Friday, July 30, 2010

I've been hiding.


Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, friends. Thanks to those of you who noticed. You make me feel special.

Here's what's happened in this wonderful month of July:
July 2nd: Went to bed feeling pains.
July 3rd: Woke up with pains. Called Doctor. Told me to take a pregnancy test. YEAH! WE'RE PREGNANT!! Happy for about 10 minutes then pains get worse. Went to ER. Gave me pain meds. Went home.
July 4th, 5th: Pains, pains, and more pains.
July 6th: Pains, then around 10pm the worst pain of my life emerged. Went to mini ER.
July 7th: At 2am I took an ambulance to the big ER. At 11am, I went in for surgery, the kind where they put the camera through the belly button. They discovered my appendix ruptured. Had to do a major incision. Took it out.
July 8th-13th: Stayed at the hospital. (Those of you who have stayed in a hospital for more than 2 days, I feel your pain. Now every time I think of that place, I get nauseous.)
July 14th-16th: Enjoyed recovering from home.
July 17th: Felt much pain, went back to ER, told me I needed to stay at the hospital for a few days. Tears.
July 18th: Ultra-sound-guided-needle-getting-fluids-out-of-me procedure.
July 19th: Recovery in hospital
July 20th: Doctor came in, I said "Seriously get me outta here.", he said "Okay."
July 21st-Present Day: Morning sickness kicks in, which consists of feeling nausea from the time I wake up, until about 5pm, then I feel a little better until about 8pm and then it's back.

So that's it. Oh and I have to be back at school next Friday, not to mention getting my classroom ready, lessons planned, and figuring out how not to feel nauseous for my poor 5th grade students.

I'm not one to complain, but it feels nice to get it out there.

Now a few acknowledgements:

First, I'd like to thank my William. Throughout all of this, he's been by my side. Literally. There hasn't been one night where I've slept alone. Whether I was downstairs on the couch, or in the smelly, dingy hospital room, my William was there sleeping on the floor next to me or sleeping on an uncomfortable hospital cot. He's brought me my meds, drinks, food, magazines, things from upstairs/downstairs, grocery shopping, dishes, flowers, trips to Taco Bell, milkshakes, and the list goes on. And worst of all, he's had to endure my daily tears and complaints, yet ALWAYS finds a way to make me smile. I love love love love you William. Thank you thank you thank you.

Second, I want to thank my family. We took a trip to Greer last weekend, and even though I was sick for most of it, I had the time of my life. I can't even put into words how grateful I am to be born in this family. They aren't perfect, but they are so perfect for me. Heavenly Father really knew what He was doing when He clumped us together. (A special shout-out to my mom: Thanks for cleaning my house, bringing me smoothies, buying me presents, and the hundreds of other things you've done that I'm too sick to think of at the moment. You're the best mom/grandmother!)

Third, I want to thank family and friends who have listened to me gripe and complain about my whole ordeal. I love getting this kind of attention... where people put their arm around you and feel sorry and ask if there's anything they can do. It feels great, so thanks again!

Fourth, I want to thank the baby in my tummy. You've caused me a great deal of pain, nausea, and worry that nobody should EVER have to feel. But I can't wait to hold you and cuddle you and kiss you and smother you with toys and treats! We're gonna be bestest buddies. (Due March 12th)

I promise my future blog posts will be more fun.
Until then, I'm gonna go throw up.