Well, my blissful lack of morning sickness lasted until the middle of the night on Wednesday. 2am found me retching hard over the toilet for an hour, then trooping downstairs naked to find the olives to see if they would help again. I have no light in my refrigerator (further proof of my white trashness) so I first ate some mandarin oranges before I managed to find the olives. Sadly, they did not help this time.
I spent Thursday at home, and I decided to start taking the Zofran. Lots and