Weeks 7 & 8

I'm finally starting to feel a bit better.  The nausea got so bad that I was unable to keep much of anything down.  So, I called my Dr. and he prescribed Phenergan for me.  Unfortunately, the Phenergan just made me feel a lot worse and then knocked me out for 5 or so hours.  If food and water weren't necessities, this would be a great situation; I could just sleep away the days.  No dice though, so I called the Dr. again and they switched me to Zofran.  A lot of the message boards I'd checked out were full of praises for Zofran, so I was really glad when it started working for me.  I went from barely being able to stand in a cool shower (probably because of the lack of nutrients and hydration) to being able to run short errands and get back to chores around the house in about a week.  I still have to take it easy and keep my meals small, but I can actually eat and drink decent amounts throught the day.  I got some great advice on how to increase my water intake last night: orange crystal light.  It has lots of vitamin C and tastes like Tang.  :o)~  That and the cherry-limeade flavor are my favs right now. 

Week 8 ends tomorrow, but today was my first prenatal appointment.  I have a seperate post about that though. 

Pregnancy is definately a humbling experience for me so far.  It's amazing how different the experience is for each one of us.  Some people I talked to didn't even have morning sickness.  Some felt nauseas, but were able to control it with dietary changes and get on with their everyday lives.  I was hit extremely hard and found myself really scared at times.  It's terrifying to have very little control over the body you thought you knew so well.  I know resorting to medication was the best option for me and my pregnancy.  It stings a bit though to feel like I had to go that route when so many others can just tough it out.  It reminds me a little of a labor experience story that was shared with me.  I know someone who started having painful contractions really early on and had to deal with them regularly throught her pregnancy.  Then, closer to her due date, when she thought she was starting actual labor she wasn't sure if she should go to the hospital just yet because she didn't want to seem like a "wimp."  It sucks that so many of us feel like "wimps" because we chose to get an epidural or chose not to (or simply can't) breastfeed.  Even things like emergency C-sections and miscarriages seem to bring on feelings of failure in some way.  I guess that's one reason why it's important to me to try to share my experiences honestly.  Maybe someone will be able to relate well to my blog and feel less "wimpy" and more normal.

-Jessy