I spent a lot of time at the hospital this week. This isn't nearly as bad as it sounds, in fact you might say that it isn't bad at all. On Tuesday morning, my husband got a follow-up procedure related to his scary ER visit in August. Everything inside him looks great, but it took him all day to even begin to recover from the sedatives they gave him. They think it is very unlikely that he has any sort of chronic condition that we need to worry about.
Inside me, everything looks even better! On Wednesday, we had a first-trimester ultrasound and the fluid in me (placenta) and in the baby (spinal cord?) is all looking great. I really didn't think I would be able to see a little person, but I totally could, and it was awesome. It's weird to watch the little parasite kick me repeatedly and not feel it at all.
Of course, the fact is that my morning sickness and migraines have not gone away, so in my mind "going to the hospital" is code for "hey! you people! I've felt horrible for almost 2 months! I want me back!" Today I got to go to an amazing 2-hour lecture on my Research Topic, but I almost missed it because I had a really bad wave of nausea while trying to work on a job letter in the morning.
Oh, and I found out that I didn't get an interview for either of the jobs I was most optimistic about. Strangely, this made me less nauseated.
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