Why, Hello Mr. Shit. Let Me Introduce You to Mr. Fan.
The shit hit the fan this past two weeks.
This Christmas easily qualified as the Worst. Christmas. Ever. I will be sure to give you all the juicy details later, I promise.
On the wee-beastie front, I am still puking at 12.5 weeks. As of Friday, I have also developed a new trick whereby vomiting is now a migraine trigger. I spent last night in the ER getting pumped full of fluids, IV Zofran, potassium, and hydrocodone. Yes, you can indeed take Vicodin when you are pregnant.
I have my first OB appointment tomorrow, and if they don’t find a heartbeat via doppler, I am going to demand a stat ultrasound. Wee-beastie is probably my sanest blood-relative at this point.