Well, 2016 has come to an end, closing out with my favorite holiday, Christmas. I typically try to spend the week of Christmas with my mom and dad. This year, my trip was cut a little short, since I had to return home for my second chemo session and iron infusion. I only have four “doses” of this chemo, meaning, I am officially half way done with this round!! And now that I’m past 20 weeks I’m also halfway to baby holding and schmoozing.
My doctor was impressed that I experienced such minimal side effects after the first session, and thinks the little bit of fatigue I experienced was most likely related to the anemia, and baby building. My hair did start coming out the week of Christmas though, so I guess I don’t get a pass on that side effect. All of my lab reports looked great and white blood cell counts were good, so my doctor was pleased with that as well.
My second session went well; it was a little longer than the last because of the giant bag of iron they had to pump into me. It looked like they were infusing motor oil. Dave and I chatted up the nurse and I colored in my adult coloring book to pass the time. The days following chemo, I felt just fine, no fatigue at all, and normal appetite. Too bad I can’t say the same for my pregnancy side effects. I’ve got heartburn, hip pain, dry skin, overactive bladder, and mozzarella stick cravings.
Some wonderful friends sent me Christmas packages that were waiting for us when we got back home. I also received a gift card and a cute baby care package from Hope for Two. If you’re looking for an organization to donate to, I highly recommend them. I can personally vouch that they are helping and giving back.
With a new year on the horizon part of me starts to get antsy about all the things I want to get accomplished before the baby gets here, and all the things I haven’t planned out yet. I even caught myself fretting about the next round of chemo which doesn’t even start until after little bit gets here. My goal this new year is to spend more time in the now and less worrying about tomorrow, because as we know tomorrow will worry about itself. Easier said than done, for the girl who gets giddy over planners and calendars, but I am determined to work on this. So in the meantime I will keep Romans 12:12 in view and take it one day at a time.