August 3, 2009

• Rough Day

  Man am I glad it's not yesterday anymore. I felt like poo all day. I missed church, missed tacos with the boys and our neighbors, and just camped out in bed almost the entire day. I had a terrible headache and just felt extremely exhausted. I mean, I usually feel tired, but I actually had to get in bed and lay down. Sitting up was just too much effort. Late that evening, around 11:00, I felt a little better so I came out to the kitchen and made myself dinner. (Orange Sherbet and Saltine Crackers.) The neighbors were still over so we played a round of Wizard, and halfway through I almost had to dash to the bathroom to puke. That's when I started eating the Saltine crackers. They actually helped a lot. And quickly. It was the first time I'd actually tried them since I got pregnant. I've tried other crackers like Ritz, but the Saltines almost immediately made me feel better and kept me from throwing up. I thought that was impressive. I went back to bed around 11:45 and watched some HGTV with Jeremy.

  An hour later, the nausea hit again. It was terrible. I had to get my saltine crackers again and put some Crystal Light in my water bottle to wash them down. It was almost 1:00am and poor Jer had to be up at 5:30am. I felt so bad. I couldn't hold still because I was so sick and I was kept trying to change positions that felt better. Then at 1:45 I started crying because I felt bad, but mostly because Jer had to be up early and I was keeping him up. I also had to be up somewhat early for an important appointment for school. I finally fell asleep sometime after 2:00 after I cried myself out.

  Luckily, I got a call early this morning that they'd had to cancel my appointment so that was a relief. I still had a splitting headache when I woke up at 8, worse than the day before. So I got up an took some Tylenol PMs. I know I can take Tylenol, but not sure about the PM part. I can take Unisom so hopefully it's a similar ingredient. I was just in so much pain I didn't really care at the moment. It really helped too. I was able to get back to sleep and get three whole hours of solid sleep. That hasn't happened in a long time. I woke up when my mom called sometime after 11. She and I worked on finding a room Lauren, my sister, can rent. I actually found two different rooms on Craigslist available here in our condo complex. So I'm sure one or the other will work out. That will be so nice to have her out of our condo so that we'll have more space, but she'll just be two doors down if I need help with the baby or so we can do dinners together and stuff. I'm excited.

  Yesterday during one of my bad moments when I felt like poo, Jeremy told me I was doing a good job with the whole pregnant thing. That felt amazing, especially to hear from him. I just want him to appreciate me and how I'm feeling. Sometimes I feel like it's really not fair how little he has to deal with as far as pregnancy. Sure, he has to help me out more, and I'm sure I'm a little harder to live with, but it just seems like an unfair system. However, I still think I would choose this over the 12 hour work days he endures. As long as he does his share of diaper changes and 3am feedings, as I'm sure he will, I'll be fine with our arrangement.

  It's been about a month since my first dr. appointment, and they finally called me with my test results today. And just like I expected, I had a urinary tract infection. I think it's still lingering around so they got me some antibiotics to take. Hopefully that's been part of the reason why I've been feeling so crappy too. Maybe I'll feel a little better and have some more energy once those antibiotics kick in. That would be nice.

  My next appointment is on Thursday and I'm so excited/nervous. I feel like everything's okay, especially since I'm still having symptoms of pregnancy like exhaustion and nausea here and there. But I still worry. I worry something will be wrong, or they won't be able to find a heartbeat. That would just be devastating. I try not to think about it.

  I finally took a shower today. I honestly can't remember the last time I had one. It's been at least 3-4 days. I felt good while I was actually in there, and Mr. Potter sat on the ledge to keep my company. He rarely leaves my side these days. Right now as I'm sitting at the table blogging, he is sitting on the dining chair next to me just staring at me and occasionally sniffing my pizza. He often sits on my stomach now, which he never used to do, and it makes me wonder if he can sense something different about me. He's so funny sitting on my tummy, like he's protecting the baby. On Saturday we had two different babies come over, one around 4 months and one 7 months. He did really well with them. He just sniffed their feet and faces and came back to sit with me. They were both really happy babies though so I wonder how he will do if we have one that cries all the time. I think he'll just hide. I can't imagine him being anything less than sweet.

  Whew, that shower really exhausted me. My hair is totally crazy because I didn't have the willpower to blow dry it. After I finish here I will probably crawl back in bed. I'm so grateful it's just fatigue. I'll take that any day over the miserable nausea from last night!

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