Phew!

So update on Thursday's appointment; all went well and my mother in-law really enjoyed hearing our sweet baby boy's heartbeat. She cried tears of joy and it was very sweet. :)

Now on to Saturday. I went to my cousin's football game with Granny and I had some french fries and ketchup. As soon as we left, I had to ask her to pull over because I was going to be sick. Sure enough, it all came back up. It was a bad experience and I didn't think it'd ever end! Fast forward to us getting home. I threw up again, and this time there were little red drops in it. At first I thought it was the ketchup, but as I looked closer, I realized it was blood. Freak out. I yelled for Granny, had her inspect, and we decided that my harsh previous throw up probably irritated my throat, causing the blood. If it happened again, I would call my doctor. Thankfully it did not happen again. Well, at least not that night.

Yesterday, as soon as I got to work, I had to go throw up. Once again, there was blood droplets, this time more. It really worried me, so I called the dr. They said it could be from throwing up so much, but still wanted to see me. I went right in, we heard the heartbeat and he was just fine. :) I was given more meds and told to take them even if I am not feeling sick at the time. The only way for this to heal is if I refrain from throwing up anymore. Awesome. I have thrown up every day for the last 12 weeks LOL God is good though, and I have not thrown up since yesterday's scare. I am hoping these meds get me better and keep baby boy safe.

He is definitely not making me want to give him a future brother or sister, but I am sure his cute little face will make me forget all about what he is putting me through... :)

Enough is enough!

I know you all are probably tired of hearing me complain. You may even be tempted to think, "Hey lady! Be thankful you are pregnant! This is, afterall, what you asked for!" I know, I know. But this sickness is really starting to get the best of me. I keep telling myself that any day now, I will wake up and feel like a new person and be ready to start enjoying my pregnancy. But, day after day, I find myself perched by the toilet, unwillingly giving up whatever food I was able to eat moments before. Although I would love to feel good again after 9 weeks of this, I am also concerned for the baby. The dr keeps telling me it's okay, it's normal, you will turn the corner soon, etc. But, I am feeling discouraged...I am 15 weeks now and into my 2nd trimester. But, I will not lose hope! I just want my baby to get the nutrients he/she needs, and that cannot happen if I'm throwing up everything I put in my mouth!

Please continue to pray for me as I face each day during this pregnancy, and pray for my sweet baby's health! Thank you in advance. :)

Catching up...

Thursday was a bad day for me. I vomited about 5 times total the whole day, and each time it was just water. Water. No matter what I ate or drank, my body was rejecting water. Well, of course this means dehydration. So you know where I ended up Friday morning. Laying on a table at NF Ob/Gyn as they hooked me up to an IV and pumped some fluids into this dehydrated body! I had lost 4 lbs in 2 days, and the doctor was not happy. Of course, he knew it was out of my control, but also wanted to fix it as soon as possible. We got there around 9 and did not leave until at least 2:30. I am not sure of the exact time, as I was very drugged by the time we left. He put some Phenergen in the IV, which knocks me out almost instantly. I had every intention on going to work after my IV, until he snuck that part in. Brian and I even drove separate, but ended up leaving my car until later that night when he and his step dad came back for it.

Needless to say, I slept the whole day Friday, and most of Saturday. I was starting to feel a little better, then woke with a cold yesterday morning. Does it ever end?! Although I must admit, I would fight a cold every day for the rest of the pregnancy if this nausea would just leave me alone!!! I kept everything down for the most part all weekend, until last night. We went to a friend's house to celebrate his birthday, and his grandpa had made homemade icecream for the special occasion. Yep. Home. Made. Icecream. It was simply amazing and the coldness felt wonderful going down. We left shortly after eating, and as soon as we walked in the house, I had to make a run for the bathroom. There went all my homemade icecream. :(

I am trying to remain positive and know that I will be able to enjoy this soon. I pray that it passes quickly! I am still thinking this baby may be an only child though... ;)

Making Progress!

I am happy to say that I am feeling good today! I have pretty much been fighting nausea for the past 2 weeks, and it has not been fun. I am so grateful when I think of what the outcome will be, but as Brian was holding back my hair the other day as I unvoluntary gave up my dinner, I let him know that this may be his only child. :) Of course, my decision is a little different today, but only because I am feeling better! I pray that I will continue to feel better so that I can enjoy every second left of my pregnancy.

We go to the dr. on Wednesday and will get to see our little baby for the first time! This is going to be such an emotional moment, and I am tearing up just thinking about it. I can't wait to see the miracle God has blessed us with! I pray that all is healthy and normal, and I ask that you all also pray for us and our baby.

Brian and I also made an important decision last night. At our first appointment, the dr. let us know that there are tests done to detect genetic diseases, and they are now optional. She said, "some people choose not to do the test, because it won't change their decision about the baby either way." Well, of course this automatically made me get defensive and decide that there was nothing that would make me change my mind about having my baby so no, I did not want the tests either. She told me that she wanted to give us until the next visit to decide and bring the paperwork back signed or unsigned. So I told Brian after we left and he immediately thought it was a good idea, that way we could be prepared if something was wrong. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to know if anything was wrong and that was my decision. He asked if we could just pray about it and talk later. So I agreed.

Well, last night, I told him that we would soon have to make our decision. He asked if I had swayed my decision at all and I said not a bit. Well, he then began to express his concern about if something was wrong and the baby may need immediate attention early in the pregnancy, or even right after birth. What if something was wrong and we could help it early on, but didn't because we chose not to find out? This and the fact that he was so sincere about his point, made my heart melt (in a good way). Needless to say, after talking a bit more about it, we decided that we would go through with the tests, just to be cautious. No, nothing will change our decision about welcoming our baby boy or girl in March, but at least we will be able to take precautionaries if needed.

So that's that! I can't wait to update after our Wednesday appointment! :) Thank you in advance for your prayers...

And so it begins!

You would think I would have learned by now. You know how you have those things you brag about that have not happened to you and then all of a sudden you find it happening?? Let me give you an example. About a year ago, I was bragging to myself (yes, I talk to myself as I am driving to work. Not audibly, but in my head, nonetheless :) ) about never being pulled over by a cop before in all my 5 years of driving. Of course, that very afternoon, my foot was a bit heavy on the pedal and all of a sudden I saw those red and blue lights from none other than a state trooper. ::GASP!:: Everyone knows the reputation state troopers have; you are not getting off the hook. Well, God had favor on me and that nice man told me to "get on home and don't you speed now." Bless you, sir.

So the past few days I have been bragging about how I have not been a bit sick in my pregnancy, although everything I read says I should have started a week ago with the nausea. So yesterday I woke up and brushed my teeth as I do every morning. Oh but when I got to the tongue brushing, it was all downhill from there. I do not usually have a bad gag reflex when brushing my teeth but this time, I could barely finish brushing! Ever since then, the nausea has been on and off. I am thankful, because I know it is a good sign! And it will all be worth it in the end. But right now, saltines and sprite are my best friend :)