The most noteworthy thing that happened this week was that I had what looked like a massive amount of blood in my poop. It looked like I was on my period. It was scary, not because I thought I was miscarrying, no, I knew where it was coming from, but because that much blood is not normal. I already had (have) an appointment with a gastroenterologist because of the blood we noticed after my first ER episode, but when this happened I thought it prudent to call them, and they told me, unfortunately, that I should go to the ER to get it checked out. Bummer.
My second trip to the ER was much calmer than my first. I was feeling as well as I can pregnant, and I brought my bag of food and my knitting bag with me so it looked like I was moving in. I got there and the ER was empty--Praise the Lord!-- so I was seen right away! The bad news was that they heard my story, checked me out down there quite briefly (and not as thoroughly as my normal doctor had) and said, "We can't really go in there and tell you much. You'll have to wait til you see a GI doctor." Great. So I spent more money on the ER just to be told I shouldn't have gone? I wasn't too happy. They did, however do a blood test which came back clear and told me that from all my symptoms, I probably have internal hemorrhoids, which don't hurt at all (true) and which only cause bleeding when one has a bowel movement (also true). She said that due to my age, anything else would be highly unlikely, though still possible. So with that, I left with a prescription for suppositories to help the hemorrhoids which, over the course of the week, have seemed to minimize and even eliminate the bleeding.
The rest of the week, there weren't many more changes. Some days were better than others. I didn't vomit at all since my first trip to the ER until yesterday, the 4th, so that's good. Other than that, I was pretty much feeling queasy most of the time.
When I could, I made a point of playing with Bunny--any time I was feeling almost normal, or to the point that I could stand such imaginative play. When I was feeling my worst, I laid down and put on a movie for her to watch. It's to the point that she wants to watch TV all the time. I HATE that. I absolutely hate hate HATE putting her in front of the TV and I am promising myself that when this Hyperemesis gravidarum (extreme morning sickness) passes, she shall go as many months without TV as she has gone with it. It's just too much.
I also discovered, this week, that poor Kate Middleton is suffering from a similar fate as I. At first I was a bit comforted not to feel alone, but then it made me feel worse, hearing about my condition and it's extremes every time I turn on the TV. It seems that the princess (or is it duchess?) and I are probably about the same amount of weeks along in our pregnancies--not quite 12 weeks, but too sick to hide it. Poor girl. I feel for her. I'm sort of jealous that she gets such amazing care, and yet I'm glad that the whole world isn't hanging on my every bout of vomiting.
Teaching is going well. I have a box of popsicles in a freezer in the classroom across the hall and I eat about three of those throughout the course of my morning (I only teach from 8-noon). My kids were apprised of the pregnancy way back at 7 weeks because I was too sick to hide it any longer and they're just wonderful, sweet, understanding kids who are being so kind about everything. Like today, for instance, I was trying to go over the memory verse with the kids and I kept having to catch my breath to keep the nausea away and one of my students jumped up and took over for me. I could have hugged him right there for his thoughtfulness. As it was, I said how cute and sweet he was in front of the whole class, effectively embarrassing him and punishing him for his thoughtfulness. I wish I had tact sometimes. He didn't seem to mind, though. He's one of those class-clown types that usually likes any attention, whether negative or positive. I can relate. I've always been that way too
As far as eating goes, I'm pretty much safe (so far) if I stick to salads, grapes, apples, eggs, and chocolate almond milk. Sometimes I throw in some other things, sometimes not. Usually, anything else--especially grains--just doesn't sit well.
So that's that. I wish I weren't complaining. I don't want to complain, but I'm just so miserable it's hard not to.
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