The medication fiasco got resolved. Chris had a long talk with patient advocacy, pharmacy advocacy, and his first shirt and they were able to work things out. Additionally, it was implied that the pharmacy lady who was quite rude to me about it was going to catch heck, which isn’t normally something that makes me feel good, but since I’m so cranky it does. Must be the temperamental pregnant lady coming out in me.

Sadly, even with the medication at my fingertips, it doesn’t always work. You see, drugs have to stay down in order to work, and for the past 36 hours nothing has so I’ve been pretty miserable.

Chris was wonderful and ran and picked me up a copy of Breaking Dawn and then dropped me off at the hospital where I spent six hours getting more fluids and IV meds, so now I am home, the book is finished, and I feel almost alive. This will probably last another two to three days and then I’ll be back the clinic getting juiced up again.

August, based on past pregnancies, is going to be hell. If I can just live through August, then September will be icky. And then October will just sort of suck, but come Novemeber I may actually be doing fairly ok. I’ll get to fight with normal bad morning sickness for the remaining months. Of course come some point in December or early January I’ll be on bedrest due to the preterm labor and irritable uterus. Can I just say that this is going to be one LONG pregnancy? And that I hate those of you who don’t realize that you’re expecting until you’re three or four months along? And that I think anyone out there feeling good enough to be doing preggo pilates or yoga or jogging should come over here so I can smack you? Really, truly. If you’re that perky, you can stand a little smack from me, I think. Pardon my bitterness, and I compeletely get that life isn’t fair and that sometimes that works in my favor, but this is just so exponentially draining I can hardly stand myself. I think they should develop something where you can choose to be in a coma for a few months of the pregnancy, like “wake me up when maternity clothes fit.” Seems reasonable.