Warning. This is about throw up.

So here's a thing about me. I throw up a lot. A LOT. Like pregnancy induced bulimia. Now, I've already given the disclaimer that this is about throw up so continue reading at your own risk. 

I'm no scientist but I'm having a really hard time finding a correlation between my actions and my symptoms. Meaning: I can't for the life of me figure out what is making me so sick! Maybe it's like how you can't interpret your own dreams. So here's the plan...I'm going to give you some real-life scenarios (these are not actors or dramatizations) and you can give me your hypotheses.


1. I was laying in bed at night feeling medium okay when Trent came and jostled me. I immediately went and threw up.

2. We were watching a movie and I realized it was past 10 so I slowly stood up and glided to our room to get ready for bed. I immediately threw up once I reached the room.

3. Trent suggested he wanted to kiss me goodnight. The nausea began. He came and held my hand, I immediately went and threw up.

4. We had a nice evening out shopping and sharing a frozen yogurt. I immediately went home and threw up.

5. Wednesday, I woke up. Then immediately threw up.

6. It was 6 pm. I immediately went and threw up. 

7. I was feeling happy once. Then I immediately threw up.



So there's just a small sampling of data.
Granted, some of my barfing stories make total sense...like when I sit passenger seat in a car or when my dinner is just Ramen noodles and a cheap frozen burrito. Sure, I've figured those out. But most of the time, I'm at a total loss to see the correlation which makes it hard to figure out...what's the word...oh yes, LIFE.

It's difficult to make plans when at any moment and almost immediately, you're one false mysterious move away from seeing the cilantro from your pork salad again, but this time it's  floating instead of garnishing.

GOOD NEWS

12 Weeks

It seemed that things were bleak after a couple run-ins with the emergency room. However, I'm happy to report that things *lately have been great! I've been feeling mostly okay and only throwing up food instead of stomach bile! When I threw up the first time since after "the incidents" I was so scared, almost to tears. But when I felt it was chow mein, I was so excited. The first thing I said to Trent after coming out of the wretch-room (see what I did there?) was "GOOD NEWS!" He was not nearly as thrilled as I was.

A few days after the ER, we had our first appointment with our **midwife, Katie. She came highly recommended from a girl at work and just about everyone I've mentioned to that I'm seeing her knows her and have only said wonderful things.

We explained to her our recent plight with dehydration and she recommended I do "infusion therapy" at the IV clinic in the hospital here. It's pretty much getting the bag of fluids before I get dehydrated instead of after. It was great, I went twice. And I was calling to make an appointment for my third visit when I happened to ask how much it was costing each time I went. BAD NEWS. It's all the dollars to go. How about I just drink that liter of fluids for free instead of getting a ***second mortgage to have them injected.

So in conclusion. I'm feeling better these days. And hopefully as I'm coming out of this first trimester, I'll find I have more good days than bad.


*'Lately' equates to about ten days
**Katie is a certified nurse midwife who works under a doctor in a medical office attached to the hospital. She helps with any kind of delivery, which I love because while I feel like natural birth is beautiful and empowering, it also terrifies me. So I can birth my way. Essential oils in one hand and an epidural in the other.
***I'm not even sure what that phrase means. But I know it means things are bad.

Unnecessary Roughness

10 Weeks

While being pregnant has had its perks it's also been quite rough on me. (And actually no perks are coming to mind currently)

Sunday afternoon I started vomiting, which is normal, but hours later was still vomiting, which is not normal. After about five hours and nothing staying down, we decided we should go to the ER because we didn't know how else to get it to stop. I had an IV in which they gave me two liters of fluids and some nausea medicine to calm my stomach. The whole experience was just awful. Think of being sick, tired, cold, weak, and uncomfortable in a hard hospital gurney.

The whole thing repeated again last night but instead of waiting for hours to go by, we knew after vomiting three times in less than an hour that we needed to get help. (Also know that throughout all of this is a lot of me crying.) At the ER, as soon as we walked in  a nurse said, "weren't you just here?" ....great, we're regulars now. This visit wasn't as bad as the first one. I threw up two more times at the hospital before they got me medicine but this time they only had to do one liter of fluids and I didn't have to stay as long.

When they discharged me they said I have hyperemesis gravidarum or HG which is severe type of nausea and vomiting while you're pregnant which usually lasts until 20-something weeks but could last the whole pregnancy. Awesome.