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I know women who didn’t exercise during their pregnancy because they don’t normally exercise, period. Then there are women who exercised through their pregnancies; these second category of women had an easier time during their pregnancies and labor. Plus, the first category of women that I know bitched through their pregnancies and the second category seemed well-adjusted, excited, happy. When the doctor put me on a no-exercise restriction from before my egg retrieval (late February) through the time they saw a normal heartbeat on ultrasound (last week), nearly 5 weeks had passed and it felt like 4 months. I didn’t gain any weight, maintaining steady at about 121 lbs, but I felt like my muscles were atrophying, I was starting to feel crabby and sluggish, and I was going to fall off the workout wagon and have a hard time getting back on again. I WANTED to be exercise-minded, and here’s why:

Get On Up: 33 Reasons to Exercise Now
February/March 2011 issue of FitPregnancy magazine, a gift from the hubby. I’ve italicized the ones most convincing to me.

1.) You’re likely to gain less weight. Research shows you might put on 7 pounds less than pregnant women who don’t work out, while still staying within the healthy weight-gain range.
2.) Labor and delivery may be easier. No guarantees, of course, but strong abs and a fit cardiovascular system can give you more oomph and stamina for the pushing stage. One study found that prenatal water aerobics regulars were 58% less likely to request pain medication during labor than non-exercisers.
3.) You lower your gestational diabetes risk by as much as 27%. High blood sugar during pregnancy puts you at extremely high risk for developing type II diabetes in the decade after delivering and raises the odds of preterm delivery or having an overweight baby. If you do develop it — and many fit women do because genetics and age play a significant role — exercise may help prevent or delay your need for insulin or other medications.
4.) You get that “prenatal-spin-class high.” Active moms-to-be report better moods than their sedentary peers, both immediately following a workout and in general throughout their pregnancies.
5.) You’re less likely to cry, “Oh, my aching back.” Some 2/3s of pregnant women experience back pain, but water workouts, yoga and pelvic tilts can offer relief. Exercise during the second half of pregnancy seems to be especially helpful.
6.) You’re less likely to get constipated. Pregnant women’s intestinal tracts often get backed up due to high progesterone levels and a growing uterus, but exercise, along with a high-fiber diet, keeps your digestive system humming.
7.) You have more energy. On days when lifting your remote control seems like a tall order, even a 10-minute walk can revive you.
8.) Odds are, you’ll deliver a svelter baby. Babies born with excess fat are significantly more likely to become overweight kindergarteners, and overweight newborns of moms with gestational diabetes are more prone to develop diabetes later in life.
9.) You can enjoy the greatest flexibility of your life. Relaxin, a pregnancy hormone that loosens your pelvic joints in preparation for delivery, also relaxes the rest of your joints. With careful stretches, like those done in prenatal yoga workouts, you can capitalize on this window of opportunity.
10.) You’re more likely to avoid a forceps delivery, C-section or other intervention. Regular exercisers are 75% less likely to need a forceps delivery, 55% less likely to have an episiotomy and up to 4 times less likely to have a Cesarean section, research has found.
11.) You’re likely to be fitter in middle age. In a study that followed women for 20 years after delivery, those who’d exercised throughout pregnancy could run two miles 2.5 minutes faster than those who’d taken a workout break while pregnant. The continuous exercisers were also working out a lot more.
12.) You’ll get positive attention. Everyone smiles when they see a pregnant woman on a power walk. No one is more popular at the gym than the pregnant woman on the biceps machine!
13.) You feel less like a beached whale and more like a hot mama. Women who exercise throughout pregnancy have a better body image than those who sit out the 9 months.
14.) Your labor may be shorter. A landmark study found that among well-conditioned women who delivered vaginally, those who had continued training throughout their pregnancy experienced active labor for 4 hours and 24 minutes compared with 6 hours and 22 minutes for those who’d quit training early on. Two hours less of hard labor is nothing to sneer at!
15.) You learn to chill out. With its emphasis on breathing, meditation and joyful movement, prenatal yoga helps stressed-out moms-to-be stay calm. Plus, a regular prenatal yoga practice can teach you to relax rather than tense up when you feel discomfort, a helpful skill during labor.
16.) If you work out in water, you enjoy a wonderful sense of weightlessness. For some women, swimming or water aerobics may provide their only relief from painful foot and ankle swelling.
17.) You’ll likely experience less leg swelling. Your body retains more fluid during pregnancy, and your growing uterus puts pressure on your veins, impairing the return of blood to your heart. Exercise can limit swelling by improving blood flow.
18.) You may be less prone to morning sickness. Though nausea stops many women from exercising, many moms-to-be report that they feel less queasy after a workout or that the exercise takes their minds off the nausea for a short time.
19.) You may boost your child’s athletic potential. One study found that 20-year-olds who were exposed to exercise in utero performed better at sports than same-age peers whose mothers did not exercise during pregnancy.
20.) You’ll bounce back faster during delivery. Compared with new moms who were inactive during pregnancy, those who exercised are more likely to socialize and enjoy hobbies and entertainment post-baby. They just seem to cope better with the demands of new motherhood.
21.) You’re likely to be healthier and leaner when your kids head off to college. Twenty years later, fit women who’d exercised throughout their pregnancy had gained 7.5 pounds, compared with 22 pounds for women who had taken a break when pregnant and resumed exercising afterward. The continuous exercisers also had lower cholesterol levels and resting heart rates.
22.) The sense of accomplishment and confidence spills over to the rest of your life. Finishing a prenatal power walk makes you feel like you can conquer the world!
23.) Your child may have a healthier heart. The developing babies of prenatal exercisers have more efficient hearts than those of non-exercisers, and this higher cardio fitness level seems to last into the childhood years.
24.) If you smoke, exercise may help you kick the habit. In a small study, pregnant smokers reported that exercise gave them confidence to quit, decreased their cigarette cravings, boosted their energy levels and “helped them feel more like a non-smoker.”
25.) You might sleep better. Some pregnant women who work out say they fall asleep faster, slumber more soundly and snooze longer than inactive moms-to-be.
26.) You’ll meet other expectant moms in a prenatal exercise class. Get their phone numbers; you may be meeting up for playdates or babysitting co-ops soon!
27.) You may be at lower risk for the #1 cause of premature birth. That’s preeclampsia, a complication that involves high blood pressure and excess protein in the urine. About 5%-8% of pregnant women develop it, and the numbers are growing.
28.) You’re more likely to avoid prenatal depression. This is especially true if you exercise outdoors because bright light has antidepressant effects. Some 12%-20% of pregnant women experience depression, which is linked to poor sleep and marital problems after delivery.
29.) You feel more in control. When your body is changing in all kinds of wacky ways and your entire life is about to be transformed in huge, unknown ways, a regular exercise routine offers consistency and the knowledge that you’re doing something great for both yourself and your baby.
30.) You look better. Exercise increases blood flow to your skin, enhancing that pregnancy glow. Plus, when you’re calmer and fitter, it shows.
31.) Your children may grow up to be smarter. Some research indicates that kids of moms who work out during pregnancy have better memories, in addition to higher scores on intelligence and language tests.
32.) You bust out of your exercise rut. Pregnancy often forces you to try something new — to swim when you used to run, to try Wii Fit Ski instead of snowboarding, to give Pilates a whirl.
33.) You keep your immune system humming. Moderate exercise such as walking lowers your risk of catching a cold by as much as half. Researchers believe the data applies to exercising moms-to-be as well.

