Too amazing!

It's a wonder what a little food will do for you!

I spent most of Thursday with various doctors and technicians, after feeling really crappy all week. After returning from Thanksgiving, I slept most of Saturday, and was just whiny on Sunday. I couldn't even get myself enough together to meet a good friend that was in town for lunch. (Waves to kdf!) Even a quick trip to Home depot Sunday wore me out. I figured I had overdone the holiday a bit, even though it was truly the easiest, most relaxing, fun holiday I can remember in a long time. Monday I came home with a headache, the only one since getting pregnant, and I usually get them often. But I didn't really think anything was wrong. But I took a nap and slept it off; still it lingered. By Tuesday morning at work I was chilled, shaky, dizzy, lightheaded and nauseous and my boss had to take over while I rested and then went home. I felt better after sleeping all day, missed work Wednesday along with other staff so we just figured something was going around. I felt so bad Wednesday night that I considered the ER late in the evening, but decided to sleep some more and decide in the morning. Soon after breakfast on Thursday, I gave in. I headed to the hospital, then my new Dr. worked me into her schedule (LOVE HER!). They took lots of fluids from me, did a whole history and vital stats before diagnosing slight dehydration with anemia and hypoglycemia. Among other things, I have to up the water (how am I going to do more than my 80 oz. already?!) and Gatorade, reduce the Metformin and EAT MORE! That just cracks me up.

I have not been dieting, of course, and really haven't been tracking the types and amounts of food, but I have been aware of it and thought I was doing OK. Apparently this baby is a blood-sucking, energy-zapping, food-stealing, water-guzzling vampire. Everything I put in goes right to the baby first, then I get leftovers. Which is fine by me, but there wasn't enough for both of us. After I got back to work, I ate tuna, crackers, nuts, cheese, biscuits and applesauce, and immediately perked up. WHO KNEW?! Of course, within the hour, I had heartburn, bad. I know that happens in pregnancy but figured I was just lucky. No, there wasn't enough in there to cause the heartburn. Now there is, so Tums will be my best friend. So me, the girl that got lectures from doctors and worked so hard to lose weight and ate only the right kinds of food, is now being told to eat whatever appeals to me that I can keep down and will enjoy enough of. And lots of it!

Now for the best part: She couldn't find the heartbeat on the little doppler in the office, which in my mind I knew not to worry about but she knew I was stressed, so she sent me to the ultrasound tech. YAH! Or oh no--did I want to get bad news by myself now? After about a 10 minute wait that seemed like forever, I saw the little bean. Or the big jumping bean, I should say. It was flipping and bouncing and moving all around, with a strong heartbeat of 158. I had no idea I was so stressed about it until I felt that relief wash over me. The tech was awesome and made me feel very comfortable. I go back for a longer scan next Thursday to get measurements, dates and look for any developmental issues, so I get to see the baby again in week. WHEEEEEE!

So I guess you want to see too, huh?

Awww, it's Baby ET