The New Stuff

Well I suppose that I should update as its been awhile and I sit here wondering what I need to write about. I suppose we'll start with a Preggo update and move from there. Preggers and I went to her second appointment last Wednesday the 30th and we just really updated the status and the Nurse felt Pregger's uterus. We got to listen to the babies heartbeat and I couldn't be a happier man. It sounded so awesome. I almost cried. Held on this time though. We set up our next appointment and out the door we went. It really was mostly uneventful. So the up to date status is that Preggers is 14 weeks along this Thursday. She is doing well, although she though the nausea was gone, and although it was for a day or two it seems that its still around. Still no vomiting, just typical (typical for her anyway) morning sickness.



My new updates.....I am doing much better now. All the suck it seems is in the first week to a week and a half. My fingers and toes are no longer numb and tingly from the Chemo. Nausea is mostly gone if not all gone. I get an occasional fit of nausea once in awhile but nothing to complain about. The new stuff however is I have started losing my hair. Preggers and I were in the shower and she nonchalantly had asked if I had started losing my hair yet. The answer was of course no and emphatically I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and gave it a tug to show her how attached to my head it still was. Only it seems the joke was on me and fate had a different story to tell. My hand came away from my head with a large clump of hair. I thought well thats an odd amount of loose hair. So I did it again, with the same result. Albert Einstein once said "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results." So one last time for the insane I pulled out a handful of hair. I was so pissed off. Why now? Why not next week? For that matter why at all? So I said screw it and went to my favorite Barbershop and had Michelle shave it all off. Danielle and Michelle both took pictures that I may one day get a hold of and post somewhere. It still didn't change the fact that I was angry. I know, I know. I hear you all saying it. Wasn't it supposed to fall out anyway? The answer is...yes. I knew it, hell I expected it. Why then was I so angry? I don't have that answer. Hair isn't supposed to fall out. It didn't all go. Just quite a bit. Well it is all gone as I have shaved my head. Thats the only hair thats gone too. So far anyway For all I know my leg hairs are falling out as I type. I've been told that my eyebrow (yes, singular) is rooted somewhere deep, somewhere close to oblivion but not as far as infinity, so who knows when that will go. But I'm sure that you'll hear about that when it does. I can only bet I'll be angry then too. The fun starts up again on Thursday. 9:00 in the morning I'll be getting my blood taken and waiting to see the Doc. I am freaking ecstatic. I just wanna scream lets get this over with. But I don't really want to walk back into that building. I don't want to go anywhere near it. Whats worse is I still have so many rounds left. So I'll suck it up and put on a happy face and go (as if I have a choice). This is it for now. I have to go to sleep. Its late. Goodnight everyone!