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Heartbeat, Blueberries, And IV Fluids (Seven Weeks)

Heartbeat, Blueberries, And IV Fluids (Seven Weeks)

photo by Mr. Right-Click

Well, let’s start with the good news, shall we? That crazy little rabble-rousing Right-Click fetus has a heartbeat! We confirmed both this and the fact that, from all appearances, I’m probably only carrying only one of the little blueberries at my first OB appointment last Friday. Yay for Baby Center’s consistency in comparing the size of gestating humans to fruits, and double yay for me NOT HAVING TWINS!

photo by Mr. Right-Click

Moving on, I spent the majority of Thursday in the emergency room getting IV fluids. Here’s what happened: I got up on Thursday morning feeling like crap. Since I always feel like crap latey, I did not let this affect my plans for the day, and went to my appointment at the gym with Travis. After about twenty minutes of an admittedly low energy workout, I noticed that I wasn’t sweating and found this moderately alarming. I decided to skip the rest of the workout and called Mr. Right-Click to tell him I thought maybe I was a little dehydrated.

What followed was a friendly discussion of whether I should have gone to work out when I was dehydrated. This friendly discussion continued throughout the day, in fact, with my point being: if you feel like shit every single day, how are you supposed to know that today you feel like shit in part because you’re dehydrated and so, maybe you shouldn’t work out? Particularly when the working out has shown to earn you, with endorphins, some precious nausea-free time that is otherwise totally unavailable to you?

Mr. Right-Click’s side of the friendly discussion was concentrated on the whole need for “working out” in the first place, coupled with an insistence that it was obvious that I was dehydrated because I had chapped lips and also: I didn’t even drink the Gatorade he brought me last night, see? D’you see?

Anyway, we didn’t reach a consensus who was right with on any of this. I gave him a “V for Victory” sign while we were waiting out bag number 3 in the ER room, though.

photo by Mr. Right-Click

He told me that the backwards way I was doing it in the picture means “fuck you” in England, rather than “V for Victory.” (But, you know, that works too.)

photo by Mr. Right-Click

I don’t know, should you be concerned when you need seven blankets to keep yourself warm while sitting in the chair in the ER? They said they keep the temperature down so as to keep bacteria from growing. (Hookay.)

After 2 1/2 bags of fluids and some IV Zofran I started to feel much, much better. Like, not normal better — let’s not get crazy — but better enough to want to eat something. Mr. Right-Click, shortly before being sent to the hospital cafeteria, scrounged around in my purse and found a fortune cookie. The message?

photo by Mr. Right-Click

Oh! how we laughed. Why, I can picture them trying to work out opportunities to refer to me as “erudite” even now!

Comments (12)

  1. Feb 17, 2011

    You are super-pretty even when you feel like shit.

  2. Feb 17, 2011

    Oh, my, I had to have a good (actual, real) chuckle when I read this. I’ve been DYING to share in your pregnancy woes, for I TOO am early pregnant, super sick, on zofran (and all the nasty side effects) etc etc etc. Finally- FINALLY- today I spilled the beans on my blog by talking about my own “blueberry”, which is no shit the actual way I described it. I also talked about finding out I’m not having twins either. But speaking of, we’re blog-post twins for today. 🙂

    And if/whenever you want to commiserate, I’m ALL ABOUT THAT, sister.

  3. Feb 17, 2011

    were we thinking twins??? dehydration sucks, glad you’re feeling better.

  4. Feb 17, 2011

    Also, when I heard that my fetus/zygote/eggsack/WHATEVER went from the size of a pinto bean to the size of a blueberry in one week, I thought to myself… did it get fatter and more ROUND this week? The two items are not really as different is SIZE as they are in SHAPE, no?

  5. weezy
    Feb 17, 2011

    A very erudite post.

  6. Feb 17, 2011

    You are just not having a good time, are you? But the blueberry is healthy! Feel better my snarktastic friend. I can’t wait to see the new Mini!

  7. Feb 17, 2011

    I see how it’s gonna be now. This is going to be one of those pregnancies where we all have to worry about you every time you go off the grid in the middle of a crazy mommyblogger moment, is that it?

    Take care of yourself and that blueberry. Otherwise you’ll have to deal with more of Mr. Right Click’s opinions about “your” pregnancy 😉

  8. Feb 17, 2011

    You look rather unhappy about the whole thing. I would be too. Also, yes, that V sign is rude in Aus too. Apparently it comes from olden times in England, when archers used two fingers to draw the bow string, basically ‘with these two fingers I will kill you’. And there’s a minor history lesson for free.

    I hope you don’t have to go back again and that the nausea abates.

  9. Feb 18, 2011

    Crudite, CRUDITE!

    I’m so sorry, dude. I know that nausea, and it blows. It BLOWS.

  10. Feb 18, 2011

    First off Yeah, a heartbeat! That is so reassuring.
    Secondly I say this fully out of love, so I hope you hear it that way. DO NOT let this happen again!! I lost my daughter because I ignore what started out as dehydration. I’m so, SO glad you went to the hospital.

  11. Feb 18, 2011

    Well, I’m awfully glad to hear you’re ok, but it sounds like such an ordeal. You are in our thoughts Anna.

  12. Feb 18, 2011

    I wish blog posts like this had been available when I was going through this for the first time. I had no idea other people had pregnancies like this, and it would have helped tremendously to know that. I hope you are tagging the crap out of this so all of the other fugitives from the “Have you tried crackers?” gangs can find it.