The good, the bad, and the ugly
Very icky past few days.
It started out good. Tuesday afternoon I had my first OB appointment (that obstetrics for all you boys out there). It went fine, I love my doctor; she’s the same one who delivered my son, is very cool, only a few years older than me and is great. She did an ultrasound using the magic wand type ultrasound they use when the baby is teeny (kind of looks like a giant vibrator – no joke). This was fabulous because it confirmed that there’s only one baby in there (the Good)! Hurray! And, of course, the best news was that it also confirmed that everything is looking normal and ok at this point, which is also very important.
Left the doctors office, picked the kids up from daycare, headed home, and decided that morning sickness must be truly kicking in because I started feeling really lousy. By the time I got home, I was wrecked. I went straight to bed (at 5:30) and didn’t crawl out until the next morning at 6 am, when my son woke me up. I felt like complete ca-ca. I told Connor I was going to have to get showered, but when I dragged myself into my closet to pick out clothes, I couldn’t imagine going to work, I felt so horrible. My throat was killing me, but I thought it was just a sore throat from a cold. I was thinking: if this is what my morning sickness is going to be like, how the heck am I going to work for the next 12 weeks?! I didn’t think I felt feverish, but I had serious body aches. I went to the sofa with Connor and cuddled with him for a few more minutes before I decided to check my temperature: 101.4. I almost felt relived that I was sick and it wasn’t just horrible morning sickness.
Then I remembered reading how fevers are very bad in the first trimester. So then I’m freaking out about my temp, so I took it approximately 10 times over the next 10 minutes with my ear thermometer. And I have to say that those things must be fairly unreliable because my temperature varied from 101.2 to 102.8 over the course of that 20 minutes. In any case: high (the Bad).
My doctor’s office didn’t open until 8:30 and I didn’t feel like this warranted an emergency call, so I just took some Tylenol, managed to get the kids to daycare, got back home and crawled into bed. By then I was convinced that I had strep throat again. At 8:30 I rang the doc, and her nurse suggested I go see a regular doc about the throat and to not worry about the fever as long as medicine brought it down to more reasonable levels. So I dragged myself back out of bed, went to the walk in clinic and they confirmed it was strep, gave me a prescription for a baby-safe antibiotic and I went BACK to bed again. I then spent the better part of Wednesday and Thursday in my bed, just sleeping and feeling miserable. By Thursday my temperature had leveled off at a lower level (around 100.3 at its highest), but my throat still was NASTY (white, grossness the likes of which I’d never seen in my throat before - the UGLY!).
So I’m back at work today, but my throat still hurts like a bee-otch. My bod feels ok, but I question whether the throat will be completely healed by the time I finish my antibiotics tomorrow. It makes me think my last round of strep made the little buggers somewhat antibiotic-resistant.
It’s now 2:30 pm and I’m EXHAUSTED! After sleeping the better part of 3 days you’d think I’d be well rested, but I think the combo of the illness, not eating for most of that time, oh, and being pregnant (lest I forget), have just knocked me on my ass today. I’m already fantasizing about collapsing into bed tonight.
Still, I’ve already promised Connor we’ll go to the beach again this weekend. The kids and I went last weekend and had a blast! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I LOVE THE BEACH! It just makes me feel good to be there. Like being at the library.
Unfortunately, I also need to work some this weekend to make up for lost time this week.
In so-so news, my weight was at 145 lbs this morning. This from eating hardly anything for the past three days. Good for my ass, probably not so good for my baby. I’m already freaked about the long fever and the multiple doses of extra strength Tylenol I took for two days in a row. I know they say Tylenol is perfectly safe and the doc told me not to worry about the fever as long as the meds brought it down, but gosh, how can I not? I guess I’ll just look forward to my next ultrasound when they can once again confirm that everything’s ok.
OK. Gotta get back to work now. Unless I decide to lay my head down on my desk and sleep!
It started out good. Tuesday afternoon I had my first OB appointment (that obstetrics for all you boys out there). It went fine, I love my doctor; she’s the same one who delivered my son, is very cool, only a few years older than me and is great. She did an ultrasound using the magic wand type ultrasound they use when the baby is teeny (kind of looks like a giant vibrator – no joke). This was fabulous because it confirmed that there’s only one baby in there (the Good)! Hurray! And, of course, the best news was that it also confirmed that everything is looking normal and ok at this point, which is also very important.
Left the doctors office, picked the kids up from daycare, headed home, and decided that morning sickness must be truly kicking in because I started feeling really lousy. By the time I got home, I was wrecked. I went straight to bed (at 5:30) and didn’t crawl out until the next morning at 6 am, when my son woke me up. I felt like complete ca-ca. I told Connor I was going to have to get showered, but when I dragged myself into my closet to pick out clothes, I couldn’t imagine going to work, I felt so horrible. My throat was killing me, but I thought it was just a sore throat from a cold. I was thinking: if this is what my morning sickness is going to be like, how the heck am I going to work for the next 12 weeks?! I didn’t think I felt feverish, but I had serious body aches. I went to the sofa with Connor and cuddled with him for a few more minutes before I decided to check my temperature: 101.4. I almost felt relived that I was sick and it wasn’t just horrible morning sickness.
Then I remembered reading how fevers are very bad in the first trimester. So then I’m freaking out about my temp, so I took it approximately 10 times over the next 10 minutes with my ear thermometer. And I have to say that those things must be fairly unreliable because my temperature varied from 101.2 to 102.8 over the course of that 20 minutes. In any case: high (the Bad).
My doctor’s office didn’t open until 8:30 and I didn’t feel like this warranted an emergency call, so I just took some Tylenol, managed to get the kids to daycare, got back home and crawled into bed. By then I was convinced that I had strep throat again. At 8:30 I rang the doc, and her nurse suggested I go see a regular doc about the throat and to not worry about the fever as long as medicine brought it down to more reasonable levels. So I dragged myself back out of bed, went to the walk in clinic and they confirmed it was strep, gave me a prescription for a baby-safe antibiotic and I went BACK to bed again. I then spent the better part of Wednesday and Thursday in my bed, just sleeping and feeling miserable. By Thursday my temperature had leveled off at a lower level (around 100.3 at its highest), but my throat still was NASTY (white, grossness the likes of which I’d never seen in my throat before - the UGLY!).
So I’m back at work today, but my throat still hurts like a bee-otch. My bod feels ok, but I question whether the throat will be completely healed by the time I finish my antibiotics tomorrow. It makes me think my last round of strep made the little buggers somewhat antibiotic-resistant.
It’s now 2:30 pm and I’m EXHAUSTED! After sleeping the better part of 3 days you’d think I’d be well rested, but I think the combo of the illness, not eating for most of that time, oh, and being pregnant (lest I forget), have just knocked me on my ass today. I’m already fantasizing about collapsing into bed tonight.
Still, I’ve already promised Connor we’ll go to the beach again this weekend. The kids and I went last weekend and had a blast! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I LOVE THE BEACH! It just makes me feel good to be there. Like being at the library.
Unfortunately, I also need to work some this weekend to make up for lost time this week.
In so-so news, my weight was at 145 lbs this morning. This from eating hardly anything for the past three days. Good for my ass, probably not so good for my baby. I’m already freaked about the long fever and the multiple doses of extra strength Tylenol I took for two days in a row. I know they say Tylenol is perfectly safe and the doc told me not to worry about the fever as long as the meds brought it down, but gosh, how can I not? I guess I’ll just look forward to my next ultrasound when they can once again confirm that everything’s ok.
OK. Gotta get back to work now. Unless I decide to lay my head down on my desk and sleep!