Two days ago, things were definitely looking up. My nausea was subsiding, giving me several hours (not just minutes) each day to focus on things and feel like a real person. Energy levels were way up, to the point were I tentatively set out on several walks, and even attempted a run. Man, that felt good to be out in the sunshine taking useful gulps of air for the first time in weeks.

And then Thursday night, I had a foreboding tickle in the back of my throat. Do you know that feeling? For me, it’s a sense of impending doom. I went to sleep that night hoping that sleep would cure whatever I was getting.

No such luck. All day Friday and again today, I’ve been speeding through kleenex and cough drops and once again, completely exhausted. Here’s a new one, possibly due to being pregnant? Migraines. I was in agony all night, trying to shut out every hint of light, wandering around the house moaning like a crazy person. No medication I can take while pregnant helps the pain go away, but boy a cool washcloth covering my entire face is like a gift from heaven.

Scott has been so good to me this whole time, though the poor guy was so relieved to see me coming out of my morning sick-stupor that I think this caught him quite off guard. Soups and washcloth re-wetting, kleenex duty and runs to the library to get me books and DVDs that would distract me from my sick self… I’m continually amazed by how patient and loving he is towards me, especially when I’m snotty and raw from nose-blowing and crying.

I was looking forward to playing in my first soccer game in months this morning, along with my second baby shower in a week, but alas, they were not to be. Instead, I’ve got the A&E Pride and Prejudice DVDs to enjoy, a bagel with my name on it, a fantastic husband, and the hope that when I shake of The Gamboo my morning sickness will be completely behind me.

Oh! And in 10 short days, I’ll see my beautiful niece for the first time and I’m very optimistic that by then I’ll be out of quarantine. :)