So, the baby(ies) first trip to Hawaii was tons of fun! I got lots of sun, got to swim in the ocean, and even got to set sail on the Catamaran. I was feeling great. Then our last night in Hawaii I started to feel that uneasy vomit feeling. It had to be the cheeseburger I ate, or the fries. Not sure, but I felt super weird. I hate that feeling, so I tried to tough it out and not think about it. Luckily, I was able to function and go back to the hotel room and sleep it off.
The plane ride the next morning was interesting. I smelt every kind of smell from fish to bad breathe, to something else nasty and I had to breathe in my blanket most of the ride home. I tried to sleep it off, but that didn't work too well. From the airport we drove straight to Makena's birthday party. I started feeling better and was able to put on a happy face there. Maybe I felt better, because I knew I was home, but that didn't last too long.
The next morning, I thought that I would be able to function at work, little did I know that was a horrible idea. I felt nauseous, dizzy, and only stayed at work a total of 4 hours. I came home, ate lunch, and headed to my first doctors appointment, woo hoo! The first doctors appointment was easy, I filled out some paperwork, peed in a cup, and gave blood. Why did it take the lady forever to find my veins? I got stabbed in two different spots and she even had the guts to move the needle inside the top of my hand until she figured out my veins did not want to cooperate. Then she stabbed the inside of my lower arm, and 5 vials later I was done.
I came home and Scott fixed some Spaghetti, I finished most of my serving and then the vomit feeling hit me. So far, I haven't thrown up, but I've been sleeping way more than usual. Almost 14 hours yesterday, yikes! Thanks Scotty for putting up with me. I swear I'm trying to not be one of those dramatic pregnant girls, but the queazy-ness is killing me!!!
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