Showing posts from June, 2006
SUPER SENSES & MORE BRAIN FADE So far in my life I’ve only had to deal with my super keen morning hearing powers or “Bat Hearing” that maddeningly begins when I have just a few more precious hours of sleep before my alarm. This ultra perceptive hearing kicks in against my will and registers every sound inside or outside the apartment. I hear Joe munching his morning cereal down the hall, across the living room and at the other end of the dining room. I hear a woman talking on her cell phone out on the corner of 6th and Hauser – over a block away. No, I’m not kidding. I wish I were. But with pregnancy, I have a new set of super senses – smell and taste – I’m confident that the keenness of my new powers rivals those of a bloodhound. And I can’t turn them off. Since the onset of my 5th week, I have become vulnerable to how people smell and how recently they’ve washed their hair or even their clothes. I am tearfully grateful to come into contact with a freshly washed individual who i
WHEN YOUR BODY IS NOT YOUR OWN It feels like I’m regressing and yet somehow fighting to become a grown-up all at the same time in preparation for the peanut’s arrival. Yes, it was a pea until Tuesday when I had my first ultrasound and now she has clearly grown into a peanut. There she was all snug in her swanky little pad. Like a billion bazillion more times cushier than Jeanie’s padded and pillow’d bottle that I used to covet mightily as a kid. The peanut is busy chillin and placing orders on her cool intercom with all the jewel appliqu├ęs on it, “More placenta mummy.” “Mummy, be a luv and get me some kiwi, cantaloupe oh, and some of those divine blueberries.” The peanut is so unbelievably tiny you wouldn’t think that I’d even notice anything yet, but it’s a steady process of discovering the peanut's drain on my system. In the spirit of my regression, here is my book report on what I’ve experienced recently. There’s a Baby Inside Me June 16, 2006 By Ivy
IS THE WORLD READY FOR ANOTHER IVY? Well, I guess ready or not… It all started last week when Joe asked, “Did you call your doctor?” “Why would I do that?” was my puzzled response. “They left a message saying you were due to make an appointment the other day.” “Oh. Was it doctor crazy (my gp) or Dr Bo (my gyn)?” “Um, I think Dr Bo.” So I called and made what I assumed was my regular 6 month check up as I’ve been doing with Dr Bo for 10 odd years. I got there on Tuesday 6/6/06 and checked in, peed in a cup and sat getting my blood pressure taken when Shatirika the nurse practitioner says, “Ivy, I wonder why you’re here, it hasn’t been 6 months.” “Really? I got a call that I needed to make my appointment…” “Hmmm…” she said as she examined my file. “Oh, here’s a note from the doctor saying that you’re actually trying to get pregnant and because you’re over 40 she wanted to see you if you weren’t pregnant in 4 months. She wrote that she’d see about putting you on a hormone therapy to try