrying for two days, trying not to think about it for two days, bringing it up with my husband at every conversation for two days, my girlfriend Lena took pity on my tears and said, "Just call them." Them, being my midwives.
Part of me still felt incredibly foolish. I knew what the response would be. Cramps and pain? No. Bright red blood all the time? No. But it feels so good to hear it from somebody else who is paid to answer these questions. I called the answering service, and Sylvia Wood (an old PLU nursing prof of mine) called back promptly. I made sure to remind her of my profession (sometimes it's tough to place hospital people out of context.) And she said all the lovely reassurances I wanted to hear. The way Sylvia described it, some cervixes are extremely touchy. All these cells and capillaries that were on the inside get pushed to the outside with pregnancy. Usually it's sex or an exam that get them stirred up. But occasionally, irritation can come from intestinal upset. Like I've had for the past 48 hours. Chances are, it's fine blah blah blah. If things change, call back blah blah blah. I wouldn't worry based on your description blah blah blah.
Lena was right. It worked. I feel better.
But I'm wondering....
When will I get to enjoy being pregnant? Will I ever stop being so afraid?
1 comment:
Yes you will, until then relax and enjoy the fact that you still fit into skinny jeans... Trust me (or Alicia) there will be day when you rejoice about squeezing into a pair of pants two sizes bigger than your normal size. :)
Love you!
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