We had a very busy week because Jason's brother was visiting from out of town, so I had many plans lined up for today--my day off from "parenting." With Sydney up in Washington with grandparents, then today would be my catch-up day. I had grading, cleaning, grocery shopping, and perhaps even a bit of reading on the agenda for today. Even Jason had half the day off, so perhaps we'd even go to a movie.
But first up: a doctor's appointment.
Generally my appointment with the doctor is rather unextraordinary. She asks me how I'm feeling; I say, "As good as can be expected"; she asks me if I'm taking prenatal vitamins; I waffle a bit and say "mostly"; she tells me to come back in four weeks. I have few pregnancy fears, and few questions to ask, so I suspect I'm one of the shorter pregnancy appointments she has during the day.
Today's appointment, however, added some drama to the day. Some blood results had come back, and my doctor reported that I was very anemic. I was anemic before, but now per her directions "have to take those prenatal vitamins and iron supplements even if they do make me sick." And then because I happened to mention that the results explained why I had been feeling light-headed, short of breath, and exhausted all the time, she doubled her previously prescribed amount of iron. Hooray for me. Really. What's not to love about pregnancy?
Then after some measuring and poking and pondering, she orders up an additional ultrasound in three weeks because I'm on the very low side of normal. "Just to make sure everything is okay and on track," she assures me. I still don't freak out too much because I figure that if it were a real emergency she would have marched me up to get an ultrasound today.
I'm still feeling energetic enough after the appointment to go grocery shopping where I stock up on iron-loaded foods: dried apricots, prune juice, bananas. I'm determined to boost my levels. And after all, perhaps this whole "iron makes me ill" is just in my head. It's all a matter of mind over matter, right?
So at 11 am, I begin the battle against anemia by sending in the iron-clad troops. First, an iron pill. Then I promptly pour myself a glass of prune juice, tell myself that Dr. Pepper is mostly prune juice so it couldn't be too bad, and take a big swig. I resist the urge to spit the vile liquid from my mouth--"It's all for the baby"--and eventually finish the glass. I bought two gallons of prune juice today, thinking I'd be a good girl and get through them this week. Yeah. Might take me a little longer than that. It is seriously gross stuff, right on par with tomato juice, and I will have to do a bit of experimenting to see what the best method might be for consumption. Heating it up? Adding ginger ale? Cranberry juice? Whipped cream? We'll see.
And finally, rounding out the trifecta of reinforcements, I consumed an entire bag of dried apricots. Take that, anemia.
That was about 11:30. I go to a meeting at school, and get some planning done.
I'm holding strong at 1. I go home to get more grading done.
Around 2, my body has sent in the cavalcade. I am forced to pause from my activities.
And by 3 o'clock, my body sent in the Navy Seals, the Army Rangers, and whatever other elite group it needed to knock me down. Literally.
So, I may have overdone it a bit on the iron. From the sounds coming from my stomach, a true war was waging and my mantra of "mind over matter" quickly raised the white flag of retreat. Too ill to grade. Too in pain to read. Too weak to think about cleaning. There went my free day. At least Sydney was gone so that I didn't have to worry about taking care of her.
Body: 1. Me: 0.
No matter. I'm taking that iron pill again tomorrow.
I might pass on the prune juice.