I had a nice quiet day to myself yesterday since Dean is traveling for work. I went to one of my favorite restaurants for brunch, but mid-way through my meal of corned beef and eggs, I felt horrifically ill. I chalked it up to over-eating and came home to rest, which turned into a four hour nap. I woke up, took a sip of water, gagged, then ran to the kitchen (which is closer than the bathroom) and vomited half of my brunch into the sink. Lovely.
I spent the rest of Sunday night and all day today in bed, propping my head up every once in a while so that I could respond to urgent work emails on my Blackberry. I called my OB first thing in the morning and she said the baby is resilient and not to worry. That even if I didn’t eat or drink for several days, the baby would be ok, so I shouldn’t try to force down food or liquids if I couldn’t stomach it.
I realized how much of a lifeline Dean is when I’m sick. If he were here, he’d make me hot cocoa or chicken noodle soup, or bring me my laptop. I haven’t had the energy for any of that so I pretty much stayed still in my bed. Hopefully I’ll be tip-top tomorrow after another full night’s rest.
One other blessing: I called my coworker to check in and she said I picked a good day to stay at home because the building was freezing and everyone was walking around in puffy jackets. What is going on with this weather? It is FRIGID.