I have learned that there is no real medical name for this condition. It's that rare.
The current plan is for me to keep my bladder empty and keep doing the "position". In a few weeks the uterus should grow enough so that it will pass that place on the spine where it's getting struck. I'm sore today. All that pulling and stretching of the cervix and uterus. My bladder feels a bit angry as well.
Next time I can't pee (if there is a next time) I get the catheter which they will leave in.
All in all I am feeling grateful. I am pregnant. There is no danger to the baby. None to me other than discomfort which, as far as I am concerned, pretty-much describes pregnancy.
And Tonya, they did not test me for UTI. I am watching out for it since it think a catheter could certainly cause one. I have an appointment tomorrow. Maybe I will ask them to test me for one. Just in case.
On Monday morning before I went to the DR. I was in agony. Since Mr. Peeveme is out of town I was trying to get my 2 year old ready for the day which usually requires a bit a coxing. She's two. Doesn't want to change her clothes. Doesn't want purple pants..not wait....only wants purple pants after being presented with brown pants ect.
I was telling her, "Mama feels bad. Mama has to go to the Dr. The Dr. has to help mama and baby. Please be good. Mama is sick and needs to go with baby to the Dr."
I didn't really think she could understand all that I was saying. I know she understands when I say I feel bad or sick but I didn't think she understood about going to the Dr.
While we were driving she asked me, "Mama? Baby gonna make it?" My heart soared and sank at the same time. Soared becasue she had empathy for the baby. Sank becasue I worried her. So I assured her that baby was fine. Mama was fine. We just needed some medicine (we call everything medicine including my doppler).
Yesterday I got to see the baby on the u/s. It was brief and I didn't get a print-out (we had other concerns at the time). But I got to see him/her. It's a real baby. It was moving, putting it's hands in it's mouth, rolling over. I know I have done this before but seeing this was no less exciting or awe inspiring than the first time with Piccolina. A few weeks ago it was just a little blob now it's so real.
I really needed to see him/her. I have been feeling somewhat detached lately. I have been all kinds of worried about my detachment (A post is brewing, it's just too chaotic right now...it will take form at some point). I needed to see a baby. Not an embryo, not a schedule, not a pack of BCP. After all the medicine and minutia it took to get here it's easy to forget what the goal looks like. It looks beautiful.