Just To Clear Things Up

We are officially up and running! You'll never know just how thrilled I am to have this outlet made available once again. Even if no one ever came by to read my posts, I'd still be able to send this all out into the world. That is supremely satisfying for some reason. Not to mention the fact that I am thrilled to be able to catch up on all my blogging buddies lives again!

Just to clear things up I guess I should explain all the "(s)" in my Thanksgiving post. At my doctor's appointment New Doc told me my uterus was measuring 8 to 9 weeks. I was 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant at the time. Not really a big difference and New Doc wrote it off to my dates being off. We joked about the possibility of twins, but New Doc didn't seem too concerned. He said he wouldn't order an ultrasound until I was 16 weeks along.

After we left the office, Husband said he didn't like New Doc. Husband wasn't happy with the idea of waiting 2 months to find out if we were having twins. I wasn't really concerned about the possibility until we discussed it more. The fact of the matter is, my dates are not off. There isn't really a way to put this delicately, so if this is TMI, I apologize. I mark the days of my period on the calendar just to be sure in case of pregnancy. I also know (with in 3 days) when I ovulated that month. I knew for a fact that I was 7 weeks and 3 days along. No miscalculations possible.

That's when Husband and I started thinking back to my previous pregnancies. In the past I have always measured smaller than I should. For example: My first appointment when we were expecting B.B., Old Doc said I measured 8 to 10 weeks along. Because I hadn't started menstruating again after #1 Son's birth, we had no dates to go by. The ultrasound 2 days later said I was 12 weeks along. That's quite a difference. That's why we're concerned about the possibility of twins.

Due to this, the fact that I'll have to have another C-Section (it turns out VBAC's are seriously discouraged), and felling a little brushed off by New Doc, Husband and I decided the trip to see Old Doc is well worth the time. It's not as daunting having to drive an hour and a half to have a scheduled C-Section as driving that far in full blown labor...or false labor and wasting the trip. I have an appointment to see Old Doc on Thursday. I called and updated his secretary with all our info last week. He'll take us much more seriously. This is my 4th pregnancy. I think I'm a pretty good judge of what's normal for me and what's not. Old Doc feels the same way.

So now you know the rest of the story...at least as much as we know. Maybe by this time next week, we'll know more...or less. In the mean time, I'm feeling pretty good (now anyway). I have bouts of nausea, but no vomiting, and even the bouts are fairly rare. I had one this morning that lasted about 2 hours. Now I'd like to eat everything in the house!

The pretty little lady at the top is my Miss Lilly May. She'll be a year old in January. I must say, the next time I want to house break a pup, I'll wait until they're 7 months old. She's a riot. She's a tad on the hyper side but very affectionate and mostly a big baby. She's definitely a Mama's girl.