Even more pregnancy blather
For someone who hasn't blogged all that much about this third pregnancy, I sure do have a lot to say this week. Today was another day that began with early-morning contractions, every 10 minutes apart.
After some lying around and drinking of water and making Josh stay home from the office and get the kids dressed and fed and Jack off to school, I called my OB to let her know this nonsense was still happening.
She called me back and said they were going to have me start on Procardia, an anti-contraction medication. I took it with Jack and it seemed to help then, so I am hoping it will do the same thing with WeeBey. Procardia is a hypertension drug that relaxes smooth muscles. Because your uterus is a smooth muscle, it helps keep it from freaking the hell out and contracting. Also, I can now start mainlining cheeseburgers and bacon-wrapped filets because this medicine will clear my arteries. Yes!
But the drug does come with some side effects. No, no, not for WeeBey, for me. My cheeks get as flushed as a little cherub and I get a little dizzy and my heart races. It also leaves a weird mint taste in my mouth, and no, that's not from the mint oreo blizzard I just consumed. I told you it was a weird side effect.
So I take the Procardia and try to take it easy and I see my high-risk doctor on Monday for an ultrasound and my OB on Wednesday for a regular appointment. The meds did help get the contractions under control, so that was pleasant, but the taking it easy part could use some work. Have you tried to take it easy with a 21-month-old and a 3.5-year-old? And a house undergoing remodeling? There's nothing easy about it. My kids think I am a giant bounce house and insist on jumping on me and my stomach. When they're not dive-bombing me, they're trying to see who can shove the other one further away in the fight to get as close to me as possible.
I love their attention, but oh my lord, can't we all just get along and sit nicely on each side of Mommy? Must we fight for supremacy of my lap each and every time we read a book? I am not sure what they're going to do when I only have two sides and three kids, but I have a feeling it will involve violence and the thinning of the herd through natural selection.
And you knew this was coming, but I swear this is the last time I will remind you (this weekend at least): you can still vote for Snarky Mommy in the best Stay-At-Home Mommy Blog category. You can click here to vote. Voting ends Oct. 19 at 11:59 p.m. ET. If I win my category, I go on to compete against the other category winners for the Best Overall Blog, so don't be shy about voting, refreshing your browser and voting again!
I also want to send a big shout-out of thanks to all you awesome readers who have voted and Tweeted and Facebooked the shit out this contest on my behalf. I really, really appreciate it!
After some lying around and drinking of water and making Josh stay home from the office and get the kids dressed and fed and Jack off to school, I called my OB to let her know this nonsense was still happening.
She called me back and said they were going to have me start on Procardia, an anti-contraction medication. I took it with Jack and it seemed to help then, so I am hoping it will do the same thing with WeeBey. Procardia is a hypertension drug that relaxes smooth muscles. Because your uterus is a smooth muscle, it helps keep it from freaking the hell out and contracting. Also, I can now start mainlining cheeseburgers and bacon-wrapped filets because this medicine will clear my arteries. Yes!
But the drug does come with some side effects. No, no, not for WeeBey, for me. My cheeks get as flushed as a little cherub and I get a little dizzy and my heart races. It also leaves a weird mint taste in my mouth, and no, that's not from the mint oreo blizzard I just consumed. I told you it was a weird side effect.
So I take the Procardia and try to take it easy and I see my high-risk doctor on Monday for an ultrasound and my OB on Wednesday for a regular appointment. The meds did help get the contractions under control, so that was pleasant, but the taking it easy part could use some work. Have you tried to take it easy with a 21-month-old and a 3.5-year-old? And a house undergoing remodeling? There's nothing easy about it. My kids think I am a giant bounce house and insist on jumping on me and my stomach. When they're not dive-bombing me, they're trying to see who can shove the other one further away in the fight to get as close to me as possible.
I love their attention, but oh my lord, can't we all just get along and sit nicely on each side of Mommy? Must we fight for supremacy of my lap each and every time we read a book? I am not sure what they're going to do when I only have two sides and three kids, but I have a feeling it will involve violence and the thinning of the herd through natural selection.
And you knew this was coming, but I swear this is the last time I will remind you (this weekend at least): you can still vote for Snarky Mommy in the best Stay-At-Home Mommy Blog category. You can click here to vote. Voting ends Oct. 19 at 11:59 p.m. ET. If I win my category, I go on to compete against the other category winners for the Best Overall Blog, so don't be shy about voting, refreshing your browser and voting again!
I also want to send a big shout-out of thanks to all you awesome readers who have voted and Tweeted and Facebooked the shit out this contest on my behalf. I really, really appreciate it!
Labels: Incompetent Cervix, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
9:05 PM
4 Comments:
glad the Procardia is helping; sounds like the side effects are similar to what I felt w/ Terbutaline--the racing heart business was crazy.
Take it easy!!!!
I know all about how hard it is to keep little ones entertained while you're supposed to be resting! It's not easy, for sure. Do you have anyone nearby that can come help you? A sitter or family?
I hope the new meds help!
I think you deserve a nice piece of jewelry after you have the baby.
"I am not sure what they're going to do when I only have two sides and three kids, but I have a feeling it will involve violence and the thinning of the herd through natural selection."
Laughing at this: natural selection. And yes, it seems to be that way. Just yesterday I opened my laptop to look at Halloween stuff with the 7 year old. I was in the comfy leather chair and he was perched on the arm. Enter: the two year old. He wedged onto the seat beside us and elbowed me in the boob the entire time. I was willing to deal with this for a bit in order to accomplish the costume selection. However, up comes the one year old. And quite impressively, he nudged the other two out and off the chair. They learn early, I'll tell you. Determination and will and a sort of fight for survival among the parents' attention. Sometimes I think I have absolutely nothing to do with the upbringing of the little ones anymore. They take most of their cues from their brothers. Luckily I'm still mostly pleased at how the oldest is turning out. heh heh heh
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