Getting a pump...

I haven't posted much lately but I've been too exhausted. It's strange how tracking your weight, forcing yourself to eat and then constant vomiting can take over your life so quickly. I've missed a lot of work, but they aren't forcing me to take short term disability (yet!)

I'm still losing weight, and after some improvement last week, this week has been horrible. My doctor is finally recommending me for a Zofran pump, the thought of which scares me to death. Now I will be walking around with an IV attached to my thigh to continually pump anti-nausea medicene and fluids into me and some big fanny pack to hold the fluids. I won't be allowed to stop using it until my weight is back up and the vomiting stops.

I'm just tired and miserable, and wishing this kid would hurry up and be born. I've been wanting so much to save money this year so I might actually have the option to stay home a year with this baby and now I just hope I can work until it is born and don't have to go on bedrest.

Did you know dehydration can cause braxton-hicks contractions? I know that now. This kid is gonna OWE me, and better be a nice kid after all this hassle!