Morning sickness set in last week. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, because it doesn’t feel like regular nausea (yet), it feels like carsickness. And a few times when I’d experienced it, I was in the car, and Mr. W drives kinda maniacally, so it’s not unusual I’d get carsick. But then I started having the same sensation when I wasn’t in the car. Namely, when I was looking at or thinking about a food that I suddenly can’t bring myself to want. Egg- and meat-aversion had set in, and when I considered those foods, I’d get that carsick feeling. I’d immediately feel better when I thought of refreshing foods I did want — carrots, celery, tofu. Then this carsickness would occur more often, when I wasn’t even thinking of food. I read in my baby book that morning sickness is strongest on an empty stomach, and the best way to quell it is with consumption of dry carbs or other starchy foods. It works; a piece of toast, a handful of Cheerios cereal, they all do wonders.

I learned just this past weekend, when I returned to the gym, that there is a progression with my morning sickness. First I’m hungry. Like, truly empty-feeling stomach growling hungry. This happens pretty often, as the hormone that says “I’m hungry” gets secreted more often and the hormone that says “I’m satisfied now” gets blocked thanks to pregnancy. If I ignore the hungry feeling, the next stage I go into is the carsickness thing. I’m truly empty-stomached and my body wants food NOW. I’ve found that if I go through a mental rolodex of foods at this time, my body will make it very clear what foods it wants and what foods it wants to puke up (not that I’ve puked yet). Occasionally I want junk food, which is impossible because bodies don’t naturally crave Cheetos, so I try to break it down and see what the body is REALLY asking for that my brain recognizes as the junk food. Typically, if it’s junk food, it’s salt and carbs. I’ll feed myself a healthy version of that — whole wheat toast with garlic spread and garlic salt, for example — and my body is happy. Apparently it’s quite common for pregnant women to crave carbs and salt (glucose for energy, salt to balance out the water retention). If I pass this point and don’t feed my body, it goes into a crazy light-headed anemic dizzy nearly fainting spell. I got there yesterday; I was at the gym with Mr. W and his son, and they usually work out for a long time. I did a 10-minute warmup on the elliptical machine, and after that I was already in the hunger stage. I had no food, so I moved on and did 7 resistance exercises mostly in superset form, with little to no break in between to get the utmost cardio benefit. I then hit the point of nausea. Mr. W and his son weren’t done yet, so I pushed through and completed my exercises, then went back for 20 minutes of cardio which, instead of cooling me down, made me pant for the entire time, and for almost 15 minutes afterwards, unable to get my breathing and heartrate back down. I was lightheaded and sick, having burned through all the glucose in my bloodstream such that now neither I nor the fetus had any left. I listened to my body and it wanted Korean soon tofu soup. Sodium, protein. Mr. W said he wanted to introduce his son to Mother’s Market’s vegetarian cafe, and altho the thought of that brought about a nausea reflex in me and I was sorely disappointed at not having what my body wanted, I went along. It was practically across the street, thankfully, and I was hoping I could go into the market section to buy a box of wheat saltines I could have immediately, and have around me in the car or at work the next time things got this bad. Mr. W said they’d have saltines at the cafe section even tho I’ve never seen them serve it, so we went straight there. Not only did they not have crackers of any sort, but the food took almost 40 minutes to arrive after we ordered, and Mr. W himself ran out to the market section and bought two boxes of random healthy-sounding crackers. He returned a minute after the food got there. Thank goodness I was able to find a tofu vegetable sandwich on grilled sourdough, it was perfect. I had a side of lemon quinoa, and I was 100% again. My body needs protein, but with a meat aversion, I was getting it from vegetarian sources — tofu, soy products, quinoa, beans. Mr. W’s son asked me, when his dad was at the grocery section, when I find out the sex of the baby. I said I thought it was around 5 months; he was disappointed it would be so long and said he could hardly wait to find out. I told him how recently, someone had asked me if his kids were okay given that I was now pregnant, and I had said that they’re excited. It’s funny how people expect a lot of competition; Daughter thought it was ridiculous that people assumed she and I compete for her dad’s attention, or that we don’t get along, or that she’d be upset about the pregnancy, too. She was pushing for this kid before *I* was onboard. I guess her newer friends have also asked her about me and asked whether I was mean to her, and she always said, “No! She’s great! We’re like best friends!”

