I’ve been having some weird discomfort the past few days. It ALWAYS feels like I have to pee; sometimes my internal lady parts feel swollen; sometimes it hurts when I pee; and sometimes things just feel angry “down there.” I tried to let it all go for a few days, saying that discomfort was normal and that I should not freak out, but then yesterday happened.
Yesterday things just hurt. My va.gina hurt, my cervix hurt, it hurt to pee. I emailed my midwife cousin and she said that I needed to get a urine check to make sure I did not have a UTI brewing.
Then I did what every infertile who is paranoid of losing her baby does: I ignored her. What? Yeah… shame on me. This morning I woke up and took a pee and felt fine. CURED! I told the husband. He shook his head and made me promise to call the doctor once I got to work.
Several hours later I found myself carrying a bio-hazard bag of my pee through the halls of Central Baptist to the lab. My midwife was not in today so I saw the nurse practitioner – who was amazing. She explained that the clinics’ lab said the pee looked “beautiful” but that they never want to dismiss anything so she had me take it downstairs to the main lab to be cultured and make absolutely sure everything is OK.
Next she checked the Chicken’s heart tones, which were perfect, and then poked around my belly. As she poked she said that my uterus is definitely growing and starting to crowd things. She would venture that this discomfort is just growing pains. She asked about my diet and I told her I’m working to eat as healthily as possible, but still indulging in toast. I also told her I’m doing a lot of prenatal strength training vidoes to stay strong.
And then she praised me. You guys, sometimes a little praise can go a hell of a long way. I’m working hard to strength train every other day. I realize, thanks to you all, that weight gain happens. I know that fat gravitates to ones ass during pregnancy and that there is not a damn thing you can do about it. I also know that after pregnancy I’ll lose that fat and I REALLY don’t want to be left with a weak droopy booty and thighs that can shimmy more than my breasts. So I’m strength training so the muscles under this lovely layer of adipose tissue stay strong and so I pop my baby out with ease, grace and minimal swearing.
The NP was so proud and actually said, “I just can’t praise you enough for continuing to exercise. So many women do not.” She also explained that since my abdominal muscles are pretty tight to begin with that I might feel more stretching and discomfort as the Chicken grows.
I really needed this today. I needed a bit of praise. I needed reassured that my exercise routine is not hurting anything. I needed to know that these discomforts I am feeling are part of my NORMAL pregnancy. Only 19 more sleeps till my next ultrasound when we’ll get to see just how big the Chicken has gotten, and if his* face has caught up to the huge nose he was sporting at the last ultrasound!
*We are not finding out the gender until the Chicken makes his great debut into our lives this summer. I refer to the Chicken as “him” for both simplicity and because the Professor and I are both 99% certain I’m cooking a baby Professor 🙂