Unfortunately, I've had enough UTIs to know exactly how my body reacts to them. A couple of days ago, my body did something funny that made me wonder if I had one. I thought "nah!"
Until yesterday morning at 5:30, when I got up to pee for the 3rd time during the night. 1 time, yes. 2 times, yes. But 3? A little excessive. Then came the stinging, tingling sensation in my bladder, which kept me from going back to sleep easily. Well, that and my tossing, turning husband.
The alarm went off an hour earlier at 7:00 so I could be up to get to work earlier before The Appointment. I went to sleep after M hit the "snooze" but then the phone rang. It was my doc's office calling to say the doc is sick and they have to reschedule.
I was like "you've got to be kidding me! Up early AND I don't get to see the doc?! No fair!" So I asked M to set the alarm for an hour later and went back to sleep. Sort of.
M admitted he was a little disappointed. He was looking forward to seeing La Niña (which we've taken to calling her and which M says sounds like a tropical storm and which I sincerely hope our kid's personality does not resemble. . . I digress.) I immediately thought there had to be a reason for it, but by the end of the day had to admit I was a little disappointed too.
It was a pretty suck day but I got through it. The stomach is still iffy, the boobs twingey but not aching or sensitive, and I seem to be the slightest bit less tired during the day. I theorize this last one is because I'm eating throughout the day. But maybe not. Who knows.
The Appointment is on Wednesday. I'll be just shy of 8 weeks. I alternate between visions of a fabulous exam in which we see everything is healthy and visions of a heartwrenching exam in which doc is quiet and apologetic as things don't pan out. I push the latter out of my mind and go back to the first. I've tried to supress my hopefulness, holding out for The Appointment. . . but, secretly, hope comes creeping in when I least expect it.
~Nichole
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