One of those days...

So, now that the word is out about my pregnancy, this blog may become my ranting space for a while (just to give Ryan a break). :)

Soooooo.... I woke up with a slight sore throat on Sunday. I thought, great, I'm getting a cold. But the sore throat went away quickly with out any other cold symptoms so then I thought I just slept with my mouth open or something. The same thing happened on Monday but the sore throat lasted a bit longer. By the afternoon I had this horrible headache that almost made me dizzy. I took a nap for a few hours, which did help some, but the headache lingered. I noticed my neck really hurt (I thought I slept funny on it) and my eyes burned! It hurt to watch tv or open them for a long time. I thought I was just overly tired. I took some Tylenol and went to bed.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I had the sore throat again. I'm still able to eat and swallow so I'm not really sure what's going on. About once a year I get post nasal drip which is a bad sore throat with lots of drainage (tmi?) but my sinuses were fine so I was confused. I finally looked in my throat and, wa-la! My tonsils which are usually large are more red and have little white dots on them. (yuck, I know). So I call my Dr. and they want to see me right away. But I guess right away means the next day. I call my OBGYN to make sure that I'm not in any danger of having to rush in right now or something. They say I'm ok, so I take a shower and call Ryan.

My throat is getting worse and I see the spots are too. I call the Dr. again and they move me to an afternoon apt. Great. 1:00. I have to leave by 3:00 to take Ryan's parents to the airport. I can do it. 2 hours is plenty of time. I know I'll be sitting a while so I borrow Ryan's mom's book, The Hunger Games (third time reading it, still love it). I get in and do the paperwork (this is my first time to this family dr.) and I hear, "oh is that the pregnant one?" I guess it's better than "oh is that the one with the ugly face?" It's good they know I'm pregnant though because the shirt I'm wearing doesn't give any clue.

So the nurse does the typical blood pressure, weight, etc tests and I'm waiting for the dr. He comes in and he says, "hey, it's good to see you again". I think, hmm, I've never met this man before but ok. I tell him this is my first visit. He looks at me and says, "are you sure?" Silly man. I told him my friend was in a week ago and I've heard (multiple times) that we look alike. He remembers her (so he says) and says ohhh yaaaa.

Anyway, he's super nice and friendly and did his studying or fellowship or whatever at an OB's office so he's very familiar with pregnancy and us fat girls so that makes me feel more comfortable. He orders a strep test from a nurse. When he goes out to tell her to do it I hear him say, "Remember she's pregnant and has bad nausea. Put on your rubber scrubs." "oh great" "ya sorry". Um, hello!? I can hear you! They were joking, but still. I promised the nurse I wouldn't throw up on her. She didn't seem convinced.

She did the test, which hurt by the way, and went off to the lab. I'm reading my book. Forever passes and I need to leave for the airport in 15 minutes and it takes me that long to get home. I'm about ready to go tell someone I need to leave when I hear the nurse knock on the door next to mine and say "negative on strep" So that's good news. I'm waiting for her to come in, but she doesn't. The Dr. comes in about 5 minutes later. Yay no strep, but tonsillitis. Easy to fix he says. He writes me a prescription, I thank him and hurry home.

Ideally I wanted to drop off the prescription at the pharmacy, but now there is no time. I think I can drop it off with Ryan at his work and he can take it for me, but Ryan is not answering his phone. I'm hungry (because I didn't want to eat while they are poking around my throat) and tired and just want to go home to sleep. Of course there is a train in my way. I think I can beat the system and go a little farther down and cross over to the neighborhood there. Nope. It was another neighborhood with no exit that I could find. So I wasted time there, then get stuck behind a slow car all the way to my street! (a 10 minute drive turned into 15). DAH! I have to get back.

I park, leave my door open, run in, make a sandwich, go to the bathroom and we're in the car going to the airport. I didn't even remember Andrew's diaper bag! Good thing Ryan's mom did. Ryan's dad offers to drive, but driving sometimes helps keep me from getting motion sick so I drive.

