ER Visit
I have been absolutely miserable for the past five days; I've had the stomach flu.
Not only that, but I was hospitalized!
So, it all began on Wednesday. I felt disgusting and icky. This may be tmi (actually this IS tmi) but I had diarrhea, rather than throwing up. Which, lets face it, I much rather of been throwing up then sitting on the toilet for eeeeeeevvvver. Anyways, on Thursday I began feel light-headed. I knew that I was dehydrated, so, naturally, I tried to drink more water-- that id not help, whatsoever. Later that day, I bent over to pick up my puppy (he's still too small to go down the stairs himself) and I got tunnel vision. At the point, I wasn't so worried about myself, but I was concerned for the baby. I had heard somewhere that you're supposed to drink way more water when you're pregnant, so being this dehydrated was scary for me. I immediately decided to go to the emergency room to get some fluids running- remember, I had the stomach flu and could not keep anything down, even water. I got there, and I was actually pretty pleased. The nurse took me back right away and hooked me up to an IV. I watched TV for three hours while I got three bags of water pumped into my system.
That's literally all that had happened this week--but, there is some exciting news about the baby!
My little one is now the size of a raspberry! Not too big, but much larger than a black peppercorn (4 weeks). As well as that, the baby's limbs are starting to become noticeable, and his heart and lungs are functioning. My umbilical cord has also formed and is supplying my baby with everything he needs.
COUNTDOWN: 8 DAYS UNTIL MY FIRST APPOINTMENT! WOO!
xoxo,
Sarah
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6 Weeks, Give or Take
October 20th, 2014
To begin with, I'd like to introduce myself (for the people that may actually take their time to read this.) My name is Sarah and I am 17 years old. On October 14th, I found out I was expecting a little one. In all reality, I'm scared. Not only am I scared, but I am petrified-- this is by far the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, but I have no doubt that I will make it work. Not only am I scared about being pregnant in general (finances, living, parenting, etc.) but I'm also scared about having a miscarriage. For this reason, I haven't told anyone other than my mom and my closest friends. I haven't been stressed per-say, but there are so many amazing things that I'd like to share with everyone, but I can't share a majority of things with everyone quite yet. So, naturally, making a blog was my first choice in expressing my feelings and thoughts towards the situation, as well as what I'm going through.
This blog will be good for my health, whether people read it or not.
Anyways, for those who would like to know, I am 6 weeks along. Yesterday was my "official" 6 week mark, so every Saturday is a new week for me! How exciting! I've already started taking belly shots. I've spoken with a couple of girls that are pregnant or have just had their babies, and one of the top regrets that I have noticed repeatedly is not taking enough pictures; this makes me want to take pictures of everything... Literally! As well as that, I've started measuring my belly AND my breast size (why not?). Right now I'm measuring 33 inches around my newly-forming baby bump and a 34D around my bust. I'm excited to watch my belly grow!
My first prenatal appointment is on November 4th, which is 4 days before my 18th birthday. I plan on telling everyone important to me at my birthday party ("party"), so there's two very exciting things to look forward to. One thing I'm not-so-excited for is telling my brother--yikes! He lives in Germany at the moment, while I'm living in the States. So, I'm going to have to tell him over the phone, and I have no idea how he'll react. I hope all goes well.
My future is still looking bright, as always. Some people consider a child so early a curse, and assume they'll live in the slums for the rest of their lives, but I see this child as the complete opposite. Knowing that there is a little human being growing inside of me gives me all of the strength and desire to continue with my plans for college and work. Before I knew I was pregnant, I was going to go to college-- now that I know I'm pregnant, I'm still going to go to college. My mom supports me, as well as my family friends and my closest friends, so I know for a fact that everything will be okay. It may be hard, but I know for damn sure that it'll be worth it. If anything, this situation makes me strive more than I ever have in my life. Not only do I want to achieve things for myself, but now I have another human being to achieve things for.
I do not look at this like the end, but only like a new beginning.
Thanks for reading this far, if you've gotten to this point at least. My next post should be either: Option A) In a couple of days, speaking about symptoms and such. Option B) Next Saturday on my 7th week mark, speaking about 7th week kind-of stuff. Maybe both. We'll see where the wind takes me.
xoxo
Sarah
To begin with, I'd like to introduce myself (for the people that may actually take their time to read this.) My name is Sarah and I am 17 years old. On October 14th, I found out I was expecting a little one. In all reality, I'm scared. Not only am I scared, but I am petrified-- this is by far the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, but I have no doubt that I will make it work. Not only am I scared about being pregnant in general (finances, living, parenting, etc.) but I'm also scared about having a miscarriage. For this reason, I haven't told anyone other than my mom and my closest friends. I haven't been stressed per-say, but there are so many amazing things that I'd like to share with everyone, but I can't share a majority of things with everyone quite yet. So, naturally, making a blog was my first choice in expressing my feelings and thoughts towards the situation, as well as what I'm going through.
This blog will be good for my health, whether people read it or not.
Anyways, for those who would like to know, I am 6 weeks along. Yesterday was my "official" 6 week mark, so every Saturday is a new week for me! How exciting! I've already started taking belly shots. I've spoken with a couple of girls that are pregnant or have just had their babies, and one of the top regrets that I have noticed repeatedly is not taking enough pictures; this makes me want to take pictures of everything... Literally! As well as that, I've started measuring my belly AND my breast size (why not?). Right now I'm measuring 33 inches around my newly-forming baby bump and a 34D around my bust. I'm excited to watch my belly grow!
My first prenatal appointment is on November 4th, which is 4 days before my 18th birthday. I plan on telling everyone important to me at my birthday party ("party"), so there's two very exciting things to look forward to. One thing I'm not-so-excited for is telling my brother--yikes! He lives in Germany at the moment, while I'm living in the States. So, I'm going to have to tell him over the phone, and I have no idea how he'll react. I hope all goes well.
My future is still looking bright, as always. Some people consider a child so early a curse, and assume they'll live in the slums for the rest of their lives, but I see this child as the complete opposite. Knowing that there is a little human being growing inside of me gives me all of the strength and desire to continue with my plans for college and work. Before I knew I was pregnant, I was going to go to college-- now that I know I'm pregnant, I'm still going to go to college. My mom supports me, as well as my family friends and my closest friends, so I know for a fact that everything will be okay. It may be hard, but I know for damn sure that it'll be worth it. If anything, this situation makes me strive more than I ever have in my life. Not only do I want to achieve things for myself, but now I have another human being to achieve things for.
I do not look at this like the end, but only like a new beginning.
Thanks for reading this far, if you've gotten to this point at least. My next post should be either: Option A) In a couple of days, speaking about symptoms and such. Option B) Next Saturday on my 7th week mark, speaking about 7th week kind-of stuff. Maybe both. We'll see where the wind takes me.
xoxo
Sarah
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