This is a question my husband has asked me no fewer than five times. I laugh every time. I can’t imagine my breasticles being any larger than they currently are – they’re at least a full cup size grander than they were before I got pregnant – but supposedly these things keep growing. Steve has said on more than one occasion that he thinks I’ll be a tits-n-ass pregnant lady. I definitely have the tits part.
I’m at almost nine weeks today and we had another ultrasound. Heartbeat is 176 and growth is where it should be. In early January, I’ll have two tests that will check for autism and Down’s Syndrome. If those come back negative, there is a good chance that everything will be okay. If not, I’ll have an amniocentesis at 16 weeks.
“It’s crazy to walk around with a secret for at least three months. No one knows we’re – well, you’re – going through this. Isn’t it crazy?”
“Yep. I show up for work every day pregnant.”
“You’re exhausted, your body’s changing and no one knows why.”
“It’s crazy. No one talks about this.”
I didn’t go to work today. I have a sinus infection. Went to my primary care physician after my OB and got some antibiotics and a probiotic. She told me to avoid crowds – Macy’s, malls and such – as I could easily pick something up from someone else and compound the thing I’m fighting. I’m not contagious, though.
I don’t want to fall behind at work or in the class I’m taking but the reality is that now, more than ever, my health must come first.