After my shower this morning, I laid down in bed for a few minutes rubbing my belly and talking to Maya. Here’s how our conversation went:
Me: Hello Maya, hellllllooooo!
Maya: [Kick]
Me: Hello little girl, how are you my darling?
Maya: [Kick]
Me: I love you Maya!
Maya: [Kick]
Me: Am I bugging you? Do you want to go back to sleep?
Maya: --Silence--
In other news, the Braxton Hicks contractions have continued. Last night I had 5 of them within about 45 minutes. I debated with D whether or not we should go to the hospital. Instead, I opted to drink a big glass of water and go lie down in bed. I ended up falling asleep but I did have three more BH, randomly, in the middle of the night. I know these things are supposed to be normal, but I gotta tell ya, they sure do make me nervous. I have decided to just keep a close eye on them and if they do ever get regular and consistent, I am heading straight to the hospital.
Speaking of nervous, last night’s dinner took years off my life. D and I decided to order pizza from our regular delivery place. We always get the same thing – half pepperoni and pineapple (for D) and half veggie (for me). Our pizza arrived and being the worrier that I am, I always put my half under the broiler for an additional few minutes *just to make sure it is fully cooked*. I have a really hard time trusting anyone to make my food right. So I re-cooked it, and sat down and had a big ol’ bite. I realized, at that point, I had bitten into a big mouthful of mushrooms – and (bloody hell) DIRT. DIRT!!! I ran to the garbage and spit it out. I was spitting for ten minutes trying to get rid of any and all traces of the dirt. I have no doubt I inadvertently swallowed some, it was unavoidable. And I don't need to remind you that mushrooms grow on shit.
I was beyond furious, arms waving and shouting at D. I wanted to call the pizza place and freak out on them but D wouldn’t let me because he was afraid they would spit on his next pizza. AS IF we are EVER ordering from them again!
I don’t have to tell you that I am the kind of pregnant woman who borders on full-blown insanity. I inspect my food to a ridiculous degree. I wash and re-wash my vegetables. I cook my meats until they are a blackened, crispy char. I have been known, on several occasions, to actually CALL the 1-800 numbers on packages of dairy products to specifically ask if my parmesan cheese is pasteurized. Nothing passes these lips without a full work-up and complete breakdown. And I just ate a mouthful of dirt. DIRT!!!
I really hope I didn’t just infect myself or Maya with some hideous disease or virus. Dirt fer fuck’s sake! Dirt. Good lord.
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Oh, gross! I think I would have blown a gasket if there were dirt on my pizza!
On the BH front, one of my coworkers started having contractions during around week 25 but made it to a full 39 weeks before delivering. They just watched her closely to make sure the contractions weren't progressing at all. Hang in there!
This gave me a (much needed) chuckle.
You are such a worry wart bless you.
You are right to be careful though.
I just can't wait until Maya raises an eyebrow at you for washing her carrots 64 times in a couple of years.
You did exactly what you are supposed to do with the BH. water and lie down. Good girl. You are preparing for when your baby girl eats dirt? I'm so sorry that your anxiety is still so high
For some reason the idea of dirt doesn't really bother me that much... strange how we all have the things that set us off!
I did try to call the 1-800 number for Tide detergent recently to ask a question, but it was the weekend and they were closed. After that, I lost motivation. :)
Your comment on my journal says that you had very few symptoms early on. However, I think I was looking at your journal just a couple days ago (for comparison) and I believe you were starting to get sore nipples pretty early on!
Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
blech! that's awful. they suck.
Are the repro mental health counseling visits helping reduce your anxiety at all?
Hey there, I've been reading along but too busy to comment. Just wanted to say Happy Mother's Day!
Your posts make me chuckle, too. Nobody can blame you for being extra careful but I don't think mushroom dirt is going to hurt you. Heck, I sometimes don't even bother cleaning mushrooms when I cook.
I think as a rule we eat way more disgusting stuff in the run of a day that we don't see. Sorry if that freaks you out, but just trying to provide some perspective.
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