Anywayz, after we got home, Mr. W went straight to bed (it was like 5p) and I hung out with Daughter and Beau until they left for Fellowship (yeah, they still go, but not as often). Then, still with strong cravings for Korean tofu soup, I went to wake Mr. W up at 8:30p. He said he wasn’t sleeping, just laying there, but that I was going to have to get Korean soup alone. “What?! You said after the gym that we could go there for dinner! You’re really gonna make me go all the way to Irvine alone? You suck!” He got up. We discovered a GREAT Korean restaurant called Kaya Restaurant, oddly in a plaza we’d frequented but didn’t know was there but the online reviews for the place were very good. The service was unusually good for an Asian restaurant, and their tofu soup really DOES taste better than the other chain restaurants. I was SO happy when we got home.

The day after I was cleared to exercise again was a court holiday, Cesar Chavez day. (Don’t hate me just cuz you don’t get ethnic days off.) The stepkidlet left early for class as I was in the kitchen, and I suggested kayaking at the lake when she returned that afternoon. She loved the idea, and Beau said he may join us after his workout scheduled for noon. Turned out Daughter’s last class was canceled, so she was home by noon. She didn’t think Beau would make it since his workouts are sort of a career thing as he’s a basketball person, and his workouts take practically a full workday. (He didn’t get out of the gym until 5pm, so he did miss the lake, altho he stopped by afterwards.) Daughter meanwhile had also invited one of her best girlfriends, Kylie. So basically, I was going to end up kayaking with my stepdaughter and her boyfriend and/or her best friend. When did I start being one of those parents that hang out with their teenage kids’ friends? Maybe I should invite them all to go clubbing with me with the promise that I will buy them beer. =P (I mentioned this to them at the lake, and they both thought it was really funny, until Kylie told a story where a schoolfriend’s mom really DID offer her to share a bong. Kylie told that mom uncomfortably, “No thank you, I don’t do that.” I’m not gonna be one of THOSE moms.) It turned out to be a beautiful day, 90 degrees out and sunny. We all soaked up the Vitamin D, drifting in our kayaks, dangling our toes in the water.

The day before, Mr. W and I scored free tickets from a coworker of mine to see “Wicked,” and he had texted Daughter something like, “Nyanny nyanny nyah nyah, guess where I’m going after work.” “Wicked” is one of Daughter’s favorite Broadway musicals, if not absolute favorite. So while we were at the lake, to get him back, I had Daughter take a photo of me in my kayak. I sent that photo to Mr. W via text along with the message “nyanny nyanny, look where I’m at!” Mr. W was meanwhile at mandatory training in downtown Los Angeles, 50+ miles from home. He wrote back, “You suck. Who are you with?” I guess it was pretty obvious I wasn’t alone, cuz you can see both my hands in the photo on my kayak. Right on cue, Daughter then sent him this photo:

We (those of us on the lake and not at work) got a good laugh. And okay, I admit, there is ONE advantage to the iPhone: front-facing cameras so you can see what you’re taking a photo of, and be sure to get in the frame.

After an hour kayaking, we all decided the perfect way to end our day of leisure is to go to Coldstones for ice cream. I almost bought an entire cookie dough ice cream cake, thanks to college roommie Diana, who DID end up buying an entire Coldstone ice cream cake to enjoy over the course of a few days with her new hubby. But Daughter (thankfully) talked me out of it. She said I should just get a small thing because she knows I don’t normally eat ice cream, and I’m just having cravings, and the moment I get some ice cream in me, I’m gonna be over it. So to not go overboard. I was SO GLAD she had some sense that I didn’t have at the time (I must’ve been out of my mind with heat exhaustion and a blood sugar low), because I took her advice and she was right. Halfway into my small-size mint ice cream with waffle cone mix-in, I was sure I was about done. I’m so glad I didn’t have to figure out how to store an 8″ ice cream cake in the freezer that I’m gonna feel guilty about for the next month.

