I am 12 weeks pregnant! Even though in my mind I still can't believe it, my body sure isn't letting me forget it. I have had morning sickness all day everyday for the past two weeks. I haven't been able to move two feet without wanting to go straight back to the couch. The only thing that is keeping me sane is the bath tub. My mother always said a warm bath can fix anything. I feel awful for my husband because he is now stressed out because there is nothing he can do to help me. He has basically been my butler. Thank God for him!
Now let me catch you up on the past two weeks. I went to the doctor about a week and a half ago since I can't keep anything down and am nauseous 24/7. They gave me two shots of Zofran (anti nausea medicine) which didn't do anything! They still decided to send me home with a prescription of it to see if it would work and as I suspected it didn't work. I decided to go back to the doctor and they gave me raglan (anti nausea medicine) in an IV. I guess I am allergic to it because I got extremely anxious and felt like I was going to run out of my skin! I couldn't sit still and was literally freaking out! I pressed the help button in the room and the nurse came back in and took one look at me and said "oh no". She said she would be right back and had someone come in to watch me to make sure I didn't rip my IV out. Once she got back she gave me Benadryl which didn't do a thing. As a last resort she had to give me valium to calm me down. Once I finally didn't feel like I was going to go run a marathon the nurse told me she had seen that happen only one other time with a guy who actually ripped his IV out of his arm and went home. She called the guy at home and all he could say is I had to get out of there. I can completely understand why he did that. I thought about doing it as well. About this time my husband walked in to drive me home. The nurse told him he better hope this is a boy because he may not get another one haha. I will never get anti nausea medicine in an IV again! My doctor gave me a prescription of phenergan (another anti nausea medicine) and I can finally somewhat function once again. The nausea isn't completely gone by any means but it has made it tolerable.
Yesterday was the worst day by far! I decided to take my girlfriend's car to the store since mine is still parked at the doctor's office. On my way back from the store her car completely shutdown. I managed to coast it over to a side road. I could not figure out what was going on. I called my husband who was at work to tell him and we were trying to figure out what to do. I called our insurance company to see if they could send someone out to help, but since I was in a different car they said they would need the owner of the car to call. My friend who is also in the Coast Guard was underway on a boat so I couldn't get in contact with her. So what did I do? I walked my happy self 5 miles home! When I got home I was in tears. At this point I had had it with everything! Well needless to say there was nothing wrong with the car - just old fuel that needed to run through the engine. Oh I was angry!
I am just praying that this next week goes better than last. I am trying to be optimistic, but it is becoming extremely difficult. I have been on the phone with my Mother at least five times a day and every time I talk to her she gives me hope. She said when you see your baby's face this will all be worth it and I do not doubt that. Week 13 here we come!