I spent the weekend trying to sleep off nausea. Which doesn’t work, if you wanted to know.
I thought I was getting better, but I’m not. I had a few good days and now I have had several bad days. I missed Christmas dinner. I might be one of the few pregnant women to NOT gain weight over the holidays. I am tired and sick, and sick and tired.
Enough! Today I will pick up my prescription for Reglan, a Class B drug that will, supposedly, help my stomach empty faster and help me to feel less nauseated all the damn time. The doctor thinks I am on the extreme end of normal for morning (all day) sickness, but he wants to check my thyroid at my next blood draw (two or three weeks from now) just in case something is wonky there. And if all goes well, I should start to feel better in a couple of weeks. Because, though it is hyped to be a magical time of pregnancy, the second trimester can start off sucky and continue so until 18 weeks for some people. That would be another month for me. Another month of feeling like barf.
And I can’t do it, because it is officially tax season – hooray (not)! I am now Charles’ primary caretaker and I need to be on my game. So, Reglan, here I come!
What’s that? A post about something fun and nice, like Christmas, would be welcome, you say? Well, perhaps I’ll feel better tomorrow and less like complaining, hmm? Because other than my issues, Christmas was wonderful.