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Apparently, my body conceives every six months -- Hallelujah!! I am pregnant again, and the hCG tests are good!
Actually, I knew before the test confirmed it -- I have become so hypervigilant over my body's hormonal comings and goings, I could tell almost to the day of conception. Jim thinks I'm Wonder Woman, with some sort of extra-sensory perception -- I think that getting pregnant so often has just heightened my senses to the symptoms that I look for each month.
Wouldn't you know it -- I'm back at the children's hospital! It's eery that I am pregnant everytime I'm there. This time, knowing that I already have antibodies showing my exposure to a number of illnesses, I have decided to be more careful in my dealing with kids at the hospital. If I am just too uncomfortable in a situation, I will call the supervisor to take over. Regardless of the actual danger, it's not worth my sanity.
Not taking any chances, we started with the heparin injections immediately -- the very day I tested positive. I've also been dutifully ingesting one baby aspirin daily for months now. Jim is doing the injections for now. I plan to eventually be able to shoot myself, but for now, I am a whining, blithering baby. I hate shots. The needle's tiny, but not as tiny as I would like. I already bruise easily; I've read on the Internet of ways to prevent bruising, but I'm not sure that I want to take the time to hold ice on my thighs for 15 minutes, twice a day. So we're just going for it. This is it!
© Tracy Morris
