Since October I have been dealing with work hazards while TTC. It started with sick wild life. I spent months at a wildlife hospital with a student on work experience. The animals carry diseases that can be harmful to people especially while pregnant. Those feisty little critters also do appreciate the care they are getting and bite, spray, claw and peck depending on what they have at their disposal. The doctor said I could continue, but no getting bit and no inhaling poo dust.
After the wildlife center was done, the next classroom I was in had a mumps outbreak. The instructor in the classroom started calling them chubby chops. I had just found out I was pregnant, which meant that I could not get the booster vaccine. Back to the doctor to find out what to do. The doctor checked my blood and found out that my immunity was still good. Phew.
When I am not in regular classrooms, I have been working in a trades shop. The main issues are welding fumes, filler and solvents. I wear a respirator, safety glasses, hearing protection, shop jacket and wash my hands every time I leave there. I met with a midwife yesterday and she really recommended that I leave especially during the first trimester, if at all possible. Just to be on the safe side. My boss is amazing, so it is possible. Today I told my boss I am pregnant. I would have preferred to wait until the first trimester is over, but she had already figured out that I was doing fertility treatments a while ago and there doesn’t seem to be a lot of point lying now. She gave me a big hug and I am out of the shop.
We sat down and started switching the schedule around. Things were going fine until we hit next Thursday. That is when I have the 9 week ultrasound. Why would I plan anything past that day? About 50% of the time I don’t believe I am still pregnant and can’t really talk or make any plans other than when is the next appointment. I still live my life in two week time blocks. Maybe it is partly a habit. For the last two years we have spent two weeks getting ready for a cycle and then two weeks waiting for results. I hit a wall when I try to look ahead past my next appointment. I am still battling fear everyday. Anyway, I can’t tell her all this, so I let her continue to change a few more days on the schedule until she decided to call it quits. The schedule where I work changes so much there is no point planning too far ahead. Relief washed over me. I am out of the shop and I only had to look ahead about three weeks. More than I wanted, but not too much. Thursday’s ultrasound seems like it is a year away.