I’ve not fallen off the face of the map, but I’ve almost found myself in the hospital for dehydration due to morning sickness with a (presumed) combined stomach bug. And, I haven’t felt like myself in over a month. Yes, I was sick when pregnant with my first. But, nothing like this. Nothing that transforms my normally energetic self into a bed-loving, zombie. My constant hunger goes hand in hand with my constant nauseousness. I’ve finally given into small doses of Zofran just to survive.
While I’m still on some of the hormonal support, the PIO injections were finally deemed unnecessary. My hips/glutes still ache, but they are always a reminder that this baby is worth it. A gift. A miracle.
Oh, and I finally popped. Or, I should rephrase: “I can’t believe that I popped so soon!” Yikes. I’ve also gained some weight despite the nausea. It really is true that every pregnancy is different.
In the midst of this exhaustion, an amazing lot has transpired. I ended up through the night with a client at the hospital during an emergency early birth. My husband graduated with his engineering degree. We face a potential move out-of-state. And Abby becomes a more grown-up girl every day.
This update may be short, but know that I’m still here and excited about a few more weeks to pass and to hopefully regain a measure of strength again. Until then, frozen meals and drive-thru restaurants reign supreme at our house these days!