1. So it turns out that yesterday's ultrasound wasn't to look at the baby. Silly me, I figured with my long history of secret miscarriages they were just going to take a peek and make sure the baby was still kicking around and growing properly. Especially since they're stuffing me to the gills with progesterone, which would inhibit the obvious symptoms of a miscarriage.
But no! They just wanted to check on some ovarian cyst. *sigh* The ultrasound tech had mercy on me and took a peek, which is one reason why I love this new new NEW obstetrician's office, but really they're worried about the cyst. But I get ovarian cysts about as often as I get huge honking zits. Unless it's bigger than my head, I'm not especially worried about it.
2. Also, stuffed to the gills with progesterone. This has left me sicker than sick. Right around the beginning of October, I crashed into a puddle capable only of eating peanut butter toast, visiting the toilet, and doing my genotyping PCRs. (And the genotyping PCRs sensed my weakness and chose that moment to revolt. That revolution has been quashed, but it was brutal.)
So they started with 200mg intramuscular progesterone injections twice a week, and added another 300mg daily *ahem* non-oral progesterone when the injections weren't providing enough of a jump. Urgh. All that surging around of progesterone has contributed to pre-medication brutal season of morning sickness and left me wiped.
3. Because I can't stop being a scientist ever, after a few weeks of injections, I had the following observation: the injection site developed massive, awful itchy welts about 12-18 hours after an injection. They go down after 3-4 days, but wow. Now, my OB had warned me about how some women develop an allergy to the sesame oil used as a vehicle for the injections, but I'm pretty sure I haven't developed an allergy to sesame oil. Why? Because I eat sesame seeds and oil all the time, and I haven't had a hint of an allergy reaction, not even mild oral allergy syndrome.
Plus, the non-oral progesterone, which is not in a sesame oil vehicle, also itched like crazy.
My hypothesis? I'm allergic to my own progesterone. My body has adapted to produce just enough that my cycle looks relatively normal… but doesn't produce enough to sustain a pregnancy.
So I told my OB my theory. She said that if I'd told her this two weeks ago she'd have just looked at me funny (n.b. she was looking at me funny at that very moment) but in the last two weeks she'd read several convincing papers about that very hypothesis. …I think I scared her a little.
We agree that it would be absolutely cool to be able to get a skin allergy test at your OBGYN's before you were even pregnant to see whether you would need progesterone support. Nuts, this could lead to a whole new direction of research on miscarriage… (Not that mainstream medical science does much, shame on them.)
4. On a completely different note, my son is getting pretty good at making omelets. I don't let him do any of the actual cooking, of course. And he's still a little timid when it comes to cracking eggs. But I need to do less and less remedial whisking for him every morning.
5. Breakfast Omelets – I've been living on these lately
- 2 eggs
- pinch kosher salt
- pregrated mexican cheese blend
- a few slices deli shaved ham
Preheat a griddle or frying pan. I use a nonstick griddle, so I don't have to grease anything. Whisk up the eggs and salt until it's all uniformly yellow, with no chunks of clear egg white floating around.
Fry the ham up till it's got nice brown spots and is smoking a little. On shaved ham this only takes a minute.
Pour it onto the hot (greased) pan and immediately use a spatula to get it to spread out into an even layer without too many bare spots. My egg runs away on me because my oven isn't perfectly level, so I just kinda scoot the runny bits around in a rough rectangle till they've set.
Sprinkle the cheese down the middle of your eggy rectangle, and drop the ham on top. Fold the sides up and over the ham and cheese, like a trifold letter, and you're done.
This whole business takes practice, but, after a week of morning omelets, I'm getting pretty good.
6. I didn't use my spiffy Saint Nicholas bishop cookie cutter this year – I was too tired to bake cookies. This makes me a little sad. On the plus side, at least I don't have to make a Buche de Noel for the lab Christmas party (which comes at the obscenely early date of… three hours from now. Crap.
7. GeekBaby has been very nice to me this whole time I've been sick. He's also been extremely cuddlesome. But he routinely asks “when my cooking and baking will come back?” which makes me feel like I'm letting him down a little.
I'm going to have to get back up on the horse though. We're having a D&D group pre-Christmas party on Gaudete Sunday, before Christmas spreads us out to the four corners of the earth. It's been a long time since we've been able to get together, and I'd like to have, you know, a real party. Not like the one last year where no one showed up.
Bonus Take: We get to have the anatomy ultrasound on our 9th anniversary! How cool is that?
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