I'm probably going to say this every week... but I can't believe I made it to 11 weeks!
I'm really starting to feel better, thank goodness. I have vomited every morning this week, but once I get past the morning I feel good the rest of the day (knock on wood). I decided to skip the oatmeal this morning, but the cereal I ate came up instead. Oh well. At least I feel better now.
I popped out two days ago. The difference is amazing. I'll put the belly shot we took last night in the next post. I haven't weighed myself since Tuesday, probably, so I need to do that tonight...
We have PD day at school, and I'm playing hooky a little by coming back late after lunch. I feel a little anti-social and would rather take a nap or veg at my computer... but TGIF!!!
Oops, almost the whole week went by without a post! Let's see... Monday was the very first day in nearly two weeks that I made it the whole day without puking! I did vomit a little Tuesday and again yesterday morning, but I feel so, so, SO much better! If I'm still feeling better tomorrow, I might tentatively say the worst is over!!
The good news about feeling better is that I'm enjoying my job more. I'm still behind, and will probably stay that way, but that's life. The kids are learning and that's the most important thing.
I don't think I've gained any weight yet, it's fluctuated some but I think I'm right back to my pre-pg weight right now. I'm starting to catch little glimpses of my belly even in clothes, which scares me a little because I haven't told work yet. Thankfully, I doubt anyone has noticed except for me. Since I have a small frame, anyone who noticed my belly would probably think I've just been eating too much. It's a good thing I'm at a new school, because I think my co-workers last year would notice for sure...
I think that's about it. Doctor's appointment Tuesday, in five days!!! I'm trying not to think about it, but of course I'm nervous they won't be able to find the heartbeat. But positive thoughts only around here!
Here I am, on the final march of the first trimester. Yesterday was really tough on the m/s front. 'nuff said. I'm working on getting ready for church this morning, but at this point will be doing well just to get to our little baby choir. Darn it. I can't remember the last time I sang in the adult choir.
So I consider the computer the halfway point between bed and doing something productive. I feel (usually) well enough to be out of bed, but not well enough to move around. Therefore, pg.org.
So my mother offered yesterday to come out here for a few weeks to help out. I'm just so far behind in housework and everything. We eat out almost constantly because we don't have the time/energy to cook/shop. If I knew that our house was going to be cleaned and I wouldn't have to worry about our next meal, it would be bliss. At the same time, I'm worried I won't have any time/energy to spend with her. If I'm not working, I'm almost always sleeping or throwing up. Al is just as busy - his plate is almost overloaded this semester...
I guess this needs more thought...
Doctor's appointment in two days! Fingers crossed.
Whew. Please tell me the worst is over. I threw up all day Sunday, starting around 2pm. Woke up in the middle of the night on Sunday night, laying on my stomach and completely drenched in sweat. I was so worried about our little one! Then I woke up Monday morning, went downstairs, vomited (very normal), and went back upstairs to get my gatorade. Coming down the stairs again, I slipped and fell a few stairs. Thankfully, they're carpeted and I landed on my tailbone (not too hard, either) so I didn't worry that much. It was just insult to injury, because I was already dehydrated and feeling so miserable. Poor Al. He gathered me up and took me to the couch and calmed me down.
After such a hard weekend, I didn't want to go to school but I had a performance that I could not miss (some board members were there). Anyway, during my lunch break I called my OB and asked about the sweating in the middle of the night. The nurse said not to worry about it, that the baby was well-protected. Then I mentioned the falling down the stairs and she told me to go to the ER to get an u/s and make sure everything was okay.
So I finally told work (under unusual circumstances) that I was pregnant. The head of the music dept was SO happy for me, and she had really bad m/s, too, so she's sympathetic. She offered to cover my afternoon classes for me, so off I went to the ER.
It was great to get some IV fluid, although my stomach really wanted to reject it - it just didn't know what to do with it since I didn't swallow it! I hate my stomach right now. The u/s went really well, and the technician was nice enough to give me a picture. I can't believe how active our little one is! Heart rate was 164, I think. The technician guessed girl, but said several times that it's really just too early to tell.
So I decided to take today off, and I'm so glad I did. I know I should be saving up my days for when the baby comes, but it's been such a hard stretch that I just needed some time to regroup. I was able to do our budget and I'm cleaning some, too! Yay!
Ever since I got those fluids at the ER on Monday, I have felt better. I haven't vomited since Monday morning, and only one or two slightly queasy moments all week. I'm afraid to pronounce the m/s gone for good, but it's been a great week.
I won an auction on Ebay for 59 pieces of maternity clothes. Lots of shirts, pants, dresses, etc. I got it for $62, so everything was basically a dollar apiece. It arrived yesterday, but I didn't make it past about 20 items of clothing because the detergent this woman uses didn't sit well with me. So I'm going to wash everything before I examine it more closely. I just might be set for the whole pregnancy, except for a few small things. I hope so, anyway. It'd be great to spend our $$ on baby stuff rather than mat. clothes.
The m/s is back. I was SO hoping it would be gone for good. I just feel terrible. Aside from thankfully feeling well enough to judge a competition yesterday, this weekend has been a complete waste. Sigh. All fingers crossed that it departs again quickly!
We took a 13 week belly shot this morning (I know, two days late, what can you do? ) and I'll try to post it later... Al has just been the greatest. He puts up with and supports me through a lot of tears, vomiting and gnashing of teeth. What a guy!
Oops, I missed a big post two days ago.... when I made it to the 2nd trimester!!!!
I'm a little excited.
Aside from a few waves of nausea, I think it's been an entire week since I vomited. I really hope I can say that the worst is absolutely over and I couldn't be more thrilled!
There are just two issues right now: food and clothes. Food first. We tried to eat out Friday night, Saturday morning and Saturday afternoon. All three experiences were disasters in one form or other. The details are too boring, but the jist is that eating a meal in a restaurant doesn't make a lot of sense for me right now. I can go from feeling absolutely starved to more full than after Thanksgiving dinner in about 3 minutes. It's crazy. So we've decided I need to get back to cooking for our sanity (and budget!). I'm going to recruit my mom to help me plan meals from a distance. She's dying to help in some way and she LOVES stuff like this. I think it's going to work out really well.
I'm in that terrible in-between stage with clothes. Almost none of my regular clothes fit anymore. If I can rubber band them or alter them in some way to make it work, they're just not comfortable. And they make interesting little bulges around my belly that make me look like I have an alien in there or something. Normally, I wouldn't care, but so many people keep inspecting my belly - it's never gotten this much attention before! Maternity clothes - most of them - just hang off me. I'm trying to do maternity pants with regular tops and that seems to be working pretty well. My BIL gets married in less than a week and I have NO clue what to wear to the wedding. I have a nice black dress that would have worked, but Al is the best man and my BIL chose a terrible brown suit for the groomsmen to wear. We can't put a black dress on me and a brown suit on Al - we wouldn't be able to be next to each other all night. Oh well, at least I have a few days to find something...
So happy to be feeling better! I (almost) feel like a new woman!