Love…

Today I am officially 17 weeks pregnant .

This baby is already much loved and very much anticipated by everyone.

The journey to 17 weeks has been very interesting road.

Why, only yesterday I was in the ER getting a IV drip to treat me for dehydration.

It happened like this: Sunday morning Hubs and I went out to our usual brunch with my Grandparents and little cousin. I had a Turkey Club Sandwich that didn’t taste so great but I was fine until it wanted to make a reappearance as we were leaving the restaurant… Hubs and I chalked it up to a bad food experience.  I had some water after then as we ran errands but it was just making me feel really sick.

When we got home hubs made us spaghetti and toast for dinner.  I hate throwing up spaghetti! I had a little bit of water, and it came back up. So did a Popsicle and some tea.

Morning came around; I had some breakfast, drove to work and up chucked at work (thank goodness it was in the car). Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the joys of morning sickness but never like this. I just couldn’t keep anything down at all. Not even water.

Finally I called the OB GYNs office and told them what was going on. I was advised to make it over to the ER and get a drip going. My bosses drove me to the ER and Hubs met me at the Hospital. I had to wait almost 2 hours for a bed (apparently being pregnant and dehydrated didn’t take priority over some other non-emergencies.. Just saying).

I got the funny doctor, (which I really needed at that point) got hooked up and was reassured everything is fine. Doctors are funny with their insensitivity sometime no matter how nice they are. I’ll explain why: Hubs asked if we could hear the baby’s heart beat just to reassure me more. He gladly agreed to but had a lot of trouble trying to find Baby. It took almost 5 minutes to find it. When he finally find it he mutters under his breath that the pregnancy is still not viable until 20 weeks….

UHM, excuse me?! Last time I checked it was!! I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it that way but still it pissed me off.

Oh well, at least we heard the baby again, I got my nausea drugs and I feel a ton better today.

I’m hoping that we can get an ultrasound scheduled after this weekend ( going in for a checkup) to see if we have a pink or blue in our future. I can’t wait!

I have a lot more stories to share, but I’ll share those another day.

Don’t I just look wonderful?

I hope to remember to wear some kind of makeup to the birth…