What a dramatic tiring day yesterday. I woke up feeling like I caught Jon’s cold. And I was mocking him all weekend for being such a lazy one and he should just take a pill and dig into all the work we have to do. Coz I’m working away and I’m pregnant! Anyway I wasn’t so cocky on Monday morning, but I left for work. Slept all the way to London and felt really disoriented and tired when doing the train swaps. But I got to work, had some breakfast and drank loads of water to get the sickness out of me and also try and combat an oncoming water infection.
At like 11:30 though I felt so sick I had to run to the loo and I actually be sick… This made me super weak and shaky. I decided to call my midwife as quite a few of my symptoms were on a “symptoms never to ignore”-list that I have. My midwife wasn’t in and I was given a number to a midwife advice line. After speaking to them I was advised to come in to the Tunbridge Wells hospital. Which is very far, especially from Richmond where I work. I left work and went home. Was crying most of the way home and called Jon. Some combination of exhaustion, worry and self pity. Luckily Jon came home about the same time as me so we could leave quite soon. TW hospital was a mase and I started crying again because everything was so confusing and I didn’t know where to go. Just to illustrate my state of mind…. Massively hormonal.
Anyway after waiting for an hour and a half we finally got to see a lovely midwife. We monitored little Baby Waddell for a while and despite all the commotion, he was swimming around carefree. We even got a chance to record his heart beat.
Hours after leaving the office freshly emptied of all my stomach content I finally got home and could get to bed, the only thing I really wanted to do all day. My night’s sleep wasn’t great, but I had to take a sick day today and I seriously slept half the day. Very needed obviously.
Drama Monday yesterday, but we’re all well and that’s the main point. (well except for my cold but that will go away in a day or two)
