Oh, bum truffles...

... I got a call from my doctor this afternoon. Apparently, the water sample I gave on Friday (which showed signs of protein), has tested positive for ANOTHER water infection.

Which means I have yet another dose of antibiotics to take.

Bleh.

Doctor...

I finally went to the doctor on Thursday, after phoning for an appointment on 7th Feb - over a week ago.

I explained about how the Carpal Tunnel Syndrome was getting worse, and was causing me massive headaches too.

She signed me off for four weeks - which I was very grateful for, but at the same time, my stomach was in turmoil, as I knew my manager would not be happy.

I also had to go to the midwife, who found protein in my urine again, and sent me up to the hospital to hand a further sample in. Nice.

I went back to work, and told our Works Manager that I was going to be off for at least four weeks, and had to explain to him what CTS was, and why it wasn't likely to get any better within two weeks.

Yesterday, while speaking to Evil Co-Slave on the phone, he told me that my manager had spoken to him, and told him that she was disappointed that I waited until she was off site, before going off sick. Implying that it was deliberate. This despite the fact that I made the appointment from HER office nearly two weeks ago - and didn't KNOW that she was going to be off site until the day before my appointment.

I was so wound up over that yesterday, really - it completely ruined my day. I'd even made sure that the appointment was AFTER a really important audit that we had, so that I didn't let the company down, but I'm still thought badly off.

I've got to get out of this habit, of letting my work situation dictate my mood. I'm going to be away for at least 4 weeks, longer when I go on maternity leave, and I have to deprogramme myself.

I'm obviously going to have to spend ALOT less time on the computer, just so I don't end up exacerbating the CTS, so you guys might not see me around so much from now on.

Try not to miss me too much.

I'm feeling sorry for myself...

I'm feeling really sorry for myself at the moment.

For the last couple of weeks, I've had to wear wrist splints in bed, due to Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. My wrists, arms, shoulders and the right hand side of my neck are aching and tingling. I've pretty much got a permanent headache, which eases off somewhat while I'm at home... but that's only three days a week at the moment.

(Unfortunately, the splints have given me a nasty allergy type rash on the inside of my wrists, that ITCHES LIKE MAD!!)

Add to that the fact that I've got a flare up of sciatica attacking my back, and I just feel like crying.

God help me, I'm only in week 22.

I've made an appointment to see my doctor on Thursday, and am hoping that she will sign me off for a bit. However, part of me thinks that she will just send me home, and tell me to stop being a baby, and at the same time, I'm worried about work.

Gah, how much of a wimp am I?

20 week scan...

We went for our 20 week scan on Friday, everything seems OK so far. Unfortunately though, the sonographer couldn't get a detailed look at the bambino's heart or spine, so we are going to have to go back on 4th March. Hopefully we'll also find out what flavour we're having then too.

Grumpy old man ...

...It's Dave's birthday today. 34. He was making brekkie this morning, and I snuck into the kitchen behind him and turned the light off.

"Yeah, cheers for that Maria, VERY helpful," was his sarcastic response. When he turned round to turn the light on, I was standing in front of him with a little birthday cake and a lit candle in the middle.

He giggled like a two year old, while I called him a grumpy old man.

Purdy...

After we'd left the hospital on Friday (after receiving our TT results), we decided to go and have a celebratory lunch in Warrington. We'd only just taken our seats, when Dave went to the bathroom.

Except, when he returned, he had a very swanky jewellers bag with him.

Just the sight of the parcel made me quite giddy, but when I opened it, I'm sure that the squeal I let out could be heard by any dogs in a five mile radius!

During the pre-Christmas sales I had seen a rather fetching Gucci watch, which was outside of my budget - BUT, I'd just received my annual first aid allowance and thought I would treat myself. Dave convinced me that I didn't want to spend that much money, that we were saving for the baby, yadda, yadda. And I reluctantly agreed.

I saw the same watch, even cheaper in the POST-Christmas sales, but again, Dave persuaded me not to buy it.

And then - he went out and bought it for me himself. He was trying to wait until we'd had the 20 week scan, but because we were so relieved at the result of our Triple Test results, he couldn't wait any longer.

I'm spoiled.

Nice...

I had a midwife appointment yesterday, just so she could check how I was doing - and to have a listen to the baby's heartbeat. I always love that bit. I mentioned the tingling and pain I'd been having in my hands/wrists/arms, and she sent me upto the Occupational Therapy unit in our local hospital. After a very short wait, I was seen by a very nice lady, who fitted me for two horrific torture devices.

Apparently I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, which I have suffered from in the past, but 'coped' with. Now, I have to wear two wrist splints in my sleep. They are scary looking things - and I kept smacking either me, or 'im indoors in the face with them last night. Very disturbed sleep.

In other news... I'm nearly 20 weeks pregnant now, and Dave and I were talking last night about how soon it would be before HE'S likely to feel the bambino moving about, I thought it could be another couple of weeks yet, but as we were talking I was absently stroking my tummy, and felt the TINIEST little 'punch'. I got quite giddy.

Dave came over to the sofa and put his hand on my belly, but little 'un had moved away by then.

However, when we went to bed, we were both lying snuggled up, with Dave's hand stroking my tummy, - chatting about this and that (mostly about Dave's exam today), and the bambino decided to offer us a command performance, dancing/kicking away to his/her little heart's content.

Very slight movements from the outside, but definitely there.