Welcome to the Club

I miscarried my second child on September 18, 2011 at 9 weeks of pregnancy. Once I started telling others about it, I realized that miscarriage is a lot more common than I thought. It's kind of a secret club. And this is my attempt to understand it through blogging about it and talking to other members of The Club.
Showing posts with label beta levels. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Beta Levels and Celebrity Dreams

This week I had my blood drawn again to see if my beta levels had gone down enough. Anything above 4000 and I was a candidate for a D&C--even though technically I have already had the miscarriage. Well, for once, my body did something right. My beta levels were down to 600. No D&C. I have to say, I am thankful for that. I really wasn't looking forward to going to the hospital again. I have to go back in 2 weeks for another blood test, and my arms are so bruised and sore. Does anyone know a good cure for bruising? Just thought I would ask.

This week I had a very vivid celebrity dream. I have celebrity dreams a few times a month. Here's what you need to know about them: the celebrity is always someone who's passed, and usually someone from the 1920s-1940s. Given my work, that's not surprising. I have hung out with Paul Muni, Janet Gaynor, Charles Farrell, and Zelda Fitzgerald, to name a few. Billie Holiday came to sing to me once when I was sick. She touched my forehead, and I felt the imprint of her finger for a week.

This week's celebrity dream was weird because I hung out with Michael Jackson. Not someone from the Jazz Age. I remember he offered me a veil and I told him no thanks. Then we went to Kroger because he wanted a certain type of pasta salad. It was exhausting being part of his entourage. People crowded around us wherever we went.

In Kroger, a feral cat had gotten loose, and some snot-nosed teenager was dragging him out by the tail. Furious, I went up to the kid and yelled, "If I ever see you treat a cat like that again, I will kick your ass. Do you hear me?"

"No, say it again," he smirked.

"OK, let me put it this way. If I see you treat any animal in that way again, I will put my foot up your ass. And then I will turn it from side to side so my foot is actually f***ing your ass. Do you hear me now?"

And then I woke up. But I remember MJ was appalled at my language.

What does this dream mean? I don't know, but it felt empowering. Maybe Brandi Boyd can tell me. She began dream interpretation when we were in school together. Brandi, if you are reading this and you have a thought or two, leave it in the comments. :)