So, I started to wean myself off of the zofran about two weeks ago. I was taking 4 4mg tablets per day. I then went to 3 for a week, then two and then 1 on about Wednesday of last week. I started to feel like total shit. (warning – lots of puking mentioned) Friday I threw up everything I ate and drank. Saturday I kept most of my food during the day down but we went to a charity event that night (at which, one of my co-worker’s husbands tried to sell us life insurance for our not-yet-born-babies – yep) and I ate a variety of foods.
On the way home, I pulled over at a gas station and asked Mr. M to run in and get two plastic bags. I switched to the passenger side. He handed me the bags and I proceeded to vomit like crazy. The bags were great but I missed them the first couple of times and puked all over myself – the seatbealt, my pashmina, my dress, my new blac.kberry tour that work just gave me. The best part is that my bladder was sort of full so every time I puked, I peed a little. It was disgusting. I also weighed myself and I was down about 1.5 pounds. Needless to say, on Friday I took 3 zofran and have been on 3 since then. I called my doctor’s today after I woke up feeling like total and utter shit just to fill them in and they sort of read me the riot act. I am to go back up to 4 4mg per day and up to 6 4mg per day if I need to. They said it will take a few days for me to feel better again. Sigh. I feel like I was trying to do the right thing but it seems as though the hyperemesis is here to stay. FYI – total weight gain at almost 17 weeks is 10.5 pounds which is not too shabby but I really, really wanted to be doing the 1 pound per week thing and gain at least 24 by 24 weeks.
As I mentioned before, my sisters are awesome and are dying to throw me a baby shower where we grew up – we compromised for November 29, (still too early in my paranoid book) which also happens to be near my 35th birthday (they wanted to do this month, I don’t even look pregnant for f’s sake). They are sending out the invitations. Soon. Full blown panic set in. I threw caution, suspicion and terror out the window and registered at BRU. I also started an online one at Tar.get. Yeah, it is freaking me out. It is sort of fun but mostly like trying to learn a new language. I have no idea what I need – no, let me rephrase that – what two newborns are going to need. My sisters have been awesome and are helping me navigate this foreign territory. Of course, in the car on the way to register, I was like, this is going to jinx this pregnancy faster than you can say lap pad, but it has been a day and my doppler this morning let me know that all is well. I still feel in shock most of the time – is this really happening? To me? Did I really get this lucky? Holy shit. It is amazing. Then I read stories like the ones that were recently featured in the New York.Times about how dangerous twin pregnancies can be and terror comes knocking.
Okay, the best part of the last week or so – I can feel them moving. It is like little flutters, the most amazing, purest, holiest thing I have ever felt. They are amazing.