The past two weeks have been eventful, to say the least. The end of June and beginning of July found me sicker than I had been so far. I literally couldn't keep any food or drink down--even water caused an immediate reaction. For four days, I struggled. I missed a lot of work because of this, and my mood swings combined with being hangry were rough. I ended up loosing around 15 pounds in less than two weeks. On the 2nd, I finally was able to see my midwife. She didn't seem to think it was as much of a problem as I though it was, which was relieving and aggravating at the same time. She almost hooked me up to an IV to make sure I was getting enough fluids, but decided to wait and see if it got worse first. I had to talk her into prescribing Zofran for me (she was encouraging me to use pressure points and ginger, but I felt I was beyond that point). She also drew my blood for different tests, and I felt super woozy after that. I threw up twice while at the appointment--at least everyone there was very understanding of that. I went home and started the new medicine. Stephen came home from work early to help take care of me. I finally was able to eat some mashed potatoes that night.
That evening, I got a call from my temp agency about my absences from work. The hard part about my job being through an agency is the lack of communication that happens. I was talking with one boss at work, but someone else apparently contacted the agency without knowing I had asked for time off. However, because of my low attendance, my job was in jeopardy--they were about to replace me with someone else. I explained the situation and how I had gotten new medicine. They said they would check with me the following week to see if the medicine helped. I hung up the phone feeling nervous. The next day at work, my boss repeated the same information--if I didn't get better immediately, I would be replaced. But no pressure.
For some good news, it was a holiday weekend with Independence Day. Stephen's family has a cabin, so we went there for the weekend. It's nearby Park City, but far enough away that it feels like the middle of nowhere. It was nestled up in the mountains and had a fantastic view out the windows of a valley. That weekend, Stephen's grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were there too. It was a lot of fun to get to know his extended family better. We got along really well. Stephen's family plays a lot of games when they get together, and that weekend was no exception. We also explored the outdoors by taking a hike to the beaver pond where the kids had a blast. I was able to eat some things, and the medicine did seem to be helping, but it didn't completely get rid of my symptoms. All in all, it was a good weekend.
I went to work on Monday wondering if I was going to be fired or not. My boss asked me how I was feeling, and I told her I was better but not completely better. She then went off for ten minutes about menopause, and then left. I guess that means I'm not fired? Though this whole ordeal has me thinking about my job and if I want to stay here or not. That's still up in the air right now, so we'll have to see.
This past week, Nicholas, my brother-in-law, went to the MTC to prepare for his mission to Paris, France. Stephen and I went out to dinner with his family Tuesday night since they were in town, and then on Wednesday, we all said our goodbyes to him. It will be hard to not have him around for the next two years, but I know that his sacrifice is worth it if it helps others come to Christ. He will be a great missionary. After the family dropped him off at the MTC, we all went up to the cabin again for a few more days. It was fun to be at the cabin with his immediate family this time, as well as some extended family. We played more games, but I had to rest a lot more because I wasn't feeling too well. I got a priesthood blessing from my husband, brother-in-law, father-in-law, and grandpa-in-law, so that was really special. It helped me feel a lot better on Friday.
Saturday, however, I woke up feeling very sick again. It's hard to be on the medicine which everyone claims as a saving grace but not have it help much. We came home from the cabin and I slept most of the afternoon. Sunday, I wasn't much better, but Stephen's Mission President had his homecoming sermon, so we went to that. It was like a mission reunion for Stephen, and he had a great time reminiscing with other elders and sisters from the mission. There was a luncheon afterward that had the most incredible sandwiches I had ever had (okay, not really, but I was able to eat them, so that's incredible). I was really grateful we were able to attend, but when I got home, I feel asleep again for most of the day. This pregnancy is really taking a toll on me physically and mentally. I'm ten weeks, so there's hope that I'll feel better soon, so cross your fingers for that. Besides being sick all the time, Stephen and I are having a great time in life.
