Monthly Archives March 2011

How I ended up in Labor and Delivery…. earlier than planned

Wednesday began like any other wednesday. I was STILL recovering from jet lag from my super awesome fun crazy wedding weekend in Utah. Yes, the Humanitarian Major got married. So of course I had to go. And then I made sure I was there long enough to see a bunch of friends. And then I had a red eye flight back and played the game “don’t get kankles” rather¬†unsuccessfully. (By the way, kankles, as defined by Urban dictionary, is where one’s calf turns into a foot without taking an ankle break).

Anyway.

Where was I? Oh yes, Labor and Delivery and how I ended up there.

Wednesday morning I noticed something strange. Something I haven’t felt in many months – what felt like early cramps. And my tummy seemed¬†unusually¬†tight sometimes. So I did what any good nurse would do – I ignored it...

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Comparing Childhoods

I’m very curious to see what kind of personality this little active baby of mine will have. Talking to husband-o-mine and comparing how we were as children has been very interesting and entertaining. I thought I’d share some of the stories.

Fannie: I was very shy as a child. Painfully shy. I would hide when people I didn’t know came over. Or if I didn’t hide, I just wouldn’t talk to them. My parents would have me do things like get napkins in a fast food place to break me out of my shell. I stayed shy until I started theater in high school.

Viddy: I pretended like I was shy, but had no problem walking up to Vice President Dan Quayle with grass stains all over my pants...

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Baby Wishes

I’m a pregnant Family’s Nurse Practitioner student who wants to specialize in women’s health, particularly specializing with couples who have struggles conceiving a baby.

I’ve always been interested in infertility management/treatment/diagnosis. Ever since I was in high school and my gyn started throwing around the word “endometriosis.” And even more so in college when I had that word confirmed (I have the pictures of my uterus to prove it – but I’ll spare you). My uterus and I have a complicated relationship, involving (in the past) lots of pain pills, microwave heat packs, and strong words.

Any research you do about endometriosis links it to infertility. I had that not-so-little grey cloud trailing me around from when I was 17 till recently (even though I tried not to dwell on it)...

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