I started SAM e yesterday and I’m frankly terrified. I’m having symptoms of being sick again, and after checking with my Dad, decided to try the treatment that worked four years ago. So far, I’ve been hardly nauseated at all and the itching is mostly gone—but no one knows what SAM e does to babies, so I’m basically freaking the fuck out.
My OBGYN isn’t in today and my LFTs (liver tests) aren’t back yet, so basically it’s take a couple of pills and hope nothing bad happens. Very discouraging, to my mind.
There’s something called cholestasis of pregnancy, where in the third trimester you get itchy and your body isn’t putting out enough bile because of the hormones. I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing that, but in my first trimester, which is probably a bad sign. It is bad for the baby, and the suggested treatment is everything that never worked for me before when I was sick—so in my mind, this treatment is the only way to help.
It’s a very disconcerting feeling, wondering if my taking the SAM e (which is an over the counter pill) will help me, but hurt the kid.
It’s very hard to be low-stress lately.
If I have a singular skill, it’s that I am incapable of backing out of my driveway when I am: tired/stressed/ill/excited.
Time #1: Was mad at my mom, backed into her van—or rather, according to her, “floored it and landed on” her van. I think I was 17.
Time #2: Backed into the Chop’s car last year during the move. I had my car full of stuff and honestly did not see his car and didn’t even think about it possibly being there. I broke a light and crunched in his hood the tiniest bit.
Time #3: This morning I backed the right side of the car into the garage as I was pulling out. I ripped the glass out of my side view mirror (the casing is pretty busted too, but still hanging on!) and ripped some weather stripping and wood off the garage. I’m really busy and stressed and frankly exhausted lately, so yeah.
I think I need the kind of car that beeps or yells when it senses something behind me. But it’s gotta be really loud, and really, really sensitive… because even as I was hearing my mirror crunch, I didn’t stop backing up. Nice, right? I finished pulling out, putting a nice scrape on my bumper (the Liberty’s have a plastic-type bumper, so really I just buff it and it goes away, but still).
Then I cursed a blue streak. Not a great start to the day, lol.
Once again it is snowing… and miraculously this time, people are not freaking out. Although I kinda wish they were because I would’ve enjoyed staying home today. Figures, right? Damn 2-6 inches (seriously, that’s the closest they can get?).
The Chop and I have been having a very leisurely-ish life of late. Bumming around the house, sleeping in on the weekends, watching a lot of movies—not leaving the couch being the central theme here—and honestly, if this is what marriage is, marriage is easy. Marriage is exactly like living together, except now your mom doesn’t make sad sighing noises at you over the phone and you don’t have to wonder who’s going to entertain you when you’re 70.
It’s the little things.
Yesterday was the Chop’s 35th birthday—and now he claims to feel old. As in, downward slope to 40, no longer in his early 30s, OLD. I, of course, find that hilarious—partially because I haven’t hit 30 yet and partially because he looks like he hasn’t hit 30 yet. Damn good genes, I say.
I made poached eggs and grits, got him coffee from Starbucks and we watched movies all day until we went out to dinner—then we came home, watched another movie and ate cake. We’re crazy party people, I know. It’s sad, lol.
Five Guys is truly the best burger place that ever was or will be. I am not even close to kidding. If there is one near you, go, eat there and then thank me.
I don’t eat red meat. Not “mostly,” never. I never eat red meat. I just don’t have a taste for it and honestly it doesn’t occur to me most of the time to eat it.
However, when a Five Guys opened near our old house, when went to give it a try—the Chop is a burger lover—and I became a FG burger convert. I won’t eat them anywhere else, but FG makes them amazing somehow. The fries are super tasty, too. 😀
Chop went there for lunch with a co-worker, and then I asked him to bring me some home after work… he’s pretty sure they think he’s crazy, lol.
I went in for an ultrasound this morning to “date” the baby. Apparently they weren’t impressed with my guesstimating my last period (seriously, do people really remember? maybe my brain is fucked up, because I never do), so they decided an ultrasound was in order.
And I’m at 7 weeks, 1 day. Which means five more weeks of being ill. Sigh.
More importantly that means I got knocked up on… Christmas freaking Eve. Yep. Santa brought us a baby!
We’re supposed to get something like 10 inches of snow and I swear to god, they are acting like it’s the “big one” that will keep us in our homes for days. They have closed schools, canceled mail (WTF THE MAIL?! what happened to “neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor dark of night”??) and people are already driving like grannies—even though maybe 1/2 inch is on the ground.
I have rage about this because half of my clients are rushing to push out emails, some canceling events, some that they are just afraid we won’t get to tomorrow because of the weather… hello, I work from home? I guarantee you the Internet will survive 10 inches of snow. Sigh.
February 3rd
Yesterday we found out that I’m pregnant. I had an inkling last week.. relatively constant nausea, total exhaustion and um, very sensitive boobs, lol. It looks like I’m about 7 weeks along—I go see a doctor next week and we’ll get a more firm answer—and my due date is September 17th.
Which means we’ll have a baby before our first anniversary lol, and a three month old at Christmas. And, oh yeah, I’ll be three and a half weeks pregnant on our honeymoon, lol.
So far it’s mainly the nausea and exhaustion that is doing me in. I’m already on prenatal vitamins, too, which are huge and NOT gel capped—wtf, hi, ill over here?!
No major cravings, I’m just eating a lot of oranges.
This weekend a very cute cat came to visit. 🙂 And she shouldn’t move back to the UK because a) she makes super yummy cupcakes and b) she’s just too much fun to lose to those stodgy Brits! lol
And oh man, Lost started last night and holy crap I’m still reeling from that one. Two hours and I’m far more confused than I was at the end of last year. And I was pretty confused last year, too.
I was never one of the people who related to Catcher in the Rye, as a teenager or as an adult. Like most books, it entertained me and made me think, but that’s about it. I always felt bad for Salinger and wondered, if he didn’t want fame so much, how come he didn’t publish under a pseudonym? When he wrote it, did he just assume it wouldn’t be that popular? The sad thing is that now that he’s died, no one will ever get him to answer those goddamn questions.
One of my favorite sections in (most) books these days is the Q&A with the author in the back. If a book is good, it leaves you with all sorts of lingering thoughts and questions, and a good portion of the time the Q&A answers them (or suggests new ones). Plus, it’s a great marketing addition to convince you to buy the author’s next book.
Sadly, my brain now outputs a steady stream of marketing ideas re: virtually everything I see, hear or read. It’s highly entertaining to me, and probably highly irritating to everyone else.
Because yeah, still don’t have the best filter for this mouth of mine.
