I'm so, so sorry. It's been too long, but I have excuses. Basically, for the last week and half I have been exclusively focused on making it through each day without having a break down or throwing up in inappropriate places.
I really hate sounding like I'm complaining, but I had absolutely no idea that my morning sickness (or all-day sickness) would be so bad. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that it's my body's way of telling me that our little eggy is still safe and sound, but maybe it could tell me a little more subtly. For awhile, I was nauseated constantly...every day, 24 hours, even in the middle of the night when I woke up to go to the bathroom. It was the worst in the afternoons/evenings -- cooking dinner, forget about it. Poor Doc hasn't had a homecooked meal in weeks. I've even switched to chewable prenatal vitamins since the others were making my throw up (very, very sensitive gag reflex).
I think my worst night was a couple of weekends ago when Doc and I were at Mass in the evening and it was so hot and crowded at church. I started to feel nauseous after the second reading and then it got progressively worse as we went through the Gospel and then the Homily. I forced myself to make it through the Communion and then I ran out of church, dragging Doc with me and we hightailed it home where I ended up kneeling by the toilet and throwing up...everything.
The next day I got a prescription for zo.fran and let me tell you, it is not the blessing that I had hoped for. It did absolutely nothing other than give me a freakin' monstrous case of constipation. I was so backed up, that it made me even more bloated and nauseous. During these hard times (pun intended), Doc's only medical contribution was to tell me that I could get relief by doing an enema or manual disimpaction (he did make it clear that he was not going to do the disimpaction). Needless to say, this information was not helpful and only succeeded in making me even more irritable.
Anyway, so all this rambling is finally leading to the fact that I may actually be feeling a little better. The last couple of days have been a little less painful and I've actually been able to go grocery shopping without feeling like I'm going to hurl on the tomatoes. I'm not holding my breath, but I'm praying...
My sons are 6!
6 months ago