I found a due date calculator online. (I’m so happy to talk about due dates and not refer to essays and projects.) Turns out, if you only know the first date of your last menstrual period and not the exact date conception happened, then the date it gives you is counting 40 weeks forward, guessing as to a range of possible ovulation dates and conception dates. That gave me the date of November 25, 2011 (this is the method Flip Flop Girl and I used, with the same result). BUT, if you know the exact conception date, it’s able to give you a better count, so that gives me the date of November 21, 2011 (this is the date the fertility nurse gave me on the phone yesterday). So November 21 it is!

The pregnancy calculator website also tells you where you are in your pregnancy. Today, it says:

Today is Thursday March 31st 2011.
You conceived on Monday February 28th 2011
and your due date is Monday November 21st 2011.

31 days have passed since the conception,
and you are 235 days before your due date.

You are 6 weeks into your pregnancy,
and you have 34 weeks to go.

You are in the 1st trimester.

12% of your pregnancy has passed, there is 88% left to go.

Cool, huh?

This morning was the ultrasound appointment to check on the baby’s heart. It’s amazing to think that last week this time, he was just a black dot. This morning, I expected to see flashes on the ultrasound screen, which is what I was told the heartbeats would look like. Today, I saw a bubble inside a circle inside a larger black dot. The bubble was dancing rhythmically all on its own. It’d shrink halfway down, then pop back out and be full and round. Then it’d shrink half way, then pop back out, in quick succession. I asked Mr. W to video it on my phone, and he did, but we couldn’t find the video afterwards. He must not have saved it. 🙁 BUT, the doctor did print out an ultrasound picture and give me another little photo folder! There are 2 x’s around the heart, cuz the doctor (female doc who discovered the polyps) was measuring the kid. He’s about 2 mm big right now, the size of a small seed. The circle around the quickly pulsating heart is the yolk sac, and the large black dot is the cavity the baby’s in, about half an inch big right now. Sorry about the glare; I took a cell phone picture of the ultrasound picture:

My multiple attempts to send the cell phone photo above to my email so that I could post it kept failing, and as I was IMing Flip Flop Girl, she offered for me to text it to her and she’ll email that to me, so this photo appears courtesty of Flip Flop Girl! She said it was cool I’m seeing all these early stages of the baby, because in standard pregnancies, the OB wouldn’t do all these early ultrasounds, if they even see you at all.

So the baby is growing at the rate expected, yes there’s only one in there, for all you who “predicted” that going the in vitro route would give me triplets, and I’ve been released from my daily baby aspirin intake and the estrogen patch. They told me to go ahead and rip it off today, so I did. I did briefly consider, since this patch still had 1 day of potency left, how funny it would be to stealthily stick it on some unaware male coworker. But they (male coworkers) probably wouldn’t enjoy the extra emotions and breast tenderness the way we women do. I had a blood test today to check progesterone levels, so I’ll be getting a call later letting me know whether I can stop getting my nighttime progesterone shots. MEANWHILE, I’ve been specifically cleared from my no-exercise restriction! She said I can do light pilates, gentle yoga, light weights, cardio as long as it’s not something extreme like boot camp, AND I can even start running again, as long as I limit the runs to 30 mins. That’s great; I can get 3 miles in, which is my minimum run anyway. (Anything less and I feel like, “why bother?”) WOOHOOOO!! Hello, endorphins!

On the way into the courthouse this morning, a coworker friend caught me and asked if we’d like two free tickets to see the musical “Wicked” tonight, 7pm show. She had two friends cancel, and their tickets would go to waste otherwise. I wasn’t interested in musicals in general, but I know Mr. W would DIE of excitement. So I asked him, and he did. He came back to life soon enough to take up my coworker’s offer. Here’s the tricky part — I have to get my nightly progesterone shots around 8pm. If I get a call from the nurse later and she says I have enough progesterone in my system and can stop the shots, then this show tonight came at the perfect time. If not, then I’m gonna have to figure something out, maybe get home first to package up the shot and try to get it done at intermission or something. But the way things have been going, I wouldn’t be surprised if Riley’s made these arrangements as another “hello” gift, like the dolphins, so that we can celebrate seeing his heartbeat/ending the meds/my returning to the gym by seeing his daddy’s favorite musical tonight. He DOES have a very big heart, my little son.

I will update when I get the nurse’s call.

*** UPDATE (2:32p)
The nurse called. Riley has spoken (har). My progesterone level is 48, and they’re looking for a number above 20. I asked how they know what part of that is me and what part of it is the progesterone shots. She said the progesterone dose only accounts for a quarter of my total progesterone, which means my body is producing plenty of progesterone on its own, like it’s supposed to. She cleared me to stop the shots. YAY! Wanna hear more “coincidences?” The pharmacy I had ordered the meds from gave me EXACTLY the right number of syringes and needle tips; I have one extra syringe at home, but no extra needle tips since Mr. W hit blood one time and had to start over with a new needle tip. They couldn’t have known how many syringes I’d need, since that was up to the doctor, and the doctor’s orders are conditional on my timing and hormone levels. Basically all of the extra free syringes and needle tips my clinic phlebotomist gave me last week are untouched, so I can return them all to the clinic with my thanks at my next appointment, 2 weeks away.
The nurse then said, “Have we told you your due date?” I said no. They calculated it at 11-21-11 (whereas Flip Flop Girl and I both came up with 11-25-11), and she said it’s based on the first date of my last cycle (which Flip Flop and I used) taking into account the dates of fertilization and implantation in a more complicated formula than the one Flip Flop and I used. This puts the baby’s arrival date even more squarely into November, as even if he were a week late and the doctors had to induce, I’d still be in November.

