The Complaints Department is Full. Go Home.
March 15, 2005
Blah blah urinary tract infection blah vomiting blah blah tired.
Aannndd...that's my entry, folks! Thanks for stopping by.
Seriously, what else is there to talk about? There is puke, and there is pee, and there is general pissiness.
Tomorrow I will be 12 weeks pregnant, which means I should be seeing the beginning of end of the morning (HA) sickness.
(PRE-EMPTIVE ASSVICE SMACKDOWN: If one more person tells me one more story about one more woman who was sick for all 40 weeks I will track down your IP address and show up at your house to punch you in the face.)
In the meantime, I'm still throwing up at completely random times. First thing Sunday morning. Last thing Monday night. Tuesday at tea time. Whenever the bile strikes.
And magically, after hearing the words "You have a urinary tract infection," I became acutely aware that I have a urinary tract infection and it hurts like a motherfucker. So that's...been really fun, and whatever.
HiveWatch 2005 began last night with my first dose of antibiotics, which means I started getting hysterically itchy and and twitchy within 20 minutes of taking the pill and spent most of the night yanking up my shirt in front of the bathroom mirror to look for the hives that would soon engulf my respiratory system.
It was just dry skin. And the crazy. Luckily I started throwing up at some point and this took my mind off the itching.
I'm so tired of writing about being sick. And I'm actually tired of writing about being pregnant. Two months ago, I assumed that occasionally, I'd have something non-pregnancy-related to write about. A quick perusal of my entries since then say otherwise. Pregnant, freaking, still pregnant, puking, miserable, freaking, puking and also, pregnant.
I like to think that's preferable to drippy love letters to my fetus and blinkies and nursery color paint chips and photo essays about booties and shit, but it's probably not. Y'all probably wouldn't mind reading about a pregnant woman who's actually able to muster up some goddamn HAPPINESS about the whole process and who doesn't bitch all the time about what it's like to puke up undigested Spaghettios.
(SHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Hive. On my stomach. Not imaginary in the slightest.)
Okay, so the rest of this entry was going to be about the things I do love about pregnancy and be this whole dramatic slow build up to a dramatic reveal but clearly, I need to go obsess over whether or not I'm about to go into anaphylactic shock or whatever.
So here. Go visit Jason's site and take a listen to our baby's little heartbeat. I do love that.