Diet Coke with no repulsion
Posted on 2014.03.30 at 21:14
It is said that most miscarriages happen before the woman even realizes she's pregnant - her regularly scheduled period is at most a day or so late. I, however, was paying attention. Last week I felt increasingly awful in that tell-tale first trimester way. I spent the week planning contingency plans for next winter, based on an early December due date. On Friday I took a pregnancy test and it was positive.
On Friday afternoon, I opened a diet coke and felt no repulsion. I drank it. It dawned on me that I felt absolutely fine. And I have felt back to normal ever since. If I get my period tomorrow, then it will be exactly on time.
Easy come, easy go - the technical term is a "chemical pregnancy" if the turnaround is this quick, I think - but I still felt a touch of sadness.
This all happened during Geebie Family Day Weekend, at a rental house on Canyon Lake. A very well-labeled rental house - the coffee pot indicated that it didn't use paper filters, the light switches all explained themselves, the trash cans distinguished themselves from the recycling. I appreciated that. We were pampered: crown molding with its own lighting for when you want twilight in the bedroom. Whirlpool tub (that went untouched). Sinks with no basin - just a fancy stone slab, angled, with a crevice in the corner functioning as a drain. Plush bedding that reminds you that expensive bedding actually feels noticeably amazing. (However, a house entirely floored with stained concrete is a pain in the ass, if you've got a baby whose skull you're protective of. There were two very short flights of concrete stairs. "Turn around, Ace!" we clucked, concerned. "Go backwards!" we said, approximately two thousand times over two days.) They gave us two souvenir pint glasses with their family name on them.
We planted cheerios, and interviewed the kids. We harvested donuts in the morning, for breakfast. We had hoards of friends join us for the party portion. I put on my party pants, and we fed them fajitas. I was distracted from the very, very quick demise of my pregnancy with some delicious sangria. (There is a lingering question - what if I'm wrong? I do not like this uncertainty. It would be convenient if I just get my period, but it's also possible it won't return for a few weeks.)
Before we left, I put dish soap in the dishwasher, by mistake. That shit sure does cause a lot of suds, I now understand experientially. I apologized a lot to the owners.
On Friday afternoon, I opened a diet coke and felt no repulsion. I drank it. It dawned on me that I felt absolutely fine. And I have felt back to normal ever since. If I get my period tomorrow, then it will be exactly on time.
Easy come, easy go - the technical term is a "chemical pregnancy" if the turnaround is this quick, I think - but I still felt a touch of sadness.
This all happened during Geebie Family Day Weekend, at a rental house on Canyon Lake. A very well-labeled rental house - the coffee pot indicated that it didn't use paper filters, the light switches all explained themselves, the trash cans distinguished themselves from the recycling. I appreciated that. We were pampered: crown molding with its own lighting for when you want twilight in the bedroom. Whirlpool tub (that went untouched). Sinks with no basin - just a fancy stone slab, angled, with a crevice in the corner functioning as a drain. Plush bedding that reminds you that expensive bedding actually feels noticeably amazing. (However, a house entirely floored with stained concrete is a pain in the ass, if you've got a baby whose skull you're protective of. There were two very short flights of concrete stairs. "Turn around, Ace!" we clucked, concerned. "Go backwards!" we said, approximately two thousand times over two days.) They gave us two souvenir pint glasses with their family name on them.
We planted cheerios, and interviewed the kids. We harvested donuts in the morning, for breakfast. We had hoards of friends join us for the party portion. I put on my party pants, and we fed them fajitas. I was distracted from the very, very quick demise of my pregnancy with some delicious sangria. (There is a lingering question - what if I'm wrong? I do not like this uncertainty. It would be convenient if I just get my period, but it's also possible it won't return for a few weeks.)
Before we left, I put dish soap in the dishwasher, by mistake. That shit sure does cause a lot of suds, I now understand experientially. I apologized a lot to the owners.