I’m processing divorce cases at my desk. The one I’m looking at right now shows a marriage date in September, 2010, and a separation date in November, 2010, and the wife’s Petition for divorce was filed on the same date as the separation. This would be a 2.5-month marriage. “I wonder what happened,” a coworker would sometimes say about files like this.
“She found out about what happened at his bachelor party,” is usually my automatic response.
I wonder how many times I’m actually right. It happened to Mario Lopez.

Oh wait, I can’t. So you guys will have to on my behalf. (See what a great friend I am? I’m giving you an excuse to drink.)

Yesterday, Mr. W dumped me off at home after work and he ran off to meet his son at the gym. I meanwhile spent a nice couple of hours with his daughter. GUESS WHAT THE CONVERSATION WAS! She and her new “Beau” (not his name) had spent the past 2 Saturdays with us + stepson, the first having sushi, and this past Saturday having dinner at a Japanese teppan grill (they all had a blast and loved the goofball teppan chef). Since that cultish religious group (we’ll call it “Fellowship,” which is one word of its name) has evening-into-late-night-activities EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, she and Beau obviously missed a couple. She also missed another day because her car was in the shop, and was about to miss another last night because her car is still in the shop. The “pastor” of Fellowship (I doubt he’s a real pastor, since he’s young and started the group in his living room) totally gave Daughter a hard time. He did not give Beau a hard time. There are other members of Fellowship who come to two activities a week, and they’re not given crap. Beau says they give Daughter crap about it because she’s more easy-going (pushover) and allows them to. But she’d had enough. She pushed back and told the “pastor” that she’s been at EVERY SINGLE ACTIVITY and event for months straight, ever since she joined, and it is not fair of them to give her crap for missing a few events recently so she can spend ONE night a week with her family, and that it is unrealistic to plan events for every Friday and Saturday (social times) and expect her to give up all of her life to participate every single Friday and Saturday. She said her family has already pointed out that she doesn’t have time for them, and that she’s seeing it now, and she’s done a LOT for Fellowship already and they don’t seem to see it or appreciate it, and they instead demand more of her time. Why don’t they get on the cases of the members who are only there one or two times a week? Why harass HER for only missing a couple of times lately? Why can’t SHE be one of those members who only show up here and there? And the straw that broke the camel’s back for her: she attends a women’s smallgroup (the group she’s going to Haiti with) within the large primary church every Monday night. She’s shared with me some of the conversation the smallgroup has, and I’ve been really impressed with the tolerance, coping and life skills the smallgroup instills in its members. The “pastor” of Fellowship (who BTW hates this primary church and complains that the church “sugarcoats” Jesus when it should be pounding threats of damnation and repentance into its members, like he does, and he makes fun of the Thursday night services Daughter goes to at the large church, gives her a hard time for going) told Daughter that she should give up her Monday night smallgroup with the large church and instead come to Fellowship’s smallgroup, newly started and scheduled for Monday nights (coincidence? I think not). He says several of the girls have approached him and said that Daughter should be with them and away from the large church for smallgroup. Daughter put her foot down and said absolutely not. She doubted that the other members in Fellowship’s smallgroup, many of whom she barely knows, would benefit from or care about her being there, and that she gets so much out of her large church’s smallgroup, and they’ve been together so long they’re like sisters, that she feels it’s very beneficial to her and was not willing to leave it. She also took offense to one of Fellowship’s female members who trashes the reputation of her smallgroup leader whenever the Fellowship member gets time to talk to Daughter, no doubt also in an attempt to get Daughter to leave Church for Fellowship altogether. Daughter’s best friend, also an avid churchgoing but not a Fellowship member, also approached her and said honestly, she’s offended because she barely gets to see Daughter anymore herself, but despite that would never say, “Daughter, leave Fellowship and attend only large church events.” But Fellowship has been actively trying to get Daughter to cut off her other ties. Daughter said she cried to Beau about this after he confrontation with Fellowship’s “pastor.”
Beau’s take? “I’m going to go talk to him. He’s NOT RIGHT. You can take whatever time off you WANT to spend time with your family and friends. I think we should rethink this whole Fellowship thing.”
HALLELUJAH!@$#
When she told me this I ran up and hugged her and confessed I’d been concerned about this for MONTHS and was hoping she’d figure it out on her own. I reiterated that when she had her fight with her mom, this was the problem, this unrealistic, unreasonable expectation of Fellowship to take each of her evenings, knowing that forces its members to split from family time; the problem was never about Jesus or her religion. She said she’s seeing it now. She might still be marginally involved with their activity one night a week (such as the day when they hang out and sing to some elderly people in a convalescent home), but she’s not going to be sucked in like before anymore. Kinda like what Rebecca said on Sunday — Daughter’s personal growth will be independent of Fellowship’s cultish practices. Thank You, God!

