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510.

No, seriously…. five-one-zero.

Holy cow. I’m in shock. My nurse is in shock. Did I mention I’M in shock?

My nurse called and said, “you’re still in the game, the numbers look great!” and I replied, “You’re kidding…!?”

What a dumbass thing to say. Of course she’s not kidding. Why would she lie? I don’t think I could say anything dumber. Gah! Actually, it got stupider. I then told her I didn’t believe her and she told me the number (510!!). I was stunned so she asked how much I was bleeding. A lot. How much is a lot? I would easily have called yesterday CD1 and it hasn’t relented.

So now I’m officially on “restricted” activity. What my nurse isn’t saying is that this restricted activity will have no physical effect on the outcome of this pregnancy. What I know that she’s hoping is that if I miscarry I don’t sit around blaming myself for lifting something too heavy, or overexerting myself, or whatnot. This “restricted activity” is merely meant to keep me mentally stable. Yeah.

Oh, and if I have any severe abdominal cramping, fever or vomitting, I must come in immediately to be seen. Yeah. Or something.

For the moment, I’m just plain grateful. We’re going for FOUR months this time! (Just kidding!) And you know, if this doesn’t work out, we’ve got the backup plan.

Off-topic:

Oh, I miscounted. We’re having 15 adults and three kids. And I’m supposed to be “taking it easy.” Decemberbaby asked what I’m cooking. I did most of my cooking last night: Mushroom Barley Soup, Baked Gefilte Fish, Chicken (just boring marinated chicken), Mushroom Tarts, Cranberry Apple Tart, Roasted New Potatoes, Green Beans with caramelized onions and pignoli, Broccoli Kugel (maybe), and um, I feel like I’m missing something. Dessert came from the bakery, because I’m lazy. And my nurse doesn’t want me doing any serving. HAH! ‘Cause that’s gonna happen.

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510.

No, seriously…. five-one-zero.

Holy cow. I'm in shock. My nurse is in shock. Did I mention I'M in shock?

My nurse called and said, "you're still in the game, the numbers look great!" and I replied, "You're kidding…!?"

What a dumbass thing to say. Of course she's not kidding. Why would she lie? I don't think I could say anything dumber. Gah! Actually, it got stupider. I then told her I didn't believe her and she told me the number (510!!). I was stunned so she asked how much I was bleeding. A lot. How much is a lot? I would easily have called yesterday CD1 and it hasn't relented.

So now I'm officially on "restricted" activity. What my nurse isn't saying is that this restricted activity will have no physical effect on the outcome of this pregnancy. What I know that she's hoping is that if I miscarry I don't sit around blaming myself for lifting something too heavy, or overexerting myself, or whatnot. This "restricted activity" is merely meant to keep me mentally stable. Yeah.

Oh, and if I have any severe abdominal cramping, fever or vomitting, I must come in immediately to be seen. Yeah. Or something.

For the moment, I'm just plain grateful. We're going for FOUR months this time! (Just kidding!) And you know, if this doesn't work out, we've got the backup plan.

Off-topic:

Oh, I miscounted. We're having 15 adults and three kids. And I'm supposed to be "taking it easy." Decemberbaby asked what I'm cooking. I did most of my cooking last night: Mushroom Barley Soup, Baked Gefilte Fish, Chicken (just boring marinated chicken), Mushroom Tarts, Cranberry Apple Tart, Roasted New Potatoes, Green Beans with caramelized onions and pignoli, Broccoli Kugel (maybe), and um, I feel like I'm missing something. Dessert came from the bakery, because I'm lazy. And my nurse doesn't want me doing any serving. HAH! 'Cause that's gonna happen.

Read Full Post »

510.

No, seriously…. five-one-zero.

Holy cow. I'm in shock. My nurse is in shock. Did I mention I'M in shock?

My nurse called and said, "you're still in the game, the numbers look great!" and I replied, "You're kidding…!?"

What a dumbass thing to say. Of course she's not kidding. Why would she lie? I don't think I could say anything dumber. Gah! Actually, it got stupider. I then told her I didn't believe her and she told me the number (510!!). I was stunned so she asked how much I was bleeding. A lot. How much is a lot? I would easily have called yesterday CD1 and it hasn't relented.

So now I'm officially on "restricted" activity. What my nurse isn't saying is that this restricted activity will have no physical effect on the outcome of this pregnancy. What I know that she's hoping is that if I miscarry I don't sit around blaming myself for lifting something too heavy, or overexerting myself, or whatnot. This "restricted activity" is merely meant to keep me mentally stable. Yeah.

Oh, and if I have any severe abdominal cramping, fever or vomitting, I must come in immediately to be seen. Yeah. Or something.

For the moment, I'm just plain grateful. We're going for FOUR months this time! (Just kidding!) And you know, if this doesn't work out, we've got the backup plan.

Off-topic:

Oh, I miscounted. We're having 15 adults and three kids. And I'm supposed to be "taking it easy." Decemberbaby asked what I'm cooking. I did most of my cooking last night: Mushroom Barley Soup, Baked Gefilte Fish, Chicken (just boring marinated chicken), Mushroom Tarts, Cranberry Apple Tart, Roasted New Potatoes, Green Beans with caramelized onions and pignoli, Broccoli Kugel (maybe), and um, I feel like I'm missing something. Dessert came from the bakery, because I'm lazy. And my nurse doesn't want me doing any serving. HAH! 'Cause that's gonna happen.

Read Full Post »