These past few weeks have been a lot of the same...extreme fatigue, tenderness in "certain areas." Still no nausea to speak of, praise God (except the kind associated with migraines that I had even before I was pregnant)! I'm happy to be in the ~30% of women who get to escape morning sickness. I'm getting anxious to tell our families about the good news, but I know that the wait will be worth it.
I got a migraine on Monday, the last week of school before Christmas break. I almost went home early after A lunch, but I took a nap on my desk during C lunch and felt better after that. I felt pretty good during 6th period, but by the end of 7th I needed to get out of there. I left school right away, went home, and was asleep by 4. I took a nap with an ice pack until about 6. Lee had since come home, and I went out to the living room where he was. He made hotdogs, fries, and veggies for dinner, and knew I needed to get some food in my system. An empty stomach usually just made things worse. I was still constantly switching out our 2 ice packs, throwing one back in the freezer when it got warm and taking the other one out, but with little meds to combat the headache, I started to feel awful again. I told Lee I was going to try to take a bath then go to bed. I got in the tub and started reading. After about 10 minutes, I began to get sick to my stomach so I decided to take a quick shower instead and then turn in for the night. I drained the water, started the shower, and just as I got entirely soaked, it hit. I ralphed. And I mean ralphed. And since I had just eaten...well let's just say it didn't go down the drain. I knocked on the wall of the shower to call Lee. He came in and asked me what I needed. I said, "Does the drain plug pull out?" I could hear him start to come towards the shower. "Don't look in here!" I yelled, "Just answer me. Does the drain plug pull out?" He said, "No, why? Did you just break it or pull it out?!" He started to pull back the curtain, and I told him again not to look. "I just puked," I said, "...a lot." That stopped him. "I need a bucket...and probably the dust pan or something." He came back with said supplies and I started the nasty task of cleaning up. I got most of it, quickly finished up as the water started backing up, and snaked the drain as best as I could. When I got out of the shower, I sprayed Clorox on the tub, bucket, and dust pan. I got dressed, then went back to clean everything...exactly what I wanted to do while suffering from this dang migraine. The snake had tiny bits of nastiness in the bristles, so I made the executive decision to throw it away. When I told Lee later, he was angry. "That was our only one that fit down that drain!" I told him I didn't care, that they were less than $10, and if he wanted to clean it out, I would go get it out of the trash for him. He didn't respond. Yeah, I didn't think so. I went to bed, got up every hour or two to go to the bathroom and/or switch my ice pack, and slept fitfully between. When I got up again at 4:30 and my head was still pounding, I knew there was no way I could go to school. I called in sick, wrote up my sub plans in an email, and sent it to a few co-workers. I slept on and off until about 9, when I got up and was able to keep some toast down. By about 1:30 I started to feel better, no nausea or throbbing, but I still had a dull headache for the rest of the day and into Wednesday. On Thursday, I started getting sick. Sinus pressure, sore throat, runny nose. Wait a minute, isn't this how my last huge cold started? Great. Hopefully I don't lose my hearing this time.
~Hooks
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