Sometimes I forget that I’m pregnant.
That’s not always a bad thing. You can’t obsess for 10 months about
something…anything…without driving yourself batshitcrazy. Not to mention the fact that I have a job and
a home and a toddler and a marriage to watch over.
But this weekend I forgot long enough to get myself into a
pickle. Literally. Super high temps added to Memorial Day
festivities and parades with a side of getting the big girl room ready. I did not drink enough, I did not rest
enough. I overdid it, big time.
At least now I know what pregnancy dehydration feels
like. In case you’re wondering: CRAP.
I’ve spent this morning trying to replace these fluids and not
bite anyone’s head off because I feel miserable. I barely slept at all last night because the
headache was so painful that it would wake me every hour or so. Even after 75+ oz fluid in the last six hours
and two Tylenol my head STILL feels like it’s in a vice. Thankfully, however, the nausea, shakiness,
and exhaustion have passed.
You'd think I would have a handle on this whole "knocked up" thing already.
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