Well, I feel about 7 lbs. lighter after experiencing one of the worst stomach viruses I’ve ever had. I didn’t feel all that hot on Thursday, but just attributed it to a bad pregnancy day. Lo and behold, I started puking my guts out at about 8:30 that night. Amai started up at about 11 pm, poor thing. And poor Chris had to rush back and forth between us, cleaning up, making sure we were ok, etc.
The real fun started at about 1:30, when I started having hard contractions. After calling my ob, he told me to get to L&D at the hospital so they could rehydrate me for the contractions to stop. I asked if that was completely necessary, and he said, “well, it’s up to you, but I don’t want you going into pre-term labor.” So we went. All four of us. Imagine this- a woman comes into L&D, with a bowl in her hand and almost passes out right when she comes in. Her daughter is throwing up into her own bowl, and her son is babbling nonsense in his umbrella stoller and laughing because he’s so tired. Her husband is now patting their daughter on the back, and holding his wife up while they bring out a wheelchair. Yes, it was fun.
Everything is back to normal now. Minus the 7 pounds I lost in 24 hours. The fluids they gave me helped the contractions stop, and the virus ran its course in due time. And I hope I never have it again. Thank you God for getting us through that night. Please watch over Chris as he is the only one that hasn’t had this… yet.
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