Here we are. 7 weeks and I'm sick as a dog. My good days lasted a few days longer than last time, so I had high hopes that it wouldn't get as bad. But it has. Constant nausea. Throwing up. Stomach hurting. Losing weight. Headaches and my strength is waning. Trying to stay positive, but it is oh so hard.
Dean has been great with keeping up with housework, and setting a schedule to have the boys taken care of. I miss them like crazy, but am beyond grateful to have both sides of our families ready and willing to help take care of them.
I'm seeing my midwife tomorrow to get some iv fluids and a b6 shot, and am really hoping for some relief. I would welcome your prayers