The hormones are gonna get you. The littlest thing makes me well up now. If a touching commercial or SMS made me teary-eyed before, now it makes the tears run down my cheeks. Holy cow. This is like PMS on crack. Haha. I have a pack of tissue near me always.
A lot of people have told me to listen to classical music more. I’ve tried. Normally, it calms me. Now I get so bored! H and I have discovered though that I am more partial to oldies music now — think Nat King Cole, Doris Day, Joni James, Andy Williams… I’ve always liked their music but now I am in love with it. No other music calms me more than these old songs. When I’m being a grump or so tired, H puts on those songs, I pat my tummy, and it’s instant calm.
Maybe our baby’s going to be a crooner. Or maybe s/he’s an old soul. Remember the movie “Chances Are”?
I’m on house arrest for a little over a week. A stressful evening at work led to two days of fatigue, which led to some minor spotting. After a quick rush to the delivery room and a check-up with my fabulous OB, I was prescribed to get rest for a week. I’m also on progesterone now (in layman’s terms, pampakapit).
It’s not total bed rest. I can move around the house, for as long as I don’t do anything strenuous. H has taken up my share of the household chores. Funny thing last night while he was wiping the counters: “Okay pala ‘tong Clorox Wipes! Sa’n ba nakakabili nito?” (“These Clorox Wipes are great! Where can we buy more of this?”) Hahaha. He also learned how to use one of my favorite cleaning gadgets, the Swiffer Sweeper.
Now I just sit around and stay in bed. I’ve got some DVDs lined up for my time away from work next week. I can catch up on all my baby book reading too.
While I hate what happened a few days ago, I am very thankful that the baby is fine. I am thankful that my vitals are good, that nothing worse happened, that my OB was there to inform and comfort me, that my husband was by my side, that I kept it together (though I was in tears on the way to the hospital), that my family and friends have been very supportive.
I love what I do for a living, but a line has to be set now. No more late night meetings for me. It’s not worth the stress and the complications.
I’m much better today than the past few days. Physically, I feel stronger and more rested already. Emotionally, I am more wary about everything I do. I hate feeling helpless. I hate delegating. But I’m learning to accept the help of others, entrusting them with stuff I usually do myself. I’m also trying my best to maintain a positive outlook on things.
I find that thinking about the baby’s coming antics with my family, of possible names, singing and talking to the baby calms me a lot, so that’s what I do when I’m feeling a little tired again.
Today marks the end of the first trimester for me. On to the second now! Thanks for the support and the prayers. They mean a lot to me, H and Timmy baby.