I was looking forward to today as I had my weekly scan booked which meant, a) seeing Baby Toast, and b) getting out of the house. Alas, I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very nauseous and miserable and couldn't get back to sleep. I'd also run out of Zofran, which was very stupid on my part. After vomiting everything I ate and drank I made my way to Portland and did get to see the little poppet. It wasn't a growth scan, but a check to see if he's practice breathing, moving, etc. He scored 8/8. We did have to wake him up to make sure he was doing all his movements and I have to say that he looked thoroughly cross as a result. I think I know who he takes after there....
Both Rich and I think he looks a lot like Raf, so we shall see!
Sadly the misery continued and I've been so ill today with nausea, vomiting, and heartburn that we had to cancel our picnic plans.
I have felt like crying most of the day. Part of me would like a third kiddo but, honestly, I don't seem to do pregnancy graciously at all and I can't imagine putting the entire family through this again.
Not a good day.