This is how annoying Fellowship is. The Saturday activity that they were mad Daughter has not participated in for the last 2 Saturdays in a row cuz she’d been with us? They send some of the Fellowship girls to a local Hooters, so they can talk to the Hooters waitresses about Jesus and try to talk them out of their sinful jobs there. For me it’s like, “Leave the poor waitresses alone, they’re not STRIPPERS!” Geez.

With Daughter’s newfound free time, free of Fellowship, she’d cleaned her room, done her dishes, and did a ton of laundry. When school starts today after spring break, she should even have time to study and pass her classes now. Imagine that.

Yesterday was an eventful day. Mr. W and I went to the beach and had a nice private visit with Rebecca. She focused mainly on the baby stuff. She said she definitely sees a baby out of this so not to worry and keep holding back any expectations or excitement, I don’t have to have my emotions so “in check” or be so paranoid. She sees the anxiety going away the most around 7 or 8 months, because that’s when the baby is viable enough that it will survive outside of me and that’s when I can relax. I guess I am being super-careful. When I walk by a smoker I hold my breath so as to not let any evil molecules pass to the baby; if I’m in doubt about a fish, I don’t eat it; I read about some correlation between eating peanuts during pregnancy and the baby’s future peanut allergy, so I’ve decided to cut out all forms of peanuts from my diet; I’ve been flitting around the nutrition requirements of pregnancy and panicking because my collection of supplements doesn’t have enough of this vitamin or that mineral, wanting to increase my daily intake of pills (it really is ridiculous how many supplements I take a day now). Rebecca told me to not worry about so much detail.
I asked her at what point a person’s soul comes into the fetus, because sometimes I feel connected to him and other times I feel very strongly he’s around, but on the Other Side, not in me. She said it was a great question and she’d never thought of asking that, so she closed her eyes and “asked.” Turns out, the soul typically flits in and out at will until about 2-3 months, then it may decide to settle in and stay. She says as borne humans, what keeps our soul attached to our physical bodies is our breath. Fetuses at that point don’t breathe, so it takes more to stay inside that body; it takes their actual will to stay in. This is why miscarriages are common in the first trimester; a soul flits in and out and then decides something (timing and situation, maybe) isn’t just quite right for them so they’re going to abandon this attempt and come back later. So the fetus/embryo, for whatever reason, just stops developing, and then the mother’s body gets rid of it. She says because I’m intuitive, the times when I feel like, “Welp, me and Riley are gonna go over there and watch TV,” vs. times when I feel like Riley’s doing something for us from the Other Side but isn’t with me and I can hardly believe I’m pregnant, could very well be when I’m aware of his presence in vs. outside of me.
I asked whether Riley and I had any past history (lives) together. That was my court reporter’s suggested question. At first Rebecca said that we definitely knew each other, but that she wasn’t getting any specific info. We talked about that a few minutes and she tried again. She got pictures this time; I was his mother once before, and he was very much about “I’m going to take care of you, mom.” I said, “Aww, how Asian!” She said well, no, it’s not Asian the way I’m Asian now; he looked darker-complected with narrow features, she thought he looked middle eastern or Indian. She was confused what my nationality was, because my rotund and nurturing body was quite dark, with wavy hair, and she couldn’t decide whether I looked Indian or African. I may have been a mixture of both. We were definitely alone, there was no dad/husband in the picture. It is also very much in the Indian culture that a child will be nurturing to their parent when the child is capable of taking care of the previous generation. She said that in this incarnation, Riley has very much the same attitude; he wants to come to take care of me. That was always my mom’s purpose for wanting me to have children — so that I wouldn’t be alone and abandoned in my ripe old age. My argument to my mom was that I would have friends who treat me like family, but she said that’s different, they’re still not family so I’ll learn that she’s right. Mr. W’s take on this was, “What, nobody expects ME to be around to take care of you?” Ha.
Rebecca also said that my hacking sneezing unhygienic courtroom assistant is not going to get me sick, which is something I was hugely worried about, as the courtroom assistant is oblivious and walks around coughing and sneezing into the air, and refuses to take time off for being sick. She is chronically coughing, sneezing, sniffling. Rebecca said the current hacking and stuff is allergies to dust around her in the courtroom, and that obviously, when the courtroom assistant turns on her desk fan (first thing she does EVERY DAY), it unsettles more dust and blows them at her, so she’s constantly having reactions.
At a point, we sent Mr. W out so I could ask a hard question about him. I wanted to know what’s going on with his poor memory and inability to focus and find the right words. She said he’s had a lot more time than I had to be exposed to bad toxic things, like chlorine in the water, poor diet, etc. His brain’s performance is suffering from a lack of proper minerals, which minerals are greatly depleted from our earth (I’d read something about this some time ago) and is therefore missing from our food supply. She recommended some mineral supplements and said it won’t interfere with his other medication. So I’m definitely going to look into that. Mr. W asked later why we sent him out, and I did tell him all this. I said I didn’t want him in there in case she said it was beginning Alzheimer’s or something, because I feel I can handle it alone and don’t want to freak him out. But luckily, it’s just a lack of nutrition interfering with brain function. He said it sure would be nice to be able to focus and think of what he wants to say again. I’m just relieved that 10 years from now, I won’t wake up next to a horrified Mr. W demanding I tell him who the hell I was and where was his wife?

