I have had a really weird week. I had virtually no pain issues or funky symptoms while I was on vacation, but Monday morning back at work was not good.
My co-worker found me in the floor where I had laid down because I suddenly felt dizzy and light-headed after getting really hot, uncomfortable and dry-heaving while sitting at my desk. I take it was an alarming sight, because Carole, who is also a nurse and is not one to get phased by things, took off to administration to have them “stand by.” We were soon joined by two of the top nurses at the hospital and lovely Mr. Kendrick, our front desk greeter extraordinare who commandeered a wheelchair and got me down the Pediatric Emergency Department in no time.
There I was met with what seemed like a dozen nurses who checked all my vitals - normal - and they even wheeled in a little ultrasound machine to see if Baby Ennis was allright. There he was, heart beating just fine and moving around. I felt very silly being in the ED for children!
No clue what set me off. And then it happened again on Tuesday morning, so Chris took me to my OB to see what the heck was going on. That bloodwork came out normal too. Just going to chalk it up to crazy pregnancy symptoms…
Carole suggested I eat something before I get out of bed each morning and that seems to have helped, or my symptoms have mysteriously vanished.
No worries, they were replaced yesterday by a new symptom. The only way I can explain the pain is it feels like either I have been riding a jumpy horse for a realllllllllly long time or it feels like a day after a donkey kicked me square in the crotch. I think the technical term for it is round ligament pain, but I think my descriptions are more colorful, don’t you?
Anyway, the back and hip pain I have had before seems to be improving. I think I just have one session left with the physical therapist. Then I am going to try prenatal yoga, and if I am brave, maybe prenatal water aerobics. I just know the other mommies to be will be all cute and cellulite free, so I don’t know if I can handle the latter. Let’s just say when I got on the scale on Tuesday, I was not to happy to see my weight. Yeah, yeah, eating for two, I am supposed to gain weight, whatever. I still don’t like seeing those numbers increase SO much.