According to my last period, which was January 22nd I am 10 weeks! How did I miss all the signs for so long? Well, I am ALWAYS super tired so when I became even more tired in February I didn't really think anything of it. I also started to not feel so well and I got FOUR cold sores, but I just thought it was from student teaching and being around kids all the time. It wasn't until March 11th when we drove to Puyallup to get a new car that I really started not feeling well. I just thought it was from riding in the car, I have always had a problem with getting car sick, and even though my brothers try to make me admit it was on purpose so I could have the front seat, it really isn't. So in Puyallup the car salesman drove us around a lot and I felt SO sick. The smell of the car made me feel sick, but I didn't throw up. Throughout the week I started feeling worse and worse and begin throwing up. It was like a snowball effect and by Sunday I could not keep anything down. Prior to that I could manage to eat soup and mac n cheese. Rufino kept asking me if I was pregnant I kept telling him no. I really didn't think I was because this is how I felt a few months ago and then my period started. Finally Saturday night (3/24) after I had consumed the last of the 7 up I told him I was going to go buy some more and get a pregnancy test, just because the flu should not last this long. So Rufino went to work and I took the test. And then I took another. Both times 2 pink lines showed up right away.
OH SHIT!!
This was not in our plan. I didn't know whether or not to call Rufino right away because he was working so I waited. Finally I called him for another reason and he proceeds to tell me that he thinks he has what I have because he feels sick to his stomach too. That is when I tell him, "There is no way you can have what I have." And he says, "Oh yeah, why is that?" And I tell him, "You know." His second guess what right. Let's just say he wasn't very happy. That type of news is a lot for a guy to take in. It was a lot for me to take in, but I think I handle things better.
So the day after the positive tests I begin to feel worse and worse. At about 7am I ate some mac n cheese and that was the last time I would be able to keep anything down until Monday afternoon. Sunday afternoon I called my parents and told them and then that evening I called my grandparents who just all happened to be eating dinner together and told them the news. Everyone else was definitely more excited for the baby than Rufino and I were.
So Monday morning after puking ALL night, I impatiently wait for my chose OBGYN to open for business. I felt so sick and I just wanted to be seen, I did not think it would be difficult to schedule an appointment, but I was wrong. They couldn't see me until April 13th. I began to panic thinking I would have to feel this crappy until April 13th! Luckily the nurse suggested that I go to the ER and get fluids, she also told me that they would prescribe me some medicine. So I hop in my car with puke bags. I literally only made it a block away before throwing up. So I get to the ER and I look like death, because a week of puking will do that to you. They get me into a room right away but it is a like a makeshift room where they keep supplies that smell like rubber. GROSS. The nurse came quickly but the ARNP didn't come for an hour. Eventually they hooked me up to an IV and inserted the anti-nausea medicine into my veins, and I had some relief! I got the the hospital room at 10:45am and I left the hospital at about 3pm. It was a LONG day. I immediately went to get my prescription filled for Zofran, excepted I was shocked to find out they only gave me 30 pills!!! and you are supposed to take them every 4-6 hours. I will be begging for another subscription on Monday!
Life on Zofran has been soooo much easier. I begin to feel sick about 3.5 hours after taking it, but I try to stretch it out. I felt so much better that Tuesday I went grocery shopping after class and felt like my normal self. So as I walked past the bargain section at Wal Mart I picked up an .88 pregnancy test, thinking MAYBE it was false and I'm not pregnant anymore, but the 2 pink lines proved otherwise.
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