This post is going to be real and probably a little too much TMI.
I have a post I am working on about our trip with pictures, we had a great time and it was a much needed vacation. We loved seeing Ryan's brother and his family and wish we were able to see their kids more. We had a blast with the Sorensen's and I was glad I felt good for a few days to actually enjoy life. Lexie is 18 week's pregnant and it's crazy to think the next time we see them we will probably have little one's. We are already planning taking them to Disneyland for their 2nd birthday since they will only be 5-6 weeks apart. So a more detailed post will come that will be filled with fun and laughter.
I also have another post I need to do that guesses on the sex. We are pretty sure we know but will find out for sure in 2 weeks so we are keeping it quiet until then I think. But we already call it by it's name because I don't think the sex will change.
But this post, is about being real. About what they don't tell you when you get pregnant. And about my horrific experience yesterday that I know I will look back and laugh on at some point, but am still to sore to even attempt it.
Like I said, I felt pretty great all week, I was able to eat meals and probably gained a few lbs, something my doctor will be happy about because I have only lost so far. Saturday I went out with Lexie to lunch and then we had a late dinner. Both meals were good so I am not sure if something just didn't agree with me, if I caught the flu or if I just had the worse case of morning sickness ever on Sunday. But let me say, and pardon my french, it was a day of hell.
Sunday morning I woke up and knew I wasn't feeling good, I threw up and went downstairs to get a piece of bread and some milk which normally helps me, it didn't. I threw up 4 times before we left the Sorensen's at 11:30am, I threw up again (#5) in Provo at a Maverick but was too sick to make it inside so instead threw up in our car in a Ziploc bag oh and did I mention I also peed my pants. NO ONE tells you that happens. But it does and it's gross and embarrassing. After getting cleaned up and throwing the Ziploc bag away we were on our way again. Yes that was only 45 minutes in, it's going to be a LONG ride. I fell asleep in the back and woke up outside of Filmore. I told Ryan I needed to try to eat something. The only choices were Burger King and Larry's Drive in so I went with good ole BK and some chicken nuggets in a happy meal. Ate 2 nuggets and 4 fries and laid back down to sleep, slept till about Beaver and thought I was feeling better, we decided to stop at my Aunt's house in Parowan to use the bathroom because at this point my outfit consisted of Ryan's Tshirt and Ryan's basketball shorts because of the accident back in Provo, I looked a HOT mess and they love me and are family so who better to see you like that. Got their, went pee and talked for a bit, but OOPS those chicken nuggets started climbing their way back up. So throw up #6 happened in a house thank goodness. Got back in the car with about 3 1/2 hours to go. But throw up #7 happened about 30 minutes after we left in another Ziploc and then on the side of the road while people are driving by. By this time I am scaring Ryan and he is threatening a hospital. I tell him when we get to St. George we can get some pedialyte and see how I do. That the motion of the car is making everything worse and if I can just get home I'll feel better. Again I lay back down and when I wake up we passed St. George and are headed to the gorge. So 1 1/2 hours left I can do this, oh wait no I can't and throw up #8 happens at a pull off right before the gorge. And accident #2 happens, so out of Ryan's basketball shorts and into another pair of his shorts. Yeah it's gross but I'm being real about this because it was the most horrific experience ever to me. SO embarrassing to let your husband see you like that. I am not going to lie and say it's the first time I have peed while throwing up, I throw up so hard I threw my back out but normally it happens in the comfort of my own home where I can clean everything up and change and no one know. THESE were happening ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD with car's driving by. So humiliating. Back to the car ride. At this point Ryan says pretty sternly to me. I am stopping in Mesquite for pedialyte and if you don't keep it down we are going to the hospital. He means business. We make to to Mesquite, he buys the pedialyte and saltines. I choke a little bit down and lay back down. I wake up again outside of Vegas and know we are about 20 minutes away, I start praying please let me make it without throwing up again. We get off the 2-15 exit and I can feel the acid creeping back up, no, no, no not again. We get to the Pecos exit and another Ziploc bag gets used #9 now. I start crying and beg Ryan to just let me go home and take a shower and get out of the car where their is no motion. We pull up to the house and I make him promise me he won't touch the dirty clothes, just to let me take a shower and I will deal with them. I sit in the bottom of the shower for 20 minutes, eating ice chips and trying to hydrate myself. I get out and feel better, I decide to go to bed and let him watch the baseball game (oh yeah did I mention it took 8 hours to get home and I feel so bad because Ryan is a huge Giant's fan and it's the last game they need to win the World Series) I get the puke bucket from the garage and put it next to my bed, and fall asleep. I wish that was the end. I wake up when Ryan comes to bed and know I am going to throw up again (#10), I say as I am walking to throw up that it's been 3 hours and I am doing better so we are not going to the hospital. To which he replies. AMANDA, you haven't kept ONE thing down today this is not good. I ignore him and grab 4 saltines and eat them all really quick and get back in bed to go to sleep. Luckily he is tired so we both crash and that is the end of my throwing up for that day.
Today I am so sore and I threw my back out again. But I haven't thrown up. I go to the doctor again tomorrow at 12:30 and I pray everything is okay with the baby. I worry all the time. It was one of the reason's I was scared to go to the hospital for fear they tell me something is wrong. I just can't hear that again, I will crawl in a hole and maybe not come out.
For all the grossness I experienced yesterday, and have experienced these last 8-9 weeks I have been sick I wouldn't change a thing as long as it means the baby is healthy.
So tonight I will curl up in my sweats and give my husband the biggest hug and kiss for taking care of me and baby yesterday, he was amazing! And I will just be thankful I had a good day today.
Sorry you had to read about my gross experience, but I wish people would have been real with me so I knew what to expect. Because it's not like on TV :)
