My bad for not updating last week like I said I would. Things have been kind of nutty around here, especially since we’re having a baby in probably 2-3 weeks. JESUS H.
Echo didn’t end up starting chemo last week because she had an abdominal ultrasound and the oncologist was so impressed with the way things were looking internally that she didn’t want to rush the chemo. Instead, we decided to give her surgery a full 14 days to heal and she ended up having her first round of Vincristine two days ago, on Tuesday. So far, the chemo doesn’t seem to have given her any side effects. But the Prednisone – good lord the Prednisone. They warned me that there’d be some increased drinking and urination and panting, but it’s worse than I thought. Echo is basically drinking nonstop, has to go outside to pee every hour, and has pissed in our bed once already since Saturday. I have to set alarms all through the night to let her outside. I’m not sure how someone would do this if they worked fulltime outside of the home! Between the drinking and the peeing and the constant medicines, I’m very thankful I work from home so I can deal with it. Not to mention the 4 hour vet appointments when she goes in for the chemo. This is all going to be taxing and trying but I think it will be worth it for any extra time that it buys my sweet girl. She’s basically 100% herself now, so that’s great.
I had my weekly OB appointment today (37 weeks and 5 days today) and the doctor said baby’s ready to come any time. My doctor is pretty crunchy and doesn’t do cervix checks or ultrasounds unless we go past 40 weeks, so it’s hard to tell if baby has dropped or if I might be getting close to labor. He told me to walk a lot, so today I walked a mile up to the park and back and I feel like a ran a marathon. I tell you, my body is so effed. After I get the medical clearance to workout again, I’m going to have to hit it HARD.
I’m feeling ‘okay’. I’m not sleeping well, my sciatic pain is getting worse, I’m still having a ton of shortness of breath (which makes me think he hasn’t dropped yet). I’m back to feeling nauseous again and I’m peeing a lot more. I got a mediocre prenatal massage the other day and it didn’t seem to help anything. My feet and legs aren’t very swollen though, so I guess that’s good. My blood pressure has been perfect this whole pregnancy, which I’m thankful for. But my acid reflux has amped it up to 11, ooh boy is that fucking brutal. I’m eating like shit and feeling terrible about it, but not enough to make a change apparently. Thank god for prenatal vitamins because a baby cannot exist on sugar and carbs alone.
We had friends come to town to visit last weekend and it was great to have ‘adult time’ because our life turns into caring for a crying, pooping, spitting up baby. I’m still not exactly adjusted mentally to the idea that my life is about to change drastically — I’m choosing the “blissfully unaware” approach. I did finish Call the Midwife just in time to push out my own watermelon, so that’s that.
Anyway, I’m starting to get less nervous about labor and more excited about getting on with it and meeting our son. Hopefully things happen soon, but not before we get our car seats professionally installed tomorrow. =D---------------
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