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January 28th, 2010We survived the trip to my brother’s wedding. We’ve been back for about a week now, and I’ve been spending that time recuperating. The plane rides with two ambulatory boys didn’t exactly go off without a hitch, but they went better than I expected. The trip in general was pretty hectic but a lot of fun, and I didn’t throw up once (not that I felt great, but I am very grateful for the not puking).
The boys had fun hanging out with their aunts and uncles and grandma and grandpa and ten cousins (there were usually more than 20 of us in my parents’ house at any given time). Here’s some evidence:
These are the six youngest grandkids on my side. They were all born in the last two years. The third one in was happy, but he’s crying because Lincoln was picking his nose. That’s my hand in there stopping him.

JJ is held by his uncle while clapping for a cousin that just blew out birthday candles.

This is how Lincoln watched the candles.

They played lots of fun games like Rock Band.


The boys even hung out while I played a little bit.


The wedding cake was a monument to family and teamwork. All of my sisters and my mom pitched in to help their poor, nauseated sister/daughter.

The remaining family not involved in cake making watched after the six children we have between us most of the day of the wedding while we worked on it.

What it lacked in aesthetic perfection, it made up for in chocolaty deliciousness (it was a dark chocolate fudge cake with chocolate mousse filling covered in chocolate ganache). Except for a small portion, which was saved for the bride and groom, it all got eaten.
On the last day we were there, I started bleeding. I was just a little freaked out, but I mostly felt pretty sure that everything was okay (it was). I had bleeding with the boys at about ten weeks, and that never amounted to anything, and this bleed was a lot more like that one than it was like my miscarriage, so that helped me not go crazy. It was a fairly significant amount of bright red blood (not just spotting), but after the initial bleed, things got drastically sparser and tapered off to brown in color over the next 24 hours, and I never had cramping or anything. I had an ultrasound as soon as we got back. The baby is doing great (growing on schedule, hb is 160+ bpm, and I saw some little wiggles), they didn’t see any hemorrhaging or clots or anything, my cervix is holding up so far, and my cyst is down to 4.5 cm. The doc thinks the bleeding was from my cervix due to DTD. I thought it was more blood than I would expect from that, but she offered some anecdotal evidence (which I will spare you since there’s already more than enough about bodily fluids in this post) that it’s not, so now I think so, too. She says it’s nothing to worry about.
As far as the Reglan is concerned, it’s mostly working. In fact, after a few days on it, I felt like the vomiting was gone enough that perhaps I was actually feeling better and skipped a couple doses. By the evening of that day I was hurling at least hourly and was a real mess, so I have decided to just keep taking it until I get a few weeks further along. (I’m still holding out hope that this time will be better than last, and I’ll be done with the nausea by the time my second semester rolls around.) I think it is making me a little drowsy, but it’s hard to tell if it’s the medicine making me tired or just being pregnant. I suppose it’s a little of both. (In either case, I’ve been taking naps when the boys nap and going to bed early, so I’m getting 10-12 hours of sleep on most days. As much as I feel like I’m wasting time, I don’t think I could function otherwise.)
Sometimes, though, I still get the pukes even though I’m medicating regularly. Yesterday morning I took my dose with a little bit of water then sat down on the couch and had a few bites of cinnamon raisin toast when my stomach said to me, Hey, you are going to throw up now.
Nooooo! I told it. I just took my medicine, and if I throw it up now, I won’t know how much of it got absorbed, and I will either feel guilty about taking too much if I take another dose or else I will be sick all morning because I didn’t get enough, so no. I am not throwing up.
Oh, yes you are, it said as it shoved the meager contents of my stomach into my mouth.
Oh, no I’m not, I swallowed back. We went back and forth a couple times like that before I decided it wise to have this fight with my stomach in the bathroom over the toilet and tile rather than in the living room over the couch and carpet.
We argued a bit more emphatically once I moved to the bathroom, but, the contents of my stomach being so meager, I was eventually able to win the fight by re-swallowing every time my stomach pushed out. I did lose a few drops out of my nose but otherwise nothing. That is how hardcore I am.
Anyway. I’m going to post this before I put it off again. Megan out.


