How rude?

Today at work we were allowed to wear sports outfits instead of our usual work uniform. I have a certain sports tshirt on that is clearly tight around my pregnant body. Normally I wear our work jacket to cover up my pregnant body. I haven’t witness any rude comments up until today. And I’m sure more will come. 

The maintenance guy came to complete the ticket I had submitted a week ago to change out the dead light bulbs. I noticed he kept starring at me. He hasn’t been around our store for a few months so he doesn’t know that I’m expecting. Out of nowhere he asked me, “So are you really bloated or are you actually pregnant?” 

I stopped and looked at him and felt very uncomfortable but responded with a smirk and “yeah I’m pregnant” and walked away. As I was walking away he decided to try and ease the tension by responding with, “oh I really like little babies” 

I didn’t know what to say after that, so I picked up the company phone and pretended to help a customer over the phone.

I’m 6 months pregnant and actually I do just look like I may have ate to much at the buffet. I feel/look a lot smaller then I should be. But still, that doesn’t mean that you can ask someone if they are FAT or just PREGNANT! 

me…6 months preggos!

Finally!

I tilted this first blog “Finally” because I’m gonna tell you about my life leading up to finally getting pregnant. It’s kind of sad but it’s human nature.

Many years ago when I was 18, I had  severe lower right side pain. My mom rushed me to that hospital because it was so severe that I could barely walk, I couldn’t cough, or sneeze without screaming in pain. I was in the emergency room for 7 hours while they ran test after test. And after being in there for 7 hours, they couldn’t find anything wrong! They made an appointment with my OBGYN for the following morning and released me!

The following morning at my OBGYN appointment, my doctor took his own test. He came to the conclusion that I had cyst wrapped around my right and left ovaries. That’s probably why the emergency room couldn’t find anything. He sent me home with medications to take that should have minimized or got rid of the cyst. Unfortunately, the medication didn’t work. A week later I went under the knife to have my cyst surgically removed. During my post operation visit, my doctor ran more test to see if everything was cleared out. Unfortunately it wasn’t. But this time he found that I had abnormal cervical cells that needed to be treated before it spread and turned cancerous. Every three months I went in for treatment. I can’t remember exactly what these treatments where called but I can remember the pain and what was being done. My doctor would “scrape” cells off my cervix every three months.

Shortly after my surgery to remove my cyst, I got pregnant. Everything was looking good. One day before I hit three months of being pregnant, my doctor told me it’d be medically best for me to abort the baby. This was to reduce any complications for me or the child during pregnancy and birth since I was also going through the “scraping” treatment on my cervix. I agreed to have the medical abortion and continue with the treatments.

I then moved to another state after my treatments turned into just a yearly check up. By this time I was 21. I looked for a new doctor where I moved to, but didn’t actually go to the doctors for awhile. When I did decide to go back to the doctors, it was just to get birth control. I got the IUD inserted at age 22. I went to my yearly check ups and everything was the same. My cervical cells were still abnormal, but no changes or spreading had happened, so no treatment was needed. 

Fast forward five years when it was time to remove my IUD at age 27. By this time I was in a serious relationship and we were talking about getting engaged. We did get engaged and started talking about starting a family. While engaged, I did get pregnant but had a miscarriage about a month after finding out I was pregnant. We then decided to hold off on starting our family until we officially got married. After getting married a year later, we were starting again. But after a visit with my OBGYN to see if everything was ok, family making was once again put on hold. My doctor found that my previous treatments years ago had failed. This time the abnormal cervical cells doubled and spread to the point where he had to treat me right away and told me I’d have to wait on making a family for another six months to year to be save! He went ahead with the treatment “cryotherapy” or “cryosurgery”. That’s when they freeze the cervix almost to the point of an icicle. It was really painful. A few months after the treatment I found out I was pregnant. This time my doctors took extra care of me by doing test every other day to check my hormones to see if it was doubling as it should be in a normal pregnancy. My blood showed I was pregnant, but ultrasounds showed nothing. During a normal ultrasound, the technician saw that I had a mass on my right side. She also seen internal bleeding. She immediately sent me to see my doctor. My doctor told me that I had an ectopic pregnancy that had ruptured my right Fallopian tube and I had to have an emergency surgery to remove the tube and stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, the baby could not be saved in any way. Surgery went well. And I was back to work two weeks after that. During my post operation visit my doctor also cleared me for abnormal cervical cells, for now.

Fast forward four months after surgery. I found out I was pregnant, again. Once again my doctors took extra care with me. Every other day for two weeks I had to do blood test to check if my hormones were doubling like a normal pregnancy. This time it was. And my doctor cleared me for a normal pregnancy. I’ve gone to my first trimester and second trimester screening test and everything is normal. 

I am now 22 weeks pregnant with a baby girl and due on/around May 22. 

Continuing with this blog will be all my first as a first time mom. If you’ve read it before on another blog or story, or heard what I have to say from another mom…its normal. It’s something that just happens. I’m just going through all this for my first time as a 30 year old! Hopefully I can help someone with their first baby. Or possibly someone can read my blog and comment to help me out too.