17w2d
Omg, I am such a bad blogger. I know this. Dare I say... things have been... quiet?
No, I don't dare say that. At all. It's like turning your back to the ocean. Get ready cause you are about to get ripped by a big one.
That was a far more graphic image than I intended. If you have a dirty mind. Like me.
My days have been filled with constipation. And thinking good thoughts about Number Two. And FIBER. Lots of motherFLIPPING FIBER.
Constipation = straining = spotting. Another delightful image. Not bad though, just like 2 drops, and only when I wipe. And I've been for a gazillion ultrasounds, so we know there's nothing wrong with the bug or his/her uterine playground.
Dr. POC: Drink more water.
Me: If I drink any more water I'm going to drown my baby.
Dr. POC: Eat more fiber.
Me: Not possible unless I add more meals to the day.
Dr. POC: Take stool softener.
Me: Did you just say stool?
So I tried the aforementioned SS because the spotting and constipation was sending me into delirium.
I will not go into another graphic story about poo. But I will give you two words: Soft Serve.
And the SS's were no more.
I am going to try Act.ivia. Has anyone had success with this?
I give you my word (because that is worth so much), my next several posts will not include TMI from the heiny department.
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Thursday, April 8, 2010
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