Officially In the Thick of It

What a week. Starting around 9 p.m. on Monday, I began feeling very ill. I was up on the couch all night, and vomited between 3 and 4 a.m. I was also having terrible stomach cramps and called the doctor first thing after they opened at 8:30. They got me in for an early OB work up since I was so ill, which was nice. I got my first ultrasound where Peanut measured 6w2d (I think I was really 6w1d) with a heartbeat of 107 BPM. It was wonderful to see.

So far, Tuesday has proven to be my toughest day. Wednesday through Friday were easier, and Glenn and Sandy came down to help out. Last night ended up being quite rough again - dry heaving at 5 a.m. is not my idea of a good time - but I'm doing better right now. Ella and I are pretending to blow bubbles and watching Dora while Wes gets some sleep. Apparently some one who thought they were dying was keeping him up all night. Oops.

My mom is flying in today and staying until Wednesday and I'm really grateful. I think it's going to make these next 7 weeks or so a lot easier to handle if Wes has help with Ella and I have company around to keep myself out of my own head. So far, I think I'm managing okay without too much anxiety or panic. It's definitely a daily focus to stay calm and just control what I can and ride out the rest.

I'm officially working from home for the time being and my team is really helping to pitch in where they can. If I need to, I know I can just go on LOA, but I really would like to avoid that. I have to remind myself that even with Ella, I never was hospitalized for dehydration, I lost less than 12 pounds, and if the anxiety hadn't gotten so bad, I think I would have been in much better shape around 14 weeks as opposed to suffering through until past 20 weeks. I think I have better tools to manage myself this time around and I'll keep focused on the fact that every day that passes is one less I have to make it through. Soon enough, I'll be eating with an appetite again, going out with friends and enjoying my favorite part of pregnancy - those little flutters and kicks.

I'm going to make it just fine. One day at a time.