I mean, is it any surprise that my child is already making things super dramatic?! .... Yea, I didn't think so. Boy or girl, this kid is gonna have some of its mommy in it, and well, that's just unfortunate on some levels. ;)
Today was my "report back to the doctors to see if I have figured out a way to gain weight yet" day. And, I am proud to report, that even though I forced fed myself all week through tears (due to nausea, not a mental inability to eat), I gained a little weight!! Yay!! About a pound (give or take), but gained nonetheless and that makes doctors happy! (And overly stressed out mommies too!) But, being the drama queen that I am so often referred to as, I could not just go to the doctor and spend 20 minutes there (a record today, might I add, I was in the office, seen, and out in 20 minutes!! *as compared to the 2+ hours it usually takes*). Nope. I had a tiny, miniscule accident along the way, thus complicating the matters.
Let's set the scene, shall we? Chicago. End of February. Sunday night. Sleeting rain/wind/cold/snow? Perhaps. I stayed in. Monday morning. Ice. A blanket of it. Over the sidewalks, the grass, the streets, the cars. Ugh. My mom and my husband both left me notes/texts reminding me "its icy, please be careful today!" So I was ready. Scott has taken to salting a path for me from our front door to my car (isn't he a keeper?), but his efforts become wasted because in his 4:30am leaving for work stupor, it doesn't cross his mind that our dog needs to be walked a tad further than my salt path expands. *No fault to my love, he's always thinking of me--thanks magoo!* I turned right, saw the expanse of ice, and said "No Maize, lets go the other way, that looks safer." Wrong. Dog pulls, I slip, Bump! Down. I managed to bang up the left side of my arse and my right knee (how I hit them both, I cannot figure out) but got up, a little freaked out, but okay. Didn't hit that hard, didn't go flying, didn't have the wind knocked out of me. Called my mom and Scott who both assured me "you didn't fall on your tummy, as long as you feel ok, you should be fine" Banged up knee aside, I felt okay. But luckily for me, I was headed to the doctor anyways ....
Normal convo at my dr appts is
nurse: "how are you feeling today"
me: "nausea, constipated, achy, a little crampy, probably gas, but ya know kicking"
and today i added "oh and i fell on the ice this morning, but I haven't felt weird just concerned about it"
The nurse left and ever so quickly (record timing i swear!) my doctor came in. She told me "yay you gained weight keep doing what you're doing BUT this whole fall thing is kinda a problem" I was like yea ok check the baby's heartbeat, make sure everythings alright for my piece of mine (which she did, heartbeat is strong :)) Then she explained the kicker. I am a negative blood type. Most people are positive. Until trooper is born, they have to assume he/she is positive. If, during my fall, the baby's red blood cells entered my blood stream, then my red blood cells would be like "ah no you are an enemy" and start creating antibodies to kill the baby's blood cells, thus my body would turn on the baby and start attacking it! Now I mean for someone with an overdramatic imagination, I could have gone without knowing this.
So I spent another couple of hours down the street in the hospital (I think I'll start referring to Northwestern as my home away from home) while they checked the baby again (heartbeat still strong), took more urine from me (seriously how many times can a girl pee in a cup in a hour), and took a lot of blood (ahh! needles still hurt me). Eventually, they let me leave, and have since notified me that there was no sign of fetal blood in my blood. Good news! Yay! However, I did find out today that because of my negative blood I will be receiving injections of <somethingicantremember> later in my pregnancy, at delivery, and during further pregnancies so that at no time my body will start building up antibodies to destroy fetuses! Scary!
Quite the eventful day for one that could have an included a ten minute check in ...
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