Today I am 8 weeks pregnant! That's 2 months. Hooray! As I pondered over this past week I thought, "How am I going to write about this week and stay true to my blog's title. I honestly don't know how to take a positive spin on what was an awful week." I spent a lot of time becoming intimately acquainted with my toilet bowl. I felt miserable. I was dehydrated, dizzy, nauseas, exhausted, and emotionally overwhelmed. I lost 5 lbs just last week. BUT THEN. . . two wonderful things happened.
First of all, I had an ultrasound and got to see my little babe. When I showed up at the dr. I had no idea they planned to give me an ultrasound and wasn't interested in getting one, but they insisted that in order to see the dr., they had to give me one. "After all", the nurse said, "we don't even know you are pregnant." Hello! Pee test! Anyway, at first I was upset and then I got over it and just wanted to get it done so I could see the dr. I'm really glad I did because seeing my baby was amazing. I could see and hear it's tiny heart beating. It doesn't even have clearly defined arms and legs yet, but still, something about seeing my baby made me love it. I felt instantly that all of the difficulty I have had is so worth it. It was so rewarding to see what all of this sickness is going toward: the creation of a human being! It blows my mind.
Secondly, after my ultrasound, I visited with the dr. and he prescribed me some meds to help with my nausea and vomiting. HOO freaking RAY! I can't stress how ecstatic that makes me. I took a pill yesterday and one today and so far today has been pretty good. Am I still nauseas? Oh yeah, but I actually had an appetite this morning and I was able to eat breakfast, enjoy it, and keep it down. I am thrilled. I am very optimistic that this medicine will make things bearable for the remainder of this first trimester until I'm feeling good enough on my own to eat what this baby needs.
So there you have it, still trying to take a positive approach. :)
First of all, I had an ultrasound and got to see my little babe. When I showed up at the dr. I had no idea they planned to give me an ultrasound and wasn't interested in getting one, but they insisted that in order to see the dr., they had to give me one. "After all", the nurse said, "we don't even know you are pregnant." Hello! Pee test! Anyway, at first I was upset and then I got over it and just wanted to get it done so I could see the dr. I'm really glad I did because seeing my baby was amazing. I could see and hear it's tiny heart beating. It doesn't even have clearly defined arms and legs yet, but still, something about seeing my baby made me love it. I felt instantly that all of the difficulty I have had is so worth it. It was so rewarding to see what all of this sickness is going toward: the creation of a human being! It blows my mind.
Secondly, after my ultrasound, I visited with the dr. and he prescribed me some meds to help with my nausea and vomiting. HOO freaking RAY! I can't stress how ecstatic that makes me. I took a pill yesterday and one today and so far today has been pretty good. Am I still nauseas? Oh yeah, but I actually had an appetite this morning and I was able to eat breakfast, enjoy it, and keep it down. I am thrilled. I am very optimistic that this medicine will make things bearable for the remainder of this first trimester until I'm feeling good enough on my own to eat what this baby needs.
So there you have it, still trying to take a positive approach. :)