Well, last week marked the start of my 7th year of teaching (8th year at GV) and wow was it a long week. =) I feel very excited about my year and my group of kids seem like they may survive me, which is always a good thing! LOL! I figured irony was a great title to this post because it is so relevant. Not only has it already been brought up in my classroom (I have some smart kiddos), but it seems to be the bane of my existance right now. Why, you may ask. Well, because of how I have been feeling and what it means.
The common question I get lately is "How are you feeling?" I try to smile and say ok or good, but really I end up looking all depressed and saying, "I feel like crap!" The worst part is, I am so excited to be here and in this situation! This IS what I have wanted, prayed for, begged to experience. But two and a half weeks ago, my body went AWOL on me and decided that even though food and I usually have a lovely relationship, it was going to kick food to the curb! Let me translate that...I can hardly eat and when I do, it is not much. And most of the time it is a gamble...Do I feel lucky today?! Let's just say, I have really started chewing my food into much smaller pieces!
So, this fits in perfectly into an example for irony because although I feel completely crappy (that may be a bit of an understatement), it is a great thing. It means the little beans are growing and although I hate it every time my tummy gets an aching pain and I know I am in the need for a few saltines and some water, I am grateful to know they are still in there and taking full advantage of the cush environment I have for them.
With all that being said, I have recently learned that I need to take it easier more now than ever. I unfortunately let my "morning" sickness get the better of me this past Sunday (yeah, and let it be said, there is nothing about my sickness that just happens in the morning...it is ALL day long lately). I ended up getting sick every hour (all while on a drive back to Vegas from my BFFs beautiful wedding). Thankfully my sister (you are amazing T, love you!) jumped in the car to drive me home without hesitation. There is nothing like puking all morning and then going for a 6 1/2 hour car drive to continue that feeling. Needless to say, it didn't get better but worse. When all was said and done, I called Dr. S and he told me to go the ER stat, that I was going to be severly dehydrated and that is no bueno for the beanies. So off to the ER we went, my hubby, sis and I. Fortunately, being preggers gets you a fast pass to a bed in the ER. We were there for a total of 2 hours, I got one solid, large bag of fluids (the IV in the arm made me weep like a hysterical baby), and I got a double dose of Zofran (an amazing anti-puking med). After paying a small arm and a leg, we had a prescription for more anti-puking meds for my very rough mornings and were home to rest for Labor Day.
I am feeling much better now and am hoping to get this puking epidemic under control (here's hoping!). We have another blood test this week and a 3rd ultrasound next week. I don't remember if I mentioned it in the last post or not, but we did get to see some heartbeats! Two strong ones...133 and 132. Grow beanies grow!
(They kind of look like little seahorses right now! This is them at 6w5d)
Now, I just look forward to every meal that I can actually hold down and am hoping I follow the stories of those who said their sickness only last the first trimester and not those like my nurse at the ER who said hers lasted 9 months. Really?! Why do some feel the need to really scare the first time preggo with tales like that?! That is just another post entirely! Well, night all and thanks again for all the continued love and support. It means the world to us!!
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