Monday, January 19, 2009

3-Day WeekEND

So I totally feel like I wasted my 3-day weekend. We didn't do anything fun, and I was in my night gown pretty much all weekend. I just have not felt well. I convinced myself last night that I was coming down with the flu, a virus, or maybe had been infected with listeria despite the fact that I had no temperature or aches and pains. I just couldn't understand how it could be normal to feel as nauseous and as tired as I was all weekend. I mean, I had no energy and that's with napping. I don't know how to give an accurate representation of the intensity of the fatigue. The words escape me. The only thing I can compare it to is tiredness you feel when you have the flu....except without the temp and the achy feeling. I know that may sound strange, but that's what I experienced. Anyway, it has gotten better today. My appetite is dwindling down immensely, and I experienced my first post bfp vomit. Lovely.
In other news, I love yogurt, berries, tomatoes, and grapes now! I hope this feeling remains. Right now I feel like I can live off of the stuff.
Also, I have my first real dr's appointment tomorrow. I'm feeling a mixture of joy and anxiety over seeing the baby for the first time. I want everything to be fine. I want to see my baby. I want to hear my baby. It's not until 3:15, so I'm having the teacher across the hall watch my class so I can leave on time to make it to the appointment. I don't know how I will get through tomorrow. I know nothing but the appointment will be on my mind. I hope time has wings tomorrow!

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