Crazy Ass Dreams

People had told me that you tend to have some strange dreams when you become pregnant.  Strange I can handle.  Crazy ass dreams every night is another matter altogether.  Here is a sampling of what my crazy mind has conjured up over the last several weeks:

I went shopping for bigger underwear.  I kept trying on bigger and bigger sizes in an effort to find some that were comfortable.  I eventually quit looking at sizes and just kept trying on what was handed to me.  Eventually, I did find a pair that fit.  I looked at the size.  Size 30!  (I'm NO WHERE near a size 30.)  On another occasion, I went underwear shopping (do I have a complex about my growing booty?) and found my favorite kind, but none in any size that I could wear.

Some dreams have been sad or sentimental.  And old employee (who I was never close to) of our coffee shop called asking me for life advice.  My brother lost his job and his wife and four children left him.  And possibly my favorite: My Dad and my cat (who was a kitten again in the dream) were walking down a country road just talking and visiting with me.

Other dreams have just made no sense at all.  In one dream, I was a game show host.  The winner of my game show won the title of Executive Director at my work.  My old Executive Director and one of the smaller children from my youth center were vying for the position.  The kid won... In another wild dream, Hubby and I were having a "moment" in the front living room at my Mom's house.  My Mom walked in on us.  Later, she scolded me for having tan lines and said I should not be going tanning while pregnant.  In one that I had just last night, Hubby's brother and his wife were renewing their vows in some small church.  I helped my sister-in-law get dressed in an ugly pink, furry, sequined knee-length sweater that she was wearing for the ceremony (It was prom last weekend.  I'm blaming that one on the prom dresses I saw.)

And finally, I'm already beginning to worry about parenting in my dreams.  I had a dream that the baby just would not latch on to me in the hospital and it was losing weight because I could not feed it.

I hope these are not ever used against me in a court of law....

Points for Me!

Today, I didn't puke while brushing my teeth, like I did yesterday!

That is all.

Feline Sixth Sense?

So, since the time I came home from embryo transfer on Feb. 10th, my cat has been my best friend.  Now, mind you, I do have a cat that is very much a "people cat."  She will go to whatever room or floor of the house that you are in.  She likes to see what you're doing.  She will rub up against you and even jump up in your lap if you are sitting in the sun or have a nice warm blanket on your lap.  At night, she usually comes up to our room and will sleep on a dresser.  She is by no means the stand-offish cat that some people have.  However, she has been glued to me ever since embryo transfer...

As soon as I came home and laid on the couch on transfer day, she hopped up onto my lap and laid on my abdomen that entire weekend I was on bedrest.  If I'd get up to go to the bathroom, she'd wait for me and jump right back up onto my lap as soon as I returned to the couch.  And she's also taken to sleeping on the bed in between Hubby and me. 

I think my cat knew.  Is that crazy?

We Have a Heartbeat!

Monday, March 12th was my 1st OB appointment.  I wasn't supposed to have it for another week and a half, but the spotting deemed an earlier appointment necessary.

I was taken to the room where I had always had ultrasounds to make sure my ovaries were "quiet" before we began stims and also where we had counted and measured growing follicles during both rounds of fresh IVF.  Dr. Larry King came in, asked a couple questions about the spotting, and went right to work hooking up the ultrasound machine.

And then we got to see the most precious thing I've ever seen.  There was a little blob.  The Doc allowed Hubby to take a little video on his phone of him/her.  Then we got to hear the heartbeat - squish squish squish - 138bpm.  Music to my ears.  A weight had certainly been lifted!  Doc measured our little blob and it was measuring right on time at 6w1d.  He also took the time to look around at my ovaries and tubes, finding no reason for spotting.  He finally just said that it may be something that I do for a bit - that he's astonished more women don't spot given all that is going on in there.  Well, I guess that's one way to look at it...  He said that they think my due date will be Oct. 29th - and then he said that he would send all my files to my Doc here in town and good luck...

And with that he shook Hubby's hand and walked away down the hall.


That's it? 

I felt bad that I didn't give him some giant bear hug or thank him more profusely for the hand he had in our little miracle.  (One of the IVF Nurses came rushing down the hall asking if that was our ultrasound on the screen of the room she was just cleaning up, gave us a hug, and just about cried.  She, as well as the rest of the staff, are awesome.)  I figured that I'd remain his patient through the 1st trimester till I was done with the Progesterone and Estradiol shots that he prescribed.  I had no idea this may be the last time that I see him and his staff...at least for a while.  I left, kind of stunned.  I guess his work is done!