After our session was my coworker’s session. Mr. W and I wandered around the beach town, walked the pier, and came back to meet up with everyone after they were finished. While we were out, Stepdaughter texted Mr. W and said she needs to pay $700 to her church to reserve her plane ticket for a week-long missionary trip she wants to take with her church women’s group (not the “cult-group“) to Haiti. She had brought this up to us before and asked what we thought; Mr. W didn’t say much but I thought this was the perfect time in her life to do this, and it would be so educational for her to leave the cushy OC environment she’d grown up in. She said she would fundraise to come up with the thousands it would cost, so this sudden request for $700 came unexpectedly. Mr. W right away said he wasn’t expecting to pay for her and we’d be gone all day, so maybe this year isn’t her year. (Stepdaughter had suggested the same thing in her text, that she knew how difficult it’d be with our baby expenses and her mom’s moving expense for either parent to help her out, so maybe this year isn’t her year to go. She was asking each parent to pay half, $350.) Everything in me told me Stepdaughter NEEDED this trip, and I started on Mr. W. I said I would give her the $350, I wouldn’t miss it, and I really feel that this IS the best timing for her. I argued that she doesn’t go, she will lose the motivation to do something for herself such as getting a job and fundraising, and she’ll just dick around all summer with the ridiculous cult-group and be the perpetually spoiled OC girl. He finally agreed, and said it’ll just be between me and her that we do this and he’s not going to stand in our way or have anything to do with it. I agreed and texted her right away. She was so grateful and relieved, and said that now her mom would pay. “And the process begins! I know the rest will be provided! And this is such a blessing and an incredible opportunity that I’m NEVER going to forget! Thank you thank you thank you :)”
I wrote back “I have a gut feeling this is something really good for you & the timing is ideal. No school, husband, kids, job. & I feel you will learn, it will open your eyes, & it gives you a goal for fundraising.”
She responded, “Thanks Cindy. Yeah I feel the same way! And I’m so determined to work for this too…not just fundraise but also get a job within the next 2 weeks to help pay and stuff…thanks for the support too!!!”
Since we were now back at Rebecca’s office with our coworkers, I told Rebecca about Stepdaughter and her desire to go to Haiti on a missionary trip this summer. Rebecca immediately closed her eyes to “ask” and then said, “Yes, she can go to Haiti. This is going to be a LIFE-CHANGING trip for her. They’ll be focused on, ‘Let’s preach this and that to them,’ and SHE’ll be more like, ‘How can you talk about that now? THEY HAVE NO WATER! What can we do? We need to get them clean water!’ She will grow tremendously from this trip and her life will take a turn. Maybe something with Peace Corps.” I had that same feeling! Rebecca said, “Well, you know! You’re intuitive.” (To skip ahead, after we got home that night, I handed Daughter the check. She was on her way to her mother’s for dinner and to get her mom’s half, and she told me her mom was “upset.” I asked why. Turns out her mom had hinged her contribution on Mr. W, saying she’d only pay half if Mr. W pays half, and she was “shocked” when she learned that Ana got her half from us. Appparently mom’s plan was to put it all on Mr. W, expecting him to say no, so that he would be the bad guy and not her, but since she set it up as “I’ll pay half only if he pays half,” she was now obligated and called on her bluff. I asked Daughter not to tell her mom that the money came from me. She said of course. She also told us briefly about the “Haiti Training” she got from church, how hot and difficult it was, how dirty, and they drank from simulated dirty water which was water with dark food coloring. She was VERY disconcerted about the dirty water.) I also brought up a concern about Daughter’s involvement with the “cult-like” religious group. Rebecca said the group sounded weird, but that it didn’t matter; they were just a part of Daughter’s journey and had no direct influence on Daughter’s fate. Her life and her learning was her own, independent of them. WHEW!

Around that time, my coworker returned from the restroom and joined us. She looked so much better, and just seemed lighter after her session. One of her close friends, another coworker (we’ll call her Coworker 2), went halfers on the hour-session with me and had gone in with Coworker 1 for moral support and to take notes. The four of us went for a nice seafood lunch nearby, and the Coworker 1 treated us all, insisting that this would be a celebration of her recently deceased mom’s life, and a celebration for the new life starting in me. Afterwards I thanked her for feeding my kid, and we parted ways.

Mr. W and I walked to the coffeehouse to meet up with Rebecca again for her open session workshop. Soon, my jubilation was increased as Idlehouse came by (I’d told her the next time she was in town, to let me know so I could tell her if Rebecca would also be in town for the free coffeehouse workshop; Idlehouse had a phone reading with Rebecca about a year ago), followed by my court reporter, my stepson (!!! by himself, too!), and Maggie and her hubby. It was great seeing everyone, and meeting Idlehouse in person. Everyone asked a couple of questions, including the Stepson. Afterwards, I walked Idlehouse to her husband’s car, where I waved at him, and smiled at her sleeping toddler in the backseat. What a lovely family. Then I rejoined Mr. W and his son. I asked what Son thought of his first dealing with a clairvoyant, and he said it was really cool. (I was afraid he’d been bored.) He want to come again for the next time. Yay! Son’s been growing up a lot in the past months, and I like the person he’s becoming now. He’s less contrary, seems at peace, and much more open. He’s been working out nearly daily, and Mr. W joins him at the gym whenever possible. The two of them bonding is probably what made Son come on his own to meet us at the coffeehouse that day. He also said he has outgrown the ghetto boys he used to drive down to hang out and do less-than-legal things with all the time. AND, he’s now coming into the realization that the universe is bigger and more inclusive than he’d previously thought, and that’s brought him some comfort.

