Would you believe me if I told you that the last week and a half has been absolute torture? Today has been the first day I havent felt like a truck hit me after I ate some poisoned asian food from a buffet. I felt inspired to write.
About the bump: I got some blood work done at the first prenatal visit. I called my doctor for the results because I couldn't honest wait a week till I saw her to find out if everything was normal. I am glad I did. I had low progesterone levels so I ended up having to start taking supplements for that. This also required me to follow up with an ultrasound and follow up blood work a few days after I had started the medication. Not that I am complaining, I wanted to see that heart flutter on the screen as soon as possible. At the time, I hadent really been hit with the nausea bug yet and I was feeling a little optimistic about my situation... "looks like I'm going to be one of those people that never get morning sickness"
HA!
and just as quickly as this baby's heart fluttered on the screen, up came the vomit. I havent been sick like ever... in my life.. I cant recall a time I've ever gotten the flu, though I know as a child I HAD to have been sick at some point but because I havent been super ill in a long time, this 24 nausea game was miserable. I had constant build up of spit in my mouth and my stomach would trick me like "no no no.. youre fine... JUST KIDDING YOU SHOULD GO TO THE BATHROOM...... no no... youre okay" ALL day.
and okay I kinda saw that coming, it was either going to be me being sick or me not being sick. I knew it could happen. I guess I wasnt expecting it to be all day for 2 weeks straight with no breaks in between. I thought at some point I would get to come up for air.. but no man.... there was no break...
I havent ever laid in bed for a straight week until now.. theres been a lot of firsts I can definitely say that.
