Baby Stuff

Clearly, there’s nothing physical to report on Babyquest 2006.  Well, I guess I can tell you more than you ever wanted to know about my cycles.  My first “real” cycle after the miscarriage was so short it was scary.  I’m glad we didn’t try to conceive that month because my luteal phase was so short, nothing would have been able to stick.  (And the doctor advised us not to try that month, anyway).  This is my first month when we could have tried, but we didn’t due to when the delivery date and how I would have had squat for maternity leave (i.e., 6 weeks versus 6 months).  The good news is that everything seems back to normal, as far as normal can be for me. 

And even though I’ve been told only to wait for one month due to my head full of snot, it has affected me more than I thought.  When I found out that a neighbor is joyfully pregnant with her second child, it was like a punch to my stomach.  I so did not see that coming.  I do not consider myself to be a jealous person and I can honestly be happy for others’ success even when it is unrelated (or opposite to) my own.  But that really freaked me out.  It was only for a second, and I’m very happy for them now.  But I’m glad I found out about it secondhand instead of directly from her because I’m not sure how well I could have hidden my pain. 

And I have been looking up the effects of antibiotics on pregnancy.  I am on augmentin, which is considered a class B drug for pregnancy.  That means that there is no known problem with the drug and it is probably safe.  Of course, I will be running this by my OB before we try to get pregnant, but it’s not completely freaking me out right now. 

And I’ve been thinking about what is meant by me not feeling “well.”  don’t remember the last time I didn’t feel so tired.  OK, I lie:  I didn’t feel tired on the first day I was taking 40 mg of prednisone.  Nope!  Not tired at all then.  I felt panicky and over emotional and about to come unhinged, but I certainly didn’t feel tired.  And in case you’re wondering, other important members of my household noticed this too, especially after I lost it and began screaming over the phone about some perceived slight or another.  Fortunately, the screaming bitch came and went quickly followed by the laughing who-the-hell-was-that-woman who is much friendlier and much more likely to be invited to parties.  Of course, soon afterwards, she was replaced by the sobbing my-life-is-hell woman followed up by the panic-stricken I’m-never-going-to-get-tenure woman. 

So I wasn’t tired.  I was Sybil, but I wasn’t tired at all. 

Prednisone….not so much.

Off to lunch and then back to work.

12:24:21 PM