Life with the Rogers

I am awake for the 4th night in a row at 3:15 am. This is the 2nd night in a row that instead of lying there awake in bed I’ve decided to go downstairs and eat, read, drink, write on the computer, whatever…

Since I haven’t blogged in quite awhile I thought I’d update the world on the, shall we say, highlights, of this pregnancy.

Let me start off with saying that of course this is all worth it. I can’t wait to meet the little guy that keeps jamming his butt or foot or whatever under my right rib cage. However, any lady who says that they LOVED being pregnant, they never felt better but when they were pregnant, etc, is either lying, or has forgotten all the, ah, joys, of pregnancy.

I have to tell you, I don’t love not being able to move at night because I’ve walked wal-mart 1 too many times that day, I don’t love lying in bed with my throat burning because I ate –anything– that gave me heartburn, I don’t love waddling everywhere I go because I am just so HUGE…and then having everyone I meet saying, ‘oh, but you’re not big at all!’…oh yeah? You try carrying this thing around all day and then let me know how you feel.

But the climax, the pinnacle of this whole thing is the kidney infection that I got and had to spend 4 days in the hospital. That’s the best part. Yah.

So I wake up one morning with a suspicion that I have a UTI -Urinary Tract Infection-. I called my doctor, I went in to pee in a cup (something else I can’t wait to not have to do every single week of my life) and to get meds to treat the infection. As soon as I get home and take the meds I throw up. Then I throw up again. And again. So I call my doctor again and the nurse says that if I don’t stop throwing up or the pain gets worse on one side or the other to go to the hospital so that they can check via blood tests to make sure that it isn’t a kidney infection. BTW, kidney infections can cause early contractions so that’s why it’s such a big deal.

Well the pain started to get worse…fast…only on my left side. Then I couldn’t move, get comfortable, or anything at all because of the pain. So we go to the hospital. Hospital just says you don’t have a kidney infection (they don’t think) and to wait until I can keep food down and send me home.

After not sleeping at ALL that night I wake up the next morning throwing up again. Now this time it’s been 12 hours since I took that awful pill they gave me so I know it’s not because of that that I’m throwing up. So I call the doctor. My doctor wasn’t on call that day so I get the brilliant man who was filling in. HA.

He tells me that I’m just sick…that I have a virus. I say, what about the pain on my left side that isn’t getting better but is getting worse? He says it’s just a virus, just drink gatorade and forget about the meds until I can keep something in my stomach. So there I am…so sick, throwing up every second, in excrutiating pain that won’t go away no matter what position I’m in and I can’t even take the meds to make the infection go away because I can’t keep anything down.

Did I mention that all of these symptoms are symptoms of a kidney infection that no one so far was willing to diagnose me with? Yup.

So the next day comes and I call again because at this point I can’t even keep water down and I think I’m getting dehydrated as my legs start cramping up. Not a good sign when you’re pregnant!! The doctor is again the brilliant man from the day before and he says the same thing…you just have a virus. I’m thinking…I am NOT that much of a baby! If this was a virus, ok, I can deal with that but the pain on my side is BAD! So I start to get a little hysterical on the phone and I say that I think I may have a kidney infection. He says but the pain would be on one side only and more in your back…and I say IT IS! That’s what I’ve been telling you! And you know what he says? Oh…then you should come in the hospital right away.

GOOD GRIEF.

So I arrive and once he comes in to check on my by pounding on my back by my kidneys and I double over in pain…he admits me.

Let me just say that I REALLY hope that he isn’t the doctor on call when I go into labor. I think I’d rather have Josh deliver at home.

Seriously.