Things began to shift last week. And not for the better. I was glad enough to have the guest post to take space up for Thursday’s post. I felt crummy enough that I just stayed home. I mostly laid in bed and watched a Destination Truth marathon. And felt sorry for myself.
Friday was my appointment with Dr. Awesome. She could tell that I was starting to feel bad. She offered to write me out of work completely, but I’m not quite ready for that. So she wrote me out for half-time. So at this point, I’ll be working mornings, and then coming home in the afternoons which is when I feel the worst. She did a quick sonogram, which was really good. We got to see the heartbeat. She said I was measuring at exactly 6 weeks on Friday, so it seems my math is pretty much perfect.
Here’s a picture. The dark circle is the amniotic sac and the little blobby thing at the top is the baby. The larger blobby part, which looks like the head to me, is actually the yolk sac, and the little squiggle next to it is the baby. Not much to see, but it’s there and the heart is beating, so I think that means everything is official.
It certainly feels official. I haven’t thrown up yet, but the nausea is settling in pretty well. I’m having major food aversions which sucks because I’m at the point where I can still feed this thing. As long as I keep feeding it, I can keep it at bay. That’ll probably change at some point in the future. The trouble is, eating just takes so much effort. The last thing I feel like doing is putting something in my mouth. It kind of sucks. It will likely get a lot worse.
I complained a bit to my doctor about all the food sitting right up under my chin whenever I eat. Reglan would be the thing to help with that, but I can’t take Reglan. Domperidone would be another option, but they don’t sell it in the US. You have to get it shipped from overseas. Also, it’s something that we want to avoid if possible because it hasn’t really been studied in pregnant women. It’s in the probably-safe-but-we’re-not-quite-sure category. So we’re avoiding that for now, and I’m just concentrating on not letting my food spill out the top.
I know I’m not drinking enough. If I drink when I eat, it’s bad. But since I’m trying to snack all the time, it’s hard to know when to drink. I need to find a way around that. Dr. Awesome suggested putting saran wrap over the open top of the glass and poking a straw through it. That way I won’t have to smell the water. I really appreciate that she gets it.
My mouth tastes like week old armpit. Which is odd because I just brushed my teeth. I can also smell the refrigerator. More precisely, I can smell that the air in there has been refrigerated. The temperature of the air stinks.
And I still just wonder which day it is that I’m going to finally throw up.
My husband is being an absolute rock. He is doing everything right now, and I really appreciate it. He has also agreed that it’s time to hire a housekeeper, so we’ll be calling about that later in the afternoon probably. The hope is that this will make all of our lives easier.