Oh hello. Today begins my third trimester. I'm sorry- WHAT?! I know seriously.
So what to expect was totally normal today- no drama, yet still minimally useful.
Ben is still moving around quite a bit, but I think he's beginning to slow down a little. But he's stronger, you can actually even see him moving.
I was convinced on Saturday night that I was having a preeclampsia episode, I didn't have any intense swelling but I did have:these warning signs:
Severe or persistent headache
Vision changes, including double vision, blurred vision, seeing spots or flashing lights, sensitivity to light, or temporary loss of vision
Intense pain or tenderness in your upper abdomen
Nausea and vomiting Symptoms can vary from woman to woman, and preeclampsia can occur without any obvious symptoms, particularly in the early stages.
I didn't call my Dr. though and wound up feeling better on Sunday- and way better today.
I have my big glucose test this week, yikes, very nervous. Should I be eating fiber? Would that help? I don't know.
I'm waking up twice a night now to go to the bathroom. That's new.
I defy the snoogle with regularity now. In the beginning I totally respected it's authority and didn't dare roll over or change position. Well not anymore, instead of a C it winds up being twisted into an S by the end of the night. I just want to lay on my back! Leave me alone!
Oh back to the vomit thing, I woke up choking on vomit the other night, and then I totally aspirated it into my lungs. In addition to burning my airways all night, it also managed to convince me that I was going to die. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you.
In college, my sorority was forced/asked by nationals to have these women come put on this seminar for us. First we had no idea what it was about, just that it was all day and mandatory. Well it turns out it was this hideous mock trial. In the trial one of our sisters, who they picked by name, and wasn't there, had died because she had gotten drunk at a mixer and she aspirated on her own vomit and got pneumonia and died in like 36 hours and her parents were suing the sorority and individual sisters, like her big sis for holding her hair back and not calling an ambulance. So everybody's being interrogated on the stand and we're all crying like it actually happened. It was horrible. HORRIBLE Totally traumatic. I think they even had her picture on an easel.
So as you can me experience with vomit aspiration led me to believe my time left on earth was obviously very limited. I still didn't call the Dr. though. Not because I didn't think I was going to die, just cause you know, I'm tough.
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At about week 25 the Snoogle became my very best friend, because my belly was getting so big it needed the support. By week 32, I hated the damn thing because I got tangled up in it every night, and then had to untangle myself to get up to go to the bathroom for the 18th time. Now, our dogs really enjoy sleeping in it and never seem to have a problem with entanglement.
I'm glad you didn't die from vomit-induced pneumonia. I am coming down to Savannah in less than a month and expect to be shown some convincing real estate.
Your mom and I decided I might be moving in for that week. We are ridiculously excited. Do not worry, I've been making lists of potential prospects.
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