Yesterday was the official nine week mark and a few things have changed since my last post. First of all, a lot more people know about our little bean!
Last Friday, I had lunch during our dyslexia conference with another teacher. Given the private and secluded nature of our lunch spot, we ended up discussing my health and my hematoma. This teacher can be very blunt and she ended up asking me, point blank, whether or not I was pregnant. I really didn't know how to respond other than telling the truth. She promised not to tell anyone else at work, so right now she and my boss are the only ones who know.
On Saturday, C and I invited some relatives over to watch the Rumble debate between Jon Stewart and Bill O'Reilly. We ordered the pay-per-view livestream of the event and hooked up the laptop to the TV. Before the Rumble, however, C and I made a PowerPoint, under much urging from my mom, to finally reveal the news to those relatives. We wrote a little poem expressing how excited we are about my cousin's upcoming wedding, then the last slide said, "Is there room for one more?" As my aunts and cousin pieced it together, there were literally tears in their eyes. It felt really good for my closest family to finally know.
I have been taking it easy at work, but I also have gained some confidence about what I can and cannot do. I haven't had any bleeding, spotting or pain, so I have been doing a little bit more walking around the room and standing.
The nausea was really under control earlier this week, perhaps because I started taking my PNVs at bedtime. I didn't think they were making me nauseous, but apparently they were somewhat. In the past few days, I have had a few waves of nausea, but nothing I couldn't deal with.
Today is yet another weekly monitoring appointment and it is at the Melrose Park office again. Luckily, this one is at 7pm and C did not work today, so he can take me. Last week, I went back to the Jersey office and saw the nurse I like much better. Even though the hematoma was the same size, she was much kinder, more reassuring and less doom-and-gloom than the MP nurse.
Regardless, I am really hoping that the hematoma has either gotten smaller or is the same. The more I research SCHs, the more common it seems and the less risky. I hate to get overconfident, but I really can deal with a little more of this bed rest/taking it easy thing. I just need for that hematoma to not get any bigger! Fingers crossed!
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