Oh wow was yesterday a bad day. I posted around 7:30, and things just went downhill from there. I'll spare the details and just leave it at that 2 separate "stomach issue" related incidents followed around 8 and 9. I spent most of the day in bed, napping on and off.
At some point in the morning, I started alternating between being really cold and being hot. I checked my temperature and it was 100.5. I tried to call the doctor's office, but of course with it being a Saturday they were not open. I called the county hospital's urgent care center and spoke with a nurse. That phone call lasted forever, and was not very helpful. We got to the point where I think I was about to get the OK for acetaminophen (the pain reliever/fever reducer approved for pregnancy) when the nurse got nervous about the fact that my doctor hasn't approved any medications for me - because I haven't had a doctor's appointment yet. And then she was kind of wishy washy about whether I should go into urgent care or not. So I poked around on the clinic's page and found their ER number and spoke to a nurse. She was much more helpful, giving useful advice for dealing with the nausea. And she transferred me to the resident on call, who was able to verify that I could take acetaminophen and noted in my chart that I called and she OK'd. She also gave me their number and said I could call back with any pregnancy related questions. I think I'll be calling my doctor tomorrow just to make sure everything is ok and verify if they'll want to see my earlier.
Today is much better. I woke up with mild queasiness, but nothing severe. No issues, either, and my temperature was normal.
I did end up walking with Molly yesterday afternoon, in the hopes that some fresh air and activity would help make me feel better. I felt ok enough while (slowly) walking, but felt really tired when we got home. So I went back to bed for awhile. Poor Molly really missed me yesterday. At one point I came out into the living room after having been in my room for several hours, and I laid on the floor. She came and laid right down next to me, and occasionally rested her head on me. It was cute.
We went out this morning to exercise. We walked for a few minutes, and then ran for a little bit and then walked home. I knew I'd be slower, but I didn't expect to be as slow as I was (over 11 mpm). But a large part of is that I'm still really nervous about running. I really don't think it's coincidence that the month I got pregnant is one in which I only ran 3-4 times a week, and not very far at that. And so I might have been able to run faster than we did, but really what's the point? This is the one time in my life I can run as slow as possible and not have it be a bad thing, so why not enjoy it? We stopped running a little after 2 miles; I probably could've done 3 but I didn't want to push it.
