I finally called the doctor last Saturday (I don't know why I wait so long) when I hadn't kept anything down for about 24 hours and she prescribed Fenegren (I'm not sure how to spell it). It knocked me out, but didn't take away the nausea. Then on Monday, I called back, got my first Zofran and I am a completely new person--haven't thrown up since. Instead, I got a horrible head cold/ear infection and my ears have been ringing for 2 days now, but I've got medicine for this too, so I'm looking forward to feeling better any minute now.
Sorry for the super complaining post, but this has been my life for the past month and I'm finally reaching the end of it. I hope. I am really happy to be pregnant. Everyone says it must be a girl since I wasn't this sick with the boys. I say it's either a very hormonal girl or quadruplets with the way I've felt. Max has been wonderful. He is in a really busy semester of school and has had to come home to me on the couch with a messy house all around since I haven't picked up after anyone and no dinner ready for him or the boys. He's cleaned, cooked, taken the boys to let them get out, rubbed my back while I've thrown up again and again, and he still loves me. He is amazing. Here's a photo I took of Wyatt and him a little while back. He is an awesome dad and my favorite person in the world.
