Okay, so this picture is the "I am half dead with a killer cold and can't take my beloved Nyquil" version. Try not to judge me too much for the way I look. :)
So we are a week down the road. This week has brought relief from the nausea for the most part. The last few days has also brought relief from the stretching feeling that made it seem like the babies were trying to push out at every side.
Of course, the relief is a blessing and a curse, as Adrian Monk would say. Without those symptoms, my mind goes into overdrive trying to convince myself that something is wrong or that I've lost the babies. This is where trust and faith must come into play.
The last few days have been brutal with a capital "B". Jonathan and I both picked up colds. I have had a hard time breathing. So has Jonathan. I took him to the pediatrician today and he ended up with two breathing treatments. Thankfully it isn't RSV or the Flu.
Tomorrow I see one of the high risk doctors. I'm hoping she will at least use the fetal doppler to find heartbeats. I'm also going to ask if they will schedule the next ultrasound. Hopefully I'm feeling better from the cold and if not, maybe she can verify that I don't have the Flu or something more serious we need to pay attention to.
The next week brings a fairly big game for my girls on Friday night (also homecoming night) and a game next Tuesday. Other than that, it will mostly be rest for Jonathan, Mommy and the Triplets.
Thanks again to those of you who are praying. We take it one day at a time...
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