Sickness still plagues me. That’s why I don’t check in very often anymore. I’m hoping that magically in two weeks I’ll suddenly feel okay. We’ll see. Even though I’m hopeful, I’m doubting it’ll happen. But, maybe. I stopped my progesterone and baby aspirin yesterday. 🙂 It feels great to be medicine free!
I’ve had so many good days recently where I don’t get sick. I mean, I feel nauseous but I don’t throw up. Now today it’s back on again. I really wanted to call out but my students have a district quarter exam next class so I have to be there for them to review.
I am having crazy allergies since Saturday too. Sneezing, runny rose, sore throat.
We got to see my regular doc on Thursday and she did an ultrasound. Since it’s twins, we will get to see them every time! 🙂 I was so proud of them because it was 9 weeks three days on Thursday and they were both measuring at 9 weeks 4 days. I was shocked since I have been so sick. Their heartbeats look good still, and they have a good strong membrane wall between them. We get to see them again on my birthday in April.
I have been weirded out by my veins lately. I have to not think about producing more blood volume. It makes me more nauseous. I actually just went and threw up. I don’t think it’s because of this discussion though. Lol.
My friends and I went shopping at Motherhood Maternity yesterday and they have “fake bellies” there which allow you to see if the clothes will look right at “7 months” pregnant. We had a little too much fun with this. I used “ “ because I’m sure at 7 months I’ll be much bigger than that tiny belly they have there. Lol.
That’s all for now.
Update: As I was scrolling through my reader, which I have neglected also lately, I wanted to mention that even though I try to be humorous and I complain about my sickness, I never forget my journey as an infertile. I hate my sickness, but it’s a necessary evil. I will endure and continue on, because I know the true value of the package I carry. I hate the sickness, but I also cannot live without it. It’s part of my journey. It’s actually worse than I make it to be in my real life. I feel safer letting it out here. I smile and put on my happy face and shoes and go to work (almost) every day. Even though I know I have a mild form of HG. I must endure. I must not be a (complete) baby about it.