Damn Your Nose! (Too Late)

Was thrilled to get an appointment with an ENT today to have the extensive packing removed from my nose. This was a very good thing, although my left nostril felt a bit raw. The kind doctor proceeded to put more stuff up my nose (numbing agent in anticipation of a fiber optic scope). When he removed that, there was a little fresh blood on the tip. The scope revealed a broken blood vessel on the inferior aspect of my left lower turbinate. And by the way? To say having a scope shoved up my nostril was unpleasant is like saying a compound fracture is uncomfortable. Once the scope was removed, he then proceeded to cauterize the blood vessel in question. Again, this was more pain than I had anticipated. My Lamaze classes are going to need a lot more practice. (I smell epidural....)

I don't know if any of you have ever had a silver nitrate applicator applied to any part of your body, but it's fairly painful. Having it inside a nostril, which is an incredibly sensitive area, was terribly painful. I was kinda hoping the marshmallow packing stuff being removed would be a relief, but the whole cauterization thing was far more intense. This was done at about 1 pm. It's now about 3:15 p.m. EST, and the pain felt like it was diminishing, but I'm wrong - it still hurts like a bitch.

Also saw the OB today. He felt bad that I had such a crappy weekend (really, it could have been worse). My uterus is measuring a wee bit on the small side, but I'm already being monitored via ultrasound and that's all normal, so my OB isn't too worried. He still wants to see me back next week, just to stay on top of my blood pressure. Today it was 136/78. The bottom number is fine, but the top is a little high for me. Thankfully it's down from my time in the ER.

I'm exhausted after a crappy night's sleep due to spontaneous nasal stuffiness (now I can breathe! Now I can't!) and Mr. Right jumping out of bed at 5:20 a.m., ticked off after not having slept a wink (poor guy). All my urgent work is done today, so I'm going to take a nap. I'll do more when I wake up.

And the bean? He's jumping, all right. That's my boy! A kicky, squirmy, little muffin. He's 34 weeks today. Just stay in there another 6 weeks, growing big and strong. Please, just stay another 6 weeks, and let everything be okay.

Bleeding, Just Not From Where You'd Think

Friday night we had a late supper of homemade broccoli soup and corn muffins. We lounged on the couch and watched the rest of Kinsey on the TiVo, which we enjoyed.

At about 10:45 p.m., I felt a little wet trickle from my left nostril - Happy joy! A nosebleed! I got some tissues and pinched my nose the way the What to Expect book instructed. Checked back in 5 minutes, still bleeding. Repeat four times. Mr. Right got very concerned and his protective mode kicked in. He wanted to bring me to the hospital but this was only my 3rd nosebleed ever (the 1st one lasted 30 min., the second, which was earlier that week, only lasted a few minutes). I said to give it just a few minutes more, it would probably stop. After continued flow and coughing up blood clots the size I haven't seen in ages, we decided he was right...time to go to the hospital.

We arrived at the emergency department at 12:07 a.m., and were seen shortly after that. They took my medical history, BP (147/88) and sent me back with a nurse. Still bleeding. They gave me a little basin for my blood clots. This came in handy because Mr. R kept making me laugh, which dislodged the clots. After being examined by a lovely pleasant doctor, they decided to pack my left nostril. Which involved numbing said nostril and sticking some kind of foam thing so far into my nose, I was truly shocked. But not as shocked when they told me it would need to stay in for three days. Three (3) days. They ran bloodwork, urine tests, which were all negative. Thankfully, no protein in my urine (yay!). They did an ultrasound of the Bee, who kicked and squirmed and displayed a fantastic heart rate. The kind doctor lady called my OB to confer, who said I could go home, but he wanted to see me Monday (this was terribly convenient, as my 34 week appointment was already scheduled for 2 pm on Monday). I was also instructed to take it easy. Which brings me to today.

I've just chilled out today, napping, reading, and baking brownies. I just came into the office (which is right downstairs from where we live) to check on an e*bay auction to see if we won shades for our bedroom (yes, we did! Yay for saving loads). As it's been a while I thought I'd update with the lovely story of blood and mucus. Gladly, I have not had any recurrent bleeding. When upright, my right nostril seems to close completely off, but thankfully if I lie down on the right side, it opens up and I am rewarded with unobstructed breathing.

Mr. R will be back soon. We were supposed to go to DC today to pick up a refurbished cast iron pedestal sink as we are completely redoing our bathroom. He wanted to stay with me today, but with our schedule I sent him off: "What are you going to do? Watch me sleep? Go pick out a sink! This is the only day we have to do this!" I heard from him about an hour ago, mission accomplished and he'll be back shortly. Yay! Missed him oodles, but glad we can get on with the whole bathroom thing. I'm 8.5 months pregnant, and we have no toilet in our bathroom... you do the math. Soon to follow, pics of the renovation in stages! Mr. Right's organizing and scheduling everything, which he's really enjoying. I'll just take the pictures. I'm going to go home and be stuffy there. Later, gators.

Happy Valentine's Day

I was just reading April's blog and it got me thinking of the ghosts of Valentine's Day past. I've had my share of ups and downs for VD, so I'll share what this day has meant to me over the years.

When I was in high school, I dated the same guy for three years (freshman year to the beginning of senior year). I worked in a florists after school, so I sent him a dozen sterling roses every year for his birthday and valentine's day. He never got me flowers, reasoning that I worked in a florist.... why would I want more flowers? He was a clod, and treated me terribly. Thankfully I began to develop some self esteem and broke up with him. Sadly, he tried to hang on to me for dear life and I remained terribly claustrophobic in relationships for nearly a decade.

