To drugs. I do. I had to.
You might have noticed (I hope you did!) that I have been absent lately. I’ve been spending my quality time either in agony on the couch or in the bathroom relinquishing any and all food that I have attempted to keep down. Fun stuff.
Yesterday was my 2nd doctor appointment which also included an ultrasound to determine the due date of this kiddo. I went in with a plan. Beg doctor for anti-nausea medication. If doctor hesitates, become hostile if necessary. You see friends, my sanity was on the line. As you may already know, I do not have a high threshold for pain or discomfort, and stomach pain/nausea is the worst. I really believe that it can and has driven people crazy!
I felt like I was getting to that point. I was afraid to eat or drink anything because I didn’t want to suffer the consequences. Hence, the plan.
I was so excited about my doctor’s appointment that I arrived 30 minutes early. I told on myself as I checked in. When the receptionist saw how early I was she said, ” Uh, wow. Yeah, you are really early!” I blamed it on the “pregnant brain” knowing full well that wasn’t true at all. I know that appointment times don’t matter one bit at the doctor’s office, but I thought I might appease them by arriving super early. I was right! Since I was so early and the office was empty, they went ahead and did my ultrasound.
I will post pics of the peanut later. I am 8.5 weeks along, due March 29th. I have to tell you, hearing that baby’s heartbeat was golden! I needed to hear that and to see that teeny, tiny little baby in there. It really put things into perspective since I have been feeling pretty sorry for myself lately.
After the ultrasound, I regrouped to execute “the plan”. Turns out I didn’t need the plan at all. My doctor is awesome. After calmly explaining that I felt like crap and couldn’t function, he promptly wrote me a prescription for the good stuff. Good man!
So here I am this morning feeling like me again. It’s glorious! For now, I need to go and catch up on 2 weeks worth of writing and houework. Yikes!