You know, I've heard of people possibly looking really pregnant and not actually being pregnant but having maybe a tumor in their abdomen or something along those lines. But I never thought I would be one of those people and LITERALLY look like I'm going to give birth here in a couple months. It is up there on my list of "cruelest jokes ever" and included amongst last January's positive pregnancy test followed up with a non-pregnancy. I did see someone today though who is in the same OHSS predicament as me. I thought she was pregnant (maybe 6-7 months along) until the nurse walks up and tells the receptionist that she and I both were checking out and just had a paracentesis. I feel bad for her going through this as well, but I also feel better knowing that I'm not alone.
I had arrived at the clinic this morning to have my blood drawn for my pregnancy test. Jamie, the blood draw lady, whom I love and is always so nice and talkative, asked me how I was feeling and we chatted for a little bit about how I look pregnant and it sucks. She said there are at least four other women in the clinic right now going through the same thing. After she drew my blood, I was told to head downstairs so they could check how I was doing. Long story short, Dr. Jarrett ended up draining another 2.2 liters of fluid from my abdomen before I left.
Having that much fluid removed makes me weak and tired. Kellen was at work and I had Khloe with me, so I was extra cautious driving home. I hate that I don't have the energy to do anything and have a hard time keeping up with Khloe. She hugs me and kisses me and tells me all the time that she's going to take good care of me. Today, I fell asleep on the couch after lunch while she was watching cartoons. I also feel guilty because all she did today was a whole bunch of nothing - and she even had to miss gymnastics this morning because I had to go to the doctor.
I also ended the day slightly frustrated that I didn't receive a phone call with my pregnancy test results. I hope to hear first thing in the morning - otherwise, I'll call and find out.
I had arrived at the clinic this morning to have my blood drawn for my pregnancy test. Jamie, the blood draw lady, whom I love and is always so nice and talkative, asked me how I was feeling and we chatted for a little bit about how I look pregnant and it sucks. She said there are at least four other women in the clinic right now going through the same thing. After she drew my blood, I was told to head downstairs so they could check how I was doing. Long story short, Dr. Jarrett ended up draining another 2.2 liters of fluid from my abdomen before I left.
Having that much fluid removed makes me weak and tired. Kellen was at work and I had Khloe with me, so I was extra cautious driving home. I hate that I don't have the energy to do anything and have a hard time keeping up with Khloe. She hugs me and kisses me and tells me all the time that she's going to take good care of me. Today, I fell asleep on the couch after lunch while she was watching cartoons. I also feel guilty because all she did today was a whole bunch of nothing - and she even had to miss gymnastics this morning because I had to go to the doctor.
I also ended the day slightly frustrated that I didn't receive a phone call with my pregnancy test results. I hope to hear first thing in the morning - otherwise, I'll call and find out.
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