After leaving the beach, Mr. W and I drove to my parents’ and dropped off the giant earthquake survival kit we’d made for them. They were shocked, saying they expected a little first-aid kit (which was also part of our giant survival rolling duffelbag). I said no, we’re making sure they survive for weeks given a huge disaster, but that if nothing happens in a year, to remember to break open all the food in there and eat it all. They said they’d have an emergency food party.

Well, just one friend: Ann. She’s had her ups and downs, and I’m banned from gymming, so she came over after work yesterday with a delicious Papa John’s pizza while Mr. W was pumping iron at the gym without me. She introduced me to amazing dipping sauces, which made me eat all my pizza crust. I’m drooling right now thinking of it. Anyway, we talked, laughed, and traded stories. I finally found out what she FIRST thought of me, given the odd way we met. She was afraid I’d be offended, but I didn’t find her opinion offensive, especially when “intelligent” and “compelling” were two of the words she used to describe me back in ’06. I’d practically excuse anything after that, haha. (There’s a joke in here somewhere about how she TRIED to stay away, and couldn’t, and found herself sucked into Cindy’s World. Can you blame her, with posts back then like this? We stumbled upon this post and I laughed out loud.) Also, we found out just how small the world is, not that we didn’t already know given how she and I met. It’s interesting to hear her side of a couple in which I know the different side, as we’d just discovered yesterday that one of her friends is married to someone I’ve known since high school. Interesting the images each side of a couple gives their friends, and how the picture looks put together. Life’s pretty cool sometimes. So are friendships, in which you can be goofy, introspective, philosophical, and open over pizza and garlic butter dipping sauces.

I had my ultrasound appointment this morning to check on the sac. The doctor found the sac without issue. It pretty much looks like just a black dot. He measured it and said it is at the right size for this time frame, then turned the vaginal ultrasound wand toward my ovaries. He said the ovaries look slightly enlarged, which concerned me, but then he said quickly that this is good; he’d expected some enlargement due to the process I’d undergone and am going through, but that it’s not overly enlarged, which is what he did not want to see. He went back to the black dot in the middle and zoomed in. With the mouse pointer, he circled the border at a part of the dot and said that this is the yolk sac. I didn’t see anything distinguishing this black part from any other black part, but then, I was looking at a wall-mounted monitor with poorer resolution than the one he was looking at. Mr. W was looking at the same monitor the doctor was, attached to the ultrasound machine, and told me afterwards that the “color” was different around the yolk part. I asked the doctor whether he could tell where the sac was attached in my uterus. He said he couldn’t yet, since he can’t observe the placenta yet, but that it’s somewhere at the top of my uterus. That’s good, because I read in my baby book that I definitely do NOT want it to attach at the bottom. That would create lots of complications if it’s too close to my cervix. So, according to the doctor, we are seeing what we expect to see at this stage, and everything looks good and normal. Yay! I’m successfully growing a black dot!

When I got dressed and met him out at the nurse’s station, I was given a printout of the ultrasound, which they’d placed into a little photo folder. We laughed, it was so cute. “It’s your first baby photo!” the nurse said. Here’s the inside of the folder:

I went to the phlebotomist station and had a blood draw so they could check my hormones. If the hormones (progestin, I think) look high enough, they’ll start weening me off the Progesterone shots at night. Currently I’m still getting 1cc injected into my butt muscle each night, followed by a nice butt massage and heating pad session, courtesy of the baby’s daddy. Mr. W must be doing a good job with the injections and massage, because altho I’d been warned by others who had walked my path and by nurses and doctors alike to expect tangible lumps or knots inside my glute muscles from the injected Progesterone in sesame oil (which my body should fully absorb and work out within months, they say), I don’t have any as of yet. I’ll update when the nurse calls me later with blood test results.

I had a brief chat over IM with Rebecca this morning. She ended the conversation with, “gonna have to go…sending love and good thoughts…and just for the record, I think this one is gonna take. I do want to remind you that I am not always right, but I am having a sense a fullness right now thinking about you and that’s why I think you are pregnant…xoxoxo”
People in the know have been asking me this week how I’m feeling. “I feel nothing,” I tell them quite honestly. “I don’t know what all these women complain about; pregnancy’s a breeze!” (Yes, they know it’s a joke.)

*** UPDATE:
The nurse called with my blood test results.
Progestin level: They’re looking for a number over 20. Mine is 74.8.
Estrogen level: 1327.
I’m instructed to reduce the nightly Progesterone shot from 1cc to .5 cc. They’re weaning me off! Yay! They also gave me a fistful of free syringes today cuz I was about to run out. I asked for a prescription for syringes, they gave me freebies. Yay!
I’m also instructed to reduce the estrogen patches from 2 (to be torn off and replaced every 3rd day) to 1 (to be torn off and replaced every 3rd day). My body is responding and making the proper hormones, so the doctor is halving all my doses! Yay!