I have tons to write, and have in fact been writing virtual blog entries in my head rather continuously. However, I've just been too nauseated to write much! And this will, thus, be a short entry. And probably not too coherent of one.
My big praise is that my insurance approved the Zofran - thank the Lord! I think it took the prayers of my entire church and assorted friends to accomplish that miracle. It is keeping me sane, though it doesn't take all the nausea away (bummer!).
I'm just trying to hold the line and keep going one day at a time. I still do not have HG, praise God, just miserable round-the-clock nausea. Thankfully, the Zofran seems to have taken care of the vomiting, which is a big relief. I'm grateful to have passed the seven-week mark, and I'm trying to stay with the present and be grateful for an easier road. After all, what I am now considering "miserable" was better known as "heavenly" last time - after all, I'm typing at a computer, right? Not huddled on the bathroom floor praying for an early death.
I wish I could speed up the time and get out of the first trimester to a time when I could actually enjoy my pregnancy. I'm really looking forward to that. But I'm also thinking, "Okay, this is the last time I'll ever be at [seven weeks, six weeks, etc.], so enjoy it." But I'm also enjoying the thought of the end of the road, too!
I'll write more coherent thoughts later, but I wanted to check in. Please continue to pray for me - that the nausea would be manageable and that it would pass quickly!