Ticklish Giggles

I switched to jello for the rest of the day and it seemed to work well - and I feel more hydrated, too.

The Zofran works well, although I was still pretty much out of it all day today. I have no clue how I’ll do at the office tomorrow.

The kicker is that where one Zofran tablet seemed to last about 36 hours with Jesse, that is not so this time. It pretty much lasts the 8 hours dosed and I have to keep taking it to keep from vomiting - as I just learned a little while ago. I was trying to do without another dose, but when I finally gave in it was too late and I was sick. But that was the first vomit since early this morning, so that is good news.

So for tomorrow, I plan to buy some jello and maybe pudding cups (I was thinking about tapioca pudding this afternoon). I’m holding off of the root beer - too sugary and it makes me thirstier.

Oh, and I had the thought that maybe I could drink kool-aid or something ridiculous like that instead of water. At least it would get the water into me that I desperately need.

I’m convinced there’s a girl in there tormenting me with all this demand for sweetness. It’s so different from Jesse.

It has been a rough 4+ days. I got home on Thursday night and went to bed, vomiting a couple of times before finally falling asleep.

I woke up on Friday, feeling better than I did on Thursday, but still super nauseated. I tried to work for a bit, but couldn’t concentrate at all so I thought I’d take a nap and try again later. I didn’t leave the bedroom, except to vomit, for the next several days.

Saturday is a blurred memory of constant vomiting. I lost count of the number of times I threw up. Beau opted to stay home with me instead of going to church that night and since he needed to be at church on Sunday AM for parking, I called my Mom to see if she could come be with me while he was gone because I knew I couldn’t take care of Jesse at all.

Sunday was more of the same, but a bit better because Mom helped me to get a bit ahead on the nausea. But there was still a lot of vomiting that day.

Yesterday I woke up in the same terrible condition and I counted the hours to my appointment with the OB/Gyn. I threw up a couple of times while at the doctor’s and the nurses asked me how often I was vomiting and how long it had been like this. I told them I couldn’t even keep water down since Friday. So when my doctor came into the room, she immediately started asking about the sickness and wrote three prescriptions for me - the expected Zofran and also Phenergan in two forms (pill and suppository). She never said I have hyperemesis, but I think I do based on the description. She also didn’t say anything about needing IV fluids yet.

She confirmed the pregnancy with a brief exam and wants me back in there next Monday, when I’ll be at the 8 week point, for the full first exam with ultrasound to make sure the baby is OK.

I took a Zofran as soon as we got them yesterday and within minutes felt better. I opted for a Phenergan suppository last night (she recommended I only use those at night because they cause extreme drowsiness) and within an hour I was zonked out.

All I can eat is ice cream (fudgesicles)  and all I can drink is root beer. Everything else tastes completely wrong. I’m just happy to not be vomiting all day long. I’ll worry about nutrition later.

Please pray for us. I need to go back to work tomorrow, but I am still very weak and I have no idea how I’ll do at the office or driving. Beau is having to do everything at home and I know it is taking a toll on him, too. My prayer is that this will be intense but with an swift end. I don’t think I can handle this for the entire pregnancy.

So I have full confirmation that the Zofran does work. I’ve already puked 4 times this morning.

It’s going to be a long weekend.

That said, I think soup is my friend. For now anyway. I just ate a lovely, warm, and delicious bowl of tomato soup with cheese crackers and I feel much better.

Of course, this feeling of well being will last maybe 2 hours and then I’ll be hovering over the toilet again and wondering if I’ll ever be able to eat again.

Fun times.

Other pregnant women get up at 3am to pee. Not I. No, I had to puke.

And then again at 6am. And again at 7am.

Gah!

Got home last night from a puke free workday, only to greet Beau and then run for the kitchen sink to puke. And then I was sick again before going to bed.

So the good news is that the Zofran does the job when I need it, but I get no long term residuals from it after about 10 hours.

When I was puking my guts out for the fifth time yesterday, I thought to myself that I was going to beg and plead for a Rx for Zofran when I see my doc next week. I can’t keep water down, it’s that bad. There is no way I’ll be able to work at all, much less well, if I’m puking 5 times a day and not able to keep water.

Then I remembered that I had some leftover Zofran pills from my last pregnancy, but where could they be? We moved last summer so they could be anywhere…

It occurred to me that they might be in a pocket of this large tote bag/purse that I used when I took the training class two years ago. So I hunted and voila!  there they were! Two glorious little pills. Wait! Four glorious little pills.

They expired in July 2007 May of this year (the Rx label said to discard in 7/07, but the imprint on the pills packet says expiration was May), but I don’t care. I plan to take one today, tomorrow, and Thursday to get me through the work days at the office this week. And the fourth one for church on Saturday, if needed (we’re supposed to serve communion - that much talking (my line is, “This is the blood of Christ, shed for you.”) makes me gag).

Oh, and I’m posting this at 4:30am. I woke up needing to expel the excess saliva, thought I might puke and didn’t, so I got some cheese and crackers to alleviate the queasies. For now anyway…

I had the predictable fear of falling dreams while on vacation. Pretty much every night I had some dream that I or Jesse were falling to our deaths from some great height. I thought my newfound heights phobia was bad during and after Jesse’s time in utero. This poor kid is sending me over the edge, so to speak.

The other night I dreamed that I’m carrying twins. I think it is based solely on the fact that my morning sickness is so much worse than the last time. And my belly seems larger than it should be, but I started out fat, so who knows? I guess we will, one way or another, next Monday. I told Beau that if we do have twins that I’ll have them tie my tubes during the surgery at their birth because I’m done.

Speaking of which, I’m done. Seriously. I cannot do this morning sickness thing again after this kid. I just can’t do it again.

I think that I’ll add a puke-meter at the top of the blog since today marks the first puke of the pregnancy.

The shower got me this morning. The water bothered me and then I coughed. That got me gagging. Fortunately, Beau was in the bedroom ironing my shirt for work and he ran in to lift the lid on the toilet for me. Just in time, too.

This is way earlier than the last time, if I recall correctly. Such a bummer.

I thought it was just because I was super tired after our flight on Sunday/Monday, but I think the queasies are officially here.

Also here is the super smeller and my ultra-sensitivity to the shower. Fun times ahead!

Evidence of the super smeller came upon my arrival at home last night. Beau was cooking fries in the oven, but all I could smell was the burnt stuff on the liner in the bottom that was still getting burned. I got down to the kitchen this morning and I could still smell it, so his top priority for the day is to clean that out.

My shower this morning was an exercise in keeping the water away from my mouth. It’s easier in this shower than in the shower at our previous house, so I’m hoping for less puking from the tub than last time. I plan to start showering at night, too, to help keep the fuss in the mornings to a minimum.

Finally got around to making my doctor’s appointment today. Turns out that the OB/Gyn practice is no more. The main dude is no longer doing obstetrics and the two young and female associates have moved on. So I hunted up one of them through my insurance website - she is now part of another group practice and my first appointment is on Aug 18th.

Man, that’s just 2 weeks away! Wow.

The good thing is that she still delivers at Fairfax Hospital, which is where I want to deliver this baby, too.

I managed to make it through the vacation with no queasiness. Thank the Lord! I was tired, but felt great otherwise.

Then this morning at Dulles, right after we got our luggage, I felt the first hints of queasiness. I’m thinking that it’s because of the complete lack of any sleep on our red eye flight.

Note to self: Never book another red eye flight. Gah!

So we got home and slept for about 3 hours, but it wasn’t enough for me. I feel woozy and queasy. I think I’ll head for another nap soon.