Sadly in January of 2018 things went to hell in a hand basket. I went into labor at 17 weeks and lost our son. Come to find I had 2 softball sized fibroids and one baseball sized one and my uterus just couldn't stretch any more. It was excruciating and I fell into depression, coupled with PTSD from the induced labor I had to endure. The following spring we went two hours north to St. Louis to have a laparoscopic surgery (myomectomy) to have them removed. We had to wait 6 months before we could try again. It took another six months after that to get pregnant. In that year's span I got engaged, I lost both my furbabies Mina and Isis, changed jobs, got married and I grew another fibroid. It is tiny and watched like a hawk by my new local OB and my specialists in St. Louis. I go about once a month. I am almost 16 weeks along now.
I'm a high risk pregnancy to begin with (age, diabetes, PCOS) but because of my surgery I am not allowed to go full term or go through labor again. I will have a scheduled C-section somewhere between 35 and 37 weeks, depending on how things progress. It's been a hard pregnancy this time around. Extreme morning sickness (hyperemesis) still plagues me. I've lost 12 pounds but have managed to keep myself hydrated enough to avoid going to the ER for IV fluids. My anxiety is rearing its ugly head and exacerbates it. I also have a lot of pain, partly from it being my second pregnancy but partly because of scar tissue from my surgery. The job I'm currently at is extremely stressful for me. I've missed a lot of work, which made my anxiety worse...you get the idea. My husband and I made the decision for me to leave my job. So now here I am, an unexpected housewife.
So buckle up folks as I try to buckle back down into a more frugal, self sufficient lifestyle, pull off the housewife thing, and 3D print a tiny human.
So buckle up folks as I try to buckle back down into a more frugal, self sufficient lifestyle, pull off the housewife thing, and 3D print a tiny human.