Houston people drive crazy. They all drive fast and really close so I don't love driving on the freeway. Luckily Ryan calls me and tells me there is traffic downtown and to go another way. Pretty smooth sailing to the airport. I make it there in just under an hour. I give Ryan's mom her book, and say goodbye. We're on our way back, take another way home and I'm back before 5:30. Awesome.

I have time to drop off my prescription. I'm too tired to do it so Ryan says he will when I get home. Great. I get home and I can't find my prescription form anywhere! I tear the car and my purse apart....

I put it in the book...

Great. Now my prescription is half way to California.

I go inside and just break down. I feel awful and I just want to sleep. Ryan and Andrew come in to check on me and Andrew gives me lots of hugs. It helps. I figure I'll just call my Dr. in the morning and have them send the prescription over and I'll go get it.


TODAY. WEDNESDAY.

So my OBGYN's office wakes me up today. I had blood work and other testing done on Friday and she was calling with the results. I'm a little foggy because she woke me up and my voice is weird from the tonsillitis. She said I tested positive for strep b. I told her no, I don't have strep, I was tested yesterday. I have tonsillitis. She said strep b is something totally different. Oh ya. I forgot. I'm confused though. She said it's ok, I just need to be on some antibiotics now and when the baby is born. I tell her I have tonsillitis and that I'm going to be on antibiotics today already. She has to check to see if those antibiotics will work for both things.

Meanwhile, Ryan is now getting sick. Andrew is still sleeping, but yesterday on the way to the airport he threw up a little bit. It is so rare for him to do that, but I didn't think much of it. After doing some research, kids who get tonsillitis sometimes throw up.

I have a feeling it's going to be a long day...


(thanks for letting me vent!)

News...

In case you haven't heard...we are expecting another baby! I am 14 weeks pregnant and due in mid March. It still doesn't seem real to me. This pregnancy has been much harder than the first (and I thought that was bad!). I've been sick every day and I have been getting a headache every day for a month. The sickness varies from a combination of being punched in the stomach, hunger pains, eating so much I could explode and nausea. (it's confusing too, am I hungry or full?) I have very little strength and energy and need 8-12 hours of sleep. Some nights I go to bed when Andrew does around 8 and I wake up when he does at 8am. I usually wake up 2 times, and stay away for an hour each time. Not ideal, but if I wait to go to bed later then I'm super sick and I can't relax to go to bed and I end up with less sleep than if I wake up in the night. Oh well.

I've had a lot of help, especially from Ryan. He has been doing triple duty! He comes home on his lunch break when I'm really sick and feeds Andrew and puts him down for a nap. Then he feeds me and puts me down for a nap. Then feeds himself and goes back to work. Then he comes home from a hard day's work and takes care of us and makes dinner! What a husband!!! Some days I'm just too sick to be around food and Ryan really keeps us from starving. Literally. He makes sure I'm eating a little bit all day to help my nausea. At night, when I'm my sickest, he reads to me to keep my mind occupied and he rubs my back all the time. He cleans the house and plays with Andrew and NEVER complains. What did I do to deserve such a husband? I don't know but I am so grateful for him and his unconditional support and love though this tough time.

Andrew has also been my little trooper. On days when I'm so sick I just cry, Andrew will come over to me and pat my knee and say "mommy tay?" (mommy ok?). Sometimes I tell him no, and he gives me a hug and kiss and asks again. I'm always "tay" after that :)

Also when I'm lying on the couch, sick, he says, "mommy owie" and points to me or my tummy. We haven't tried to teach him about the baby yet. In due time.

Well, like I said, it hasn't set in yet and I don't think it will until we know if it's a boy or girl. Maybe not even then. Ryan is so excited and ready for a little girl. I have a feeling it's a boy though. Who knows. I just want him or her to be healthy... and stop making me sick.

:)