My original plan was not to say anything until the 1st trimester was done. Mostly because I cannot even imagine trying to explain and deal with the other what if scenario. But, for whatever reason, I have had a couple difficult cases that I have really had to work around. Currently I have a 70lb dog that is a presumptive diabetic that is in DKA. Essentially the dog was not controlled and his body has subsequently begun metabolizing other resources, resulting in a metabolic acidosis. Care of this pet includes insulin injections hourly with IV fluids until we can get his blood glucose to a more livable range.
The really, super awesome part of this pet is that it is completely non-ambulatory. And it’s 70 lbs. How am I really supposed to move this pet even if I was not pregnant?
This is on top of having a ridiculous amount of pets needing radiographs. I just cannot believe my luck. Generally I don’t have any cases that require that much physical labor or x-rays, but heck why not? And naturally I also had to do an at-home euthanasia on a 80lb dog that was owned by an older couple, one of which had a stroke. Even more naturally, this pet had to be moved to a grave they had dug for her. I swear the grave was around 5 feet deep too. I am very happy I was there to help her, because the poor puppy was suffering, but seriously? Another giant dog to move? Thank the heavens that I have a really incredible staff that I can beg to do this labor for me.
Needless to say, I think once the ultrasound is in the books I really need to let Boss Man know. I am kinda nervous about it actually.
As for me…I feel pretty okay. Really, really tired, sometimes crampy with a mild back aches but in reality they really are minimal. GI crazy stuff I will not freak y’all out about, but also mild. And finally some nausea…I had to lance a cat abscess and almost vomited all over the table. I also decided I really can’t do scrambled eggs.
I, not shockingly, am still really nervous that the ultrasound won’t go well. Like probably more than I can even justify, and so bought more pregnancy sticks to test, and they are all wicked positive. With the positive line far, far, far darker than the control line. I take that as a good sign. At least I graduated from the expensive FRERs, so the Hubs doesn’t get quite so sad about me literally pissing money away.
One huge blessing is the Hubs. Ladies, he is so incredibly cute about this. He told me yesterday that he feels like he won the lottery. And He is already doing the adorable belly touching stuff. It’s super funny cause it’s all my winter padding now, but he just is too excited to even think about that. He makes me okay with waiting for the ultrasound. He says it will be okay.