Yeah, the title says it all. I got a not-so-nice reminder last night that I’m not normal right now.
I’d been feeling off for a couple of days: tired, lots of reflux, and just a general feeling of things not being quite right. Tie that in with a busy weekend that involved lots of walking around the farmer’s market and exploring Solvang and playing and just generally overdoing it, and you’ve got a recipe for nastiness.
At lunch yesterday, I felt really lightheaded. Washed out. My face and lips felt cold and clammy. I ate lunch and chased the feeling away. I kept trying to keep that feeling away with food, but by the time Mr. Grasshopper and I were driving home from work (we carpool), I told him about it and said that I thought I might start taking Nexium again.
It’s not that I was feeling heartburn. It’s that the food kept trying to crawl back up my throat. Yuck.
I felt worse and worse as the evening wore on. I made the mistake of powering through it. Very dumb.
Right before the Grasshopper’s bedtime, it hit. I lost my dinner. I lost my afternoon snack. I even managed to dig deep and lose part of my lunch. I guess you could say that we get the job done in this house.
The worst part though was that I panicked. Thank God my husband was there in easy calling distance. He kept me from going down that mental rabbit hole of fear. He just kept reminding me that I wouldn’t go back to where I was, and that I was going to be okay. The Grasshopper, bless her, wanted to help, too, so I sent her to wet a washcloth for my face.
As soon as I got through story time, I went to my bed and fell asleep hard. Not an, “Ahhh. I think I shall sleep now,” but one of those sleeps where your body and mind just kind of force you down. Also not fun, but apparently my body needed to rest and heal itself.
I ended up taking a Zofran last night and a Nexium this morning since I was still feeling some reflux. I’ve still got that heavy tired feeling hanging around, so I stayed home from work to rest this morning a little more. I’m also pushing calories to make sure I get my furnace going again.
Lesson learned: Don’t overdo it. One exciting activity per weekend is enough thankyouverymuch. And if I start feeling not quite right again, I will not be “powering through it.” This isn’t a marathon. The end will come with time, not effort. I just need to go easy and take it slow.
Lots and lots of hugs. Let’s write this off as “stomach flu”, okay?
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Can we write it off as a fluke instead? The last time I had stomach flu, I dropped 15 lbs below my pre-preg weight and couldn’t eat for a week. 😦
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Fluke sounds good, too.
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I am really sorry you had a sucky flashback and reaction to what sounds like a fun weekend. Me and my tummy are feeling for you right now.
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I’m sorry. I think you got it right as to what caused this and it is a real reminder that HG is a beast. I too experienced this when I overdid. I even put myself into pre-term labor at 32 weeks!
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If I ever overdid it, the nausea (which never subsided) got worse, even if I was nearing the end of pregnancy. Take it easy! 🙂
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Thanks for the love you guys. It really means a lot to have your support. Part of me is really worried that I might relapse. Or have the 3rd tri relapse early. That would be awful. Mostly, though, I just need to remember to slow down.
That goes for you, too, Kerri! You take it easy, too!
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Oh I am so, so sorry to hear this. It’s so easy to fall into the fear of the HG rearing its head and staying for a very long time isn’t it when you have a recurrence like this! I do hope that you are feeling much better now?
It’s been almost 3 weeks since I got my doctor to finally agree to give me some meds and in those 3 weeks I have put on 9lbs thanks to being able to get food down, which is amazing to say I lost weight and had then only gained all of 3lbs by my 21 week mark when I saw him. I think that, more than anything I had experienced and had told people, showed just how much the HG affects people. And it brings home just how important it is to stay on top of it as much as you can… so I hope you remember next time not to push yourself too hard if you start feeling rough and take the meds when you need to! I still feel sick daily, but only at certain times and it’s easily managed because I make myself rest when it happens. Hopefully, if you listen to your body you won’t have to experience such a horrendous return/reminder of the HG again!
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And don’t be completely disappointed if the HG returns a little toward 40 weeks. Some nausea toward the end means that labor is nearing! It can be a good sign also.
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*phew!* That I know. I’m just a little worried about the possibility of the 3rd tri relapse coming early. It’s been a rough few days.
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