Michael and I decided that we wanted to wait until the twelve week mark to announce the pregnancy. So, we'll be doing that any time now. Michael is very very excited to tell everyone, but it is kind of difficult to coordinate the timing with both of us being away from our families and each other right now. So, it'll happen when it happens.
I had a horrible migraine over the weekend and I really didn't expect it because it has been a long time, like over a year, since I've had one. I've never ever had one caused me to be as ill as this one. It was the hardest time I've had taking care of myself alone, just because everything was making it worse. Movement, light, sound. Everything. And what am I told to take for it? Tylenol. Ha. Yeah, didn't even notice I had it in my system.
The day before, I just had a headache, but nothing that had me stuck in bed all day. Then it turned into my horrible migraine and lasted for a little over 24 hours. The only thing that helped a little was holding an ice pack to my noggin, but ice melts and the kitchen felt so far away and every time I got out of bed I threw up.
I was told I needed to see a doctor (aka go to the dreaded ER) if I couldn't keep any water down for 24 hours. Bummer, right? Who throws up water? That seems a little dramatic of my body now that I think about it. Ha. I was throwing up everything though... It was concerning and to be completely honest, if circumstances were different I would have seen a doctor. If Michael were home, I would have gone before it ever got that bad. On the other hand, I wasn't about to drive myself, my good friends here are out of town right now, and the one other person I would call lives about an hour away. He would have been totally okay with driving me, but I wanted to avoid it. Luckily, towards the end I was able to fall asleep for a few hours and then I drank and ate a little bit, so I must have been feeling a better.
I still have a lingering headache, but nothing like it was. I survived. End of story. Ha. I'm afraid of getting another and I really hope I don't, especially with Michael gone. He's so sweet to me when I get migraines, I had quite a few the summer before last, when we were living together. He makes the room extra dark and quiet, brings me ice packs, and offers to make dinner or get me coffee.
I've lost 12 pounds over the last few weeks, just from being so sick. The midwife offered to write me a prescription for anti-nausea medication and some days I wonder why in the world I said no thanks! I mean, I'm doing fine without it at this point, but I've never thrown up so much in my life. It is getting pretty old.
Only a couple more weeks until I'm in my second trimester. I hope I get my energy and appetite back soon! I miss cooking and I'm really getting behind on chores!
The Bump update for the week: Baby Wiggles is now the size of a plum and most of his/her systems are fully formed!
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