Sick and Scared

I haven't been a very dedicated blogger the past few weeks, and for that, I apologize. I've had some other things going on. Mainly, it warmed up there for a little piece and I was able to spend some time outside. Sewing and blogging were far removed from my mind. Secondly, I had been away on a business trip with my husband this week and was stuck in bed, sick as a dog.

Yes. Sick. It started out as simple nausea, which I thought I could handle. I'm 15 weeks pregnant, so of course, I chalked it up to morning sickness. Here I was, already in my second trimester, considering myself lucky that I had made it through the first several months of pregnancy without getting that dreaded morning sickness. And wha-bam! It hits me.

As it turns out, it wasn't just morning sickness and nausea. And this is where I stop with the details and you can fill in with your own imagination. From my short stint as a microbiologist (ok, I took one class for college a year ago), I was sure that I had some type of foodborne illness. I was thinking salmonella, Staphylococcus aureaus, Escherichia coli, etc. I also considered toxoplasmosis, which I would have contracted from my sweet cat, Theo.

I called my ob/gyn's office and spoke to one of his nurses. She suggested an OTC medicine for a simple "stomach bug". Whatever that means. Luckily, I had some of the medicine here at the house, took it, and felt fine. My husband and I were supposed to be leaving for Frankfort that day for a business trip. At the time, I felt well enough to travel the 3 1/2 hour long drive and thought I was better. Made the trip just fine, no problem. Unfortunately, I was not better the next day. In fact, I was worse. There I was, in a strange city, by myself at the hotel while King was at his conference, sick and scared that I was going to need medical attention. Normally, I wouldn't have been so concerned. But when you're pregnant (especially pregnant with your first child), you just worry more than normal. King was worried. I was worried. My folks at home were worried. Dehydration could have set it at any moment, and I was scared that I was going to find myself in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. I was scared for our baby. It was late one night, and I finally called my own hospital in Bowling Green and spoke to one of the ob's on call. He didn't sound too concerned, thought it was just a "G.I. bug" and told me to stay hydrated. I felt a little more relieved. But, I was still worried about traveling home the next day....

Thankfully, we made it home it what seemed like an hour. A 3 to 3 1/2 hour long trip took no time. Now I'm home, feeling better, and getting more rest just in case I'm not 100%.

The moral of the story is this: it's scary to be sick in a strange city when you're alone in a hotel room for most of the day--especially when you're pregnant.

Another added moral of the story: never travel when you think you could be sick. Even if you think you could be feeling better. Just stay at home. Or if you're like me and scared to stay by yourself, stay with someone else. Stay with your mom; she'll take care of you. This is what I should have done!