My second boy was born in May 1988. I was 33 years old and it was another hard pregnancy because I kept going into premature labour for this boy, too. Unfortunately, for this pregnancy we lost all our local baby docs and the closest specialist was in the city. When I went into premature labour I was sent there for two weeks. They stopped labour many times and then it settled down enough to send me home. I went into labour here in Smallville again and my doc managed to get it stopped several times in the remaining weeks. He dragged me to magic number of weeks and let me go into labour. I was exhausted with two hard pregnancies in a row. However, it was a wonderful day when my younger boy was born. I couldn’t believe it that I only had a 30% chance of conceiving one and now I had two beautiful babies within 14 months of each other.
I believe in miracles. I thought I received my one miracle in my life when my first boy was born and now I had two miracles.
This boy is also 6’ 5” with hazel eyes. He’s the athlete of the family, however, struggles with dyslexia. He struggled through school and now works in advertising. I am so proud of him.
I went out and bought the kitty repellent and sprayed it around the bottoms of the window screens. I am only trying a few key areas right now and as it gets warmer I’ll have to go around and spray them everyday and discipline her if she tries to climb up them. However, she HATES the smell of the stuff and gives a wide walk around it so I am hopeful.
I did my 33rd injection on last Wednesday and this backing up shots to get to Sunday night is kicking the crap out of me. My husband wants me to settle out for a couple of weeks on Wednesday night injections, but I’m determined to get it done and not prolong the agony. I may as well bite the bullet and get the shots to the night that I want them. I noticed I have lost many “good” days by pushing back my shot night.
My next shot is Tuesday night coming up and I know it’s going to kick me back again. I could hardly get around last Saturday when I went shopping in Smallville. I had to go out to the car and sit down as I became so sick and exhausted. I have to push it back so I can have some sort of life as my weekends were a write off.
I believe in miracles. I thought I received my one miracle in my life when my first boy was born and now I had two miracles.
This boy is also 6’ 5” with hazel eyes. He’s the athlete of the family, however, struggles with dyslexia. He struggled through school and now works in advertising. I am so proud of him.
I went out and bought the kitty repellent and sprayed it around the bottoms of the window screens. I am only trying a few key areas right now and as it gets warmer I’ll have to go around and spray them everyday and discipline her if she tries to climb up them. However, she HATES the smell of the stuff and gives a wide walk around it so I am hopeful.
I did my 33rd injection on last Wednesday and this backing up shots to get to Sunday night is kicking the crap out of me. My husband wants me to settle out for a couple of weeks on Wednesday night injections, but I’m determined to get it done and not prolong the agony. I may as well bite the bullet and get the shots to the night that I want them. I noticed I have lost many “good” days by pushing back my shot night.
My next shot is Tuesday night coming up and I know it’s going to kick me back again. I could hardly get around last Saturday when I went shopping in Smallville. I had to go out to the car and sit down as I became so sick and exhausted. I have to push it back so I can have some sort of life as my weekends were a write off.
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Keep at it. I feel like a new man with a new life. M says I'm like a teenager with a rich daddy. So good to have the nightmare behind me. I have a new appreciation for life.
When's your next blood test and what is your status?
This must be so difficult to do so far into treatment, when I backed up 2 days (over 2 weeks) I was only 2 months into treatment. At 33 weeks, your body is so saturated with everything, I'm sure it's hard to tell one day from the next. Hang in there.
I have a blood test coming up next week. The last tests were holding the same. That's a good thing. They don't do rescue drugs here so everyday is a marked day.
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