So I'm 10 weeks pregnant today. Unbelievable.
The reason for blueberry is that's what we started calling it, around week 6. Cuz that's the size it was supposed to be. Then it was raspberry, then olive, and most recently prune.
I found out I was pregnant at the earliest possible date- one day the beta-hCG was negative, the next it was positive. See, I work at the hospital- so i never even peed on a stick. Just sent urine straight to the lab. And then got confirmation with a blood test I asked one of my co-residents to take for me, on the excuse that i wanted to make sure my B12 levels were ok.
Anyway, about a week or two later B and I headed off for our long awaited vacation/family visit to Canada with a long weekend getaway in Rome. Everything got off to a fine start, just a bit of mild nausea in Rome- nothing to write home about. Then it hit me hard on the flight from Rome to Toronto. I puked the entire way. I had no idea what was going on. The flight attendants got all worried about me. Started giving me tips. Soon everyone knew i was pregnant.
The whole Canada part of the trip was heavily burdened by my puking. There were a few better days, so we did get to do a few fun things. A bit getting out and about, a little shopping.
But by the time we got to Ottawa- it was really getting bad. People were getting really worried.
I told Aba, hoping he might have some advice, and I tried to catch Ima, but she was in the US, and didn't have any reliable internet.
I had to tell M+D what was up, and D got me a prescription for Diclectin, which is supposed to help. They took good care of me while we stayed with them in Ottawa. I managed to avoid getting admitted to the hospital, but just barely. If i had been home- I probably would have gone to the ER. I was finally able to keep down a little bit of soup stock, a bit of tea.
I don't know how i survived the train ride back to Toronto- I guess at least it was better than having to take the bus.. Either way, we got thru those last few days, and somehow managed the trip back home.
Luckily my parents came to pick us up at the airport- and I finally told my mom the news.
I tried going back to work, but only made it through a couple of hours before having to call it a day and go home early.
I actually haven't been back to work since then. See, it turns out I suffer from Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Basically it means I'm constantly vomiting, to the point that I can't keep any food down, I get severely dehydrated, and I keep losing weight. I was in the hospital twice last week. The Diclectin wasn't doing it, and the Pramin that I tried next didn't help much either. After my second visit to the ER the started me on Zofran, which is the only thing that has slightly saved me from extended stay in the hospital with IV fluids and TPN.
With the Zofran, I've been able to keep down some fluids and a bit of food. Got the puking down to 1-2 times a day- considerable improvement from 10-15 per day. And I'm only nauseous for about half my waking hours, and I have been able to get some sleep at night. Just starting to get a little strength back.
Now I'm battling with myself how I'm going to be able to go back to work. It's certainly going to be tough. I can barely stand on my feet. And I'm super nervous to head back after over a month that i've been gone.
I'm going crazy here at home. Especially since I'm bored as all hell. I can't even manage basic house chores like doing dishes and hanging the laundry. It's depressing. I'm so sick of feeling SO SICK!!
The reason for blueberry is that's what we started calling it, around week 6. Cuz that's the size it was supposed to be. Then it was raspberry, then olive, and most recently prune.
I found out I was pregnant at the earliest possible date- one day the beta-hCG was negative, the next it was positive. See, I work at the hospital- so i never even peed on a stick. Just sent urine straight to the lab. And then got confirmation with a blood test I asked one of my co-residents to take for me, on the excuse that i wanted to make sure my B12 levels were ok.
Anyway, about a week or two later B and I headed off for our long awaited vacation/family visit to Canada with a long weekend getaway in Rome. Everything got off to a fine start, just a bit of mild nausea in Rome- nothing to write home about. Then it hit me hard on the flight from Rome to Toronto. I puked the entire way. I had no idea what was going on. The flight attendants got all worried about me. Started giving me tips. Soon everyone knew i was pregnant.
The whole Canada part of the trip was heavily burdened by my puking. There were a few better days, so we did get to do a few fun things. A bit getting out and about, a little shopping.
But by the time we got to Ottawa- it was really getting bad. People were getting really worried.
I told Aba, hoping he might have some advice, and I tried to catch Ima, but she was in the US, and didn't have any reliable internet.
I had to tell M+D what was up, and D got me a prescription for Diclectin, which is supposed to help. They took good care of me while we stayed with them in Ottawa. I managed to avoid getting admitted to the hospital, but just barely. If i had been home- I probably would have gone to the ER. I was finally able to keep down a little bit of soup stock, a bit of tea.
I don't know how i survived the train ride back to Toronto- I guess at least it was better than having to take the bus.. Either way, we got thru those last few days, and somehow managed the trip back home.
Luckily my parents came to pick us up at the airport- and I finally told my mom the news.
I tried going back to work, but only made it through a couple of hours before having to call it a day and go home early.
I actually haven't been back to work since then. See, it turns out I suffer from Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Basically it means I'm constantly vomiting, to the point that I can't keep any food down, I get severely dehydrated, and I keep losing weight. I was in the hospital twice last week. The Diclectin wasn't doing it, and the Pramin that I tried next didn't help much either. After my second visit to the ER the started me on Zofran, which is the only thing that has slightly saved me from extended stay in the hospital with IV fluids and TPN.
With the Zofran, I've been able to keep down some fluids and a bit of food. Got the puking down to 1-2 times a day- considerable improvement from 10-15 per day. And I'm only nauseous for about half my waking hours, and I have been able to get some sleep at night. Just starting to get a little strength back.
Now I'm battling with myself how I'm going to be able to go back to work. It's certainly going to be tough. I can barely stand on my feet. And I'm super nervous to head back after over a month that i've been gone.
I'm going crazy here at home. Especially since I'm bored as all hell. I can't even manage basic house chores like doing dishes and hanging the laundry. It's depressing. I'm so sick of feeling SO SICK!!
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