In college, I started dating a guy who I met through mutual friends and was six years older than myself. He was funny and kind and we got along very well. We had only just started dating when Valentine's Day rolled around. I sent him a postcard. He sent me a dozen white roses. I was floored, as I had never received flowers before. It was a rush, and all my friends wondered what I had done to get them. We hadn't even gotten serious yet, so it certainly wasn't sex. We had a nine month relationship and had a nice mutual break up (we were both virgos). We still keep in touch, and I e-mail him every so often.

In my second college, I dated a guy who was not a great match for me, and I can't remember what it was about him that I loved, although at the time I thought he was pretty hot. I ordered sterling roses for him and made him a card, like from actual wood pulp. He dumped me. I was upset, mostly because I was the one being dumped; I certainly didn't think the relationship had staying power, but no one likes being rejected.

I dated another guy in college who was hot and we got along well; we both enjoyed Hellraiser graphic novels and watching creepy movies. For Valentine's Day, I conspired with one of his housemates and made him dinner, which we ate off of the floor, picnic style. I got him silk boxers, and he really enjoyed the gesture, so that was a nice day.

For my first Valentine's Day with Mr. Right, we were still just roommates at the time. I had come out of an unpleasant relationship, and Mr. R was a good friend from college and my new roommate in a new city. I was really looking forward to our Love Stinks VD to watch Robo*Cop and maybe order in some Chinese. At the last minute, this girl he had kinda been seeing called and asked him if he wanted to go to dinner (translation: take her out to dinner). He went and I stayed at our apartment in a pissy mood. His best friend, whom I had met once before, called and he cheered me up. We just bashed Valentine's Day and love in general, and wowed me with his Christopher Walken impressions. Perhaps not as great at the Love Stinks VD I had hoped for with Mr. R, but it did the trick.

Since being with Mr. Right... and April 21 will be our 10th anniversary together... everyday is like Valentine's Day. We don't go nuts for VD. Usually we do cards, flowers and dinner. I asked hubs what he wanted to do and he replied "Just to have a nice dinner out and spend some time with you." Now, keep in mind that we work together, so we're around each other every day. Granted, I do have my own office, but I miss the times when we worked out of one room and we were right next to each other. It's funny that I miss him, even though he's in the next room. Equally funny is that he misses me too. [Feel free to be sick any time, folks.]

There are times, due to work and deadlines, when we've had to postpone Valentine's Day to a day more in keeping with our schedule as opposed to the calendar. We went to the Russian Tea Room on one of these occasions, which was just fantastic. So sad they closed down.

This morning he presented me with a vase of tulips (which I absolutely love) and a card filled with the most lovely sentiments. I gave him my morning card, and I have another one I'll give to him later tonight at dinner. We generally don't do gift things, unless there's something really special that one of us wants. Being ever practical, I enjoy this approach. ; )

Mr. R has done so many lovely and romantic things for me since we've been together... I save all the notes he writes me, and these aren't even the shmoopie notes. I have one on my desk telling me to 1) Call my Dad and 2) Call Lauren at home, because he drew this cute little happy bee on it, with tiny little shoes on his wee bee feet. I mean, really! How can one discard that? I save them all, with their little illustrations or love notes. The most touching card he ever gave me for valentine's day was 2 years ago, during our first IVF cycle. In the card he drew our two little embryos and captioned them: "We promise we'll stick, mom!." I get teary thinking about it now... That cycle didn't work, but the sentiments expressed still mean so much... Ah, when we were new to IVF and filled with hope.

I love when we listen to Frank Sinatra and he sings "Luck Be a Lady" or I Get A Kick" to me with mad gesticulations... it always cracks me up and makes me feel special at the same time. I'm stunned that he looks at me every day like he can't believe I'm in front of him, and tells me how absolutely beautiful I am. I am not hot, so you know that this is clearly the love talking, but I know he means it. Then he tells me the rare find is a girl who's into geeky stuff (Star Trek, Sci-Fi, Horror), is hot, but doesn't know she's hot. Apparently meaning me. I'm just glad he thinks so.

Shmoopiness and romance aside, he is also the most dependable person I've ever met. I trust him implicitly, with everything. He's handy around the house and does not believe in the word "can't." He's talented, funny, patient, passionate, and my favorite person in the world. I can't imagine starting a family with anyone else but him. He'll be a fantastic dad. And on top of all of this, he's hot! He doesn't think so but he is. I've had friends tell me, and even people I've just met, so this isn't even my bias. Still makes my heart race and my toes curl.... gotta love that in a man.

Sunday morning we awoke to about a foot of snow. Inside, we woke up at nine and stayed in bed, cozy under the covers, talking and laughing until noon. Then we made a fantastic breakfast, put together the changing table and hung the roman shade in the Bee's room. It was a lovely, lazy, perfect day. Every day I awake and see his sleepy, smiling face is Valentine's Day. Instead of cheapening the day or the experience, it makes every day that much more special.

I hope you all are having a lovely day today, however you recognize the occasion. So now it's your turn... Please share what you'll be doing (or not doing) to celebrate Valentine's Day, or antecdoctes of years past. Feel free to go long. I'm sure Blogger can afford the bandwidth. ; )