I'm still dillated to "one," still 75% effaced. Baby seems to be fine.
I've been having horrible rib pain on one side...or rather, horrible pain on one side that I thought was a damaged rib, what with the human being stretching out within my person. I told my doctor today as I was brought to tears last night due to the pain (and for me to be brought to tears, you gotta know it hurt). He is concerned that what I thought was a bruised or perhaps broken rib is rather a symptom of my liver acting poorly. Also, my skin is a bit yellowish as of late, so I guess this was concerning as well. I had some bloodwork done today to determine what's up with my liver, I should get results by tomorrow I assume.
In other news, on top of the IV and the injections of anti-nausea meds, I'm eating 10-12 Tums/day. I guess this is bad. My doctor was horrified to learn how many tums I've been eating. I didn't know one could eat too many Tums, but aparently, I have been, and was given strict instructions to avoid the Tums. So I'm left to sit and choke on well, you know.
And to add further insult to injury, we stopped at Nordstrom today on the way home so I could get a nursing bra; we were unsuccessful. For those of you who don't know me, I am endowed at a level that most can only imagine. Especially since the pregnancy, the girls have taken on a whole new personality, and the size I am currently (pre-lactation) is found in the middle of the alphabet. As such, there are only about three stores in the world who sell bras in my size, Nordies is one, and happens to be the closest. I am sad to report however, even Nordies doesn't carry my size in stock, they had to special-order it. I have a small torso, but canons out in front, which makes finding a size to accomidate the girls very tough. You know it's bad when the very nice lady who is specially trained to fit bras at Nordstrom looks at you in the dressing room, exhales slowly, and then says "I'm so sorry," before she even begins the fitting. The sheer volume of the girls overwhlemed her. Imagine carrying them around all day. I blame my grandmother mostly...although I suppose it's not really her fault any more than it is mine. Either way, the thought of what is to come once I begin nursing is enough to make me a little crazy. I fear I may not be able to leave the house...I may frighten others.
Finally, I took the "Dove challenge" and switched to their anti-persperant. After two weeks of dilligence, I am sad to report that I am not a fan. Perhaps one is not suppossed to switch in the 9th month of pregnancy, but I'm gonna have to go back to old faithful, Degree. Sure, I may have white marks on my shirts, but at least I won't need to reapply three times a day. Perchance I've shared too much? Oh well, 'tis the truth about life, and I'm not afraid to talk about the real stuff.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
4 comments:
I, too, have had my share of breast and sweat challenges of late. (Check my blog for all the details...) I recommend the Degree ultra-clear. It doesn't leave white marks, but it does leave yellow stains, so just remember to shout out the armpits of your white shirts before washing! Good luck!
All the real-deal info about what you're going through is, well, not fun, especially for you, but I appreciate that you are telling it like it is! Ask Holly about going us bra shopping early in her twins' pregnancy. I was stunned! (Can I have half of your girls? Maybe just a third?)
The same stuff that makes deod. leave marks keeps you from sweating like a pig. I use Dove because I fell for that "armpits to underarms" thing and I *am* all nice and smooth now - but am thinking of switching for the summer. Ew.
Make that, "us going bra shopping." I shouldn't try for coherency after 11 pm.
I know it's nothing compared to what you're experiencing, but when Wendy and I went to the store where they sell bras for pregnant/nursing women, the very nice lady measured me and asked me what cup size I was currently wearing. (It was a B.) She then told me, very nicely, that I needed to begin wearing a D cup. No wonder a simple grazing while writing on the white board at school nearly reduced me to tears!
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