I know it's been forever since I've blogged...but hey...life just kind of gets in the way sometimes.
The cool news is that we are pregnant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very excited I'm 8 weeks and 3 days as of this post. The not so fun news is that I've spent the last 2.5 weeks puking my guts out. I'm trying to keep a positive perspective that that means the baby is healthy and growing, but puking gets old. There's nothing I hate more in the world, not that I know too many people that like it...but you know what I mean.
We found out super early, Like 2 weeks in, so I've been adjusting my meds, which has been a crazy adventure in and of itself. When I first found out that I was pregnant, my family doctor told me to stop my tramodol completely. Horrible, let me repeat horrible idea to go from 4-6 pills a day for the last 5 years down to nothing. I went through MAJOR withdrawal, it was ugly. So with the help of my O.B. doc and my family doc they have me down to 3 a day. Which by no means takes care of my pain, but I'm still able to function. Anything less and I'm a mess, i don't sleep, eat, think, function in any viable way. I also cut out my restless leg meds (mirapex) which makes sleeping challenging at the best of times. But it will all be worth it in the end....but it will be a long journey to make it to the end of May 2010.
I'm super jazzed and really haven't noticed that my fibro has been any better/worse than normal while being pregnant...granted it's still early. I'll be 40 in 3 weeks so I'm already high risk so I suspect at some point I'll end up on bed rest too. I'm trying to prepare myself for the worst and hope for the best. Only time will tell.
I've realized more than ever, how grateful I am for the amazing support of my husband...he has been soooo cool at trying to help me whatever I need. I'm not sure what I'd do without him. He went back to work this morning so it will be 2 weeks with just me and my son, and I have to admit I'm kinda nervous. Not that I can't do it, but it's really nice to have that extra support around. Although my son was awesome today at the grocery store...he new I was really nauseous and he helped with everything that he could...I guess he takes after his dad :)
This is my first pregnancy, my "son" is actually my step-son...so I'll just have to ride the wave and go wherever my body and hormones take me...but so far...things are good.
I'll keep you posted