The first part of our vacation (Port Townsend, WA & the wedding) was awesome & I’ll blog about it more when we get home.
But Mr. MLACS was sick while we were in Port Townsend–he called it “allergies”, which he has a history so I bought into that theory.
I was exhausted after all the wedding activities and fell asleep early on Sunday. Woke up around 3:30am and my throat felt like it was *on fire*. I snacked on some organic Ranier cherries (fruit of the gods and indigenous to Washington). Fell back asleep. Woke up around 7am, throat still hurting. Mr. MLACS was sleeping on the couch so I could rest (bless his heart). He asked me if I was ok, and I told him I didn’t feel good.
I was, in fact, terrified. Monday marked 7w0d for this pregnancy. And my first miscarriage began with a trip to urgent care 2 days prior to the miscarriage, because my throat hurt and I felt awful & thought I had strep throat. I was 7w0d when I became ill and 7w2d when I miscarried.
So yeah, I was kind of freaking out.
But Mr. MLACS noted that I had been snoring “like a lumberjack”, and I noted that I had a lot of *TMI* clear snot running down the back of my throat & some out my nose, which may well have been allergies or a poor adjustment to the *cold* weather (it was only like 50° at night and high 60’s during the day). So I didn’t have a full-on panic attack because the sore throat could be explained.
Then I started to feel nauseous…which this is not new for me but it was miserable. I managed to fall back asleep for a little while. Then woke up and showered, the whole time wondering if I was going to vomit.
Finally, I knew it was coming–my first ever up-chuck of pregnancy (never happened before). It was all the snot that had been draining into my stomach. I felt a little better for like 5 minutes.
Then I needed some crackers to settle my stomach. We packed up our stuff into the rented ford escape and headed to Safeway hoping to find gluten-free crackers.
*Side note, being gluten-free is much trickier during pregnancy. You can’t just stuff the nearest carbs in your mouth when you start to feel sick. And I have a lot of food aversions, which further narrows my options.
I was feeling so sick on the way to Safeway that I couldn’t even talk. I finally ripped open the crackers Mr. MLACS brought me and I hated the first ones. The second ones were edible so I managed to get 3 of them down and chased them with sprite.
Then we took a long, twisted mountain road to Sheldon, WA to see Mr. MLACS’s friend (more on him later). Along the way I had to stop at a tiny general store in an RV park and go #2. And can I just tell you: I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously be constipated *and* have diarrhea. It IS possible. Unfortunately the general store did not sell preparation H, but it is now on my list of “must haves”.
Finally we got to the friend’s place, where I barfed again–outside in nature (his bathroom reeked of marijuana and I could hardly stand it).
Then we got in the car to go to Seattle. My lower back and legs hurt SO BAD I just couldn’t get comfortable. Stretching didn’t help. I was nauseous. My nose was a faucet and I kept wiping, blowing, and spitting to keep it from pooling in my stomach. I was a mess.
Then we had to get on a ferry. I am already prone to motion sickness. I am not ashamed to say I cried–it was awful. I hadn’t eaten anything, could hardly drink (was sipping sprite & sucking on ice cubes). And this is *with* the seaband anti-nausea bands on my wrists! And preggy pops! My back & legs were killing me. I was a mess.
We drove offthe ferry & found our hotel, and I vomited again in the parking lot. Mr. MLACS got me situated in the room & went to fetch something I might be able to eat. My back & legs were excruciating but I managed to fall asleep.
I woke up and my back & legs STILL hurt, and that’s when I realized I wasn’t just sore from the car ride. I was horribly DEHYDRATED and my body was robbing the muscles in the lower half of my body so that the *kukui* (our name for our seedling) and my internal organs could continue to function. I was relieved to know my body was doing what it’s supposed to do. But weary, because I still couldn’t drink much and wondered if I would be able to properly rehydrate.
I managed to eat some gluten-free cupcake (just cake, no frosting) that Mr. MLACS had brought to entice me. I ate ice cubes and drank about 1/2 a bottle of sprite and kept it all down, and magically my back and legs began to feel better.
This morning I woke up with a stuffy nose and realized that I have a head cold, and Mr. MLACS had given me his “allergies” (he actually had a cold). I felt like hammered sh*t.
So today Mr. MLACS has left twice to get us food–my food of choice is gluten-free chicken noodle soup. One good thing about having a cold is that I can’t taste or smell anything, so I’m not picky about food or dying because I can’t stand the smell of the hand soap (which I could smell last night and it was awful).
I haven’t left the hotel at all. I had intended to see all of Seattle and eat ALL the gluten-free food I could find. But instead I’m in a hotel room eating ice cubes, sprite, and chicken soup from a can.
It’s not what I had in-mind.
But I’ll take it. I’ll take every bit of nausea and fatigue and missed vacation.
Tomorrow (Wed) I will be 7w2d pregnant. It’s a scary time to feel as vulnerable as I do right now.
But if I can just make it to Thursday, I will officially be the most pregnant I have ever been. I am hoping and praying that my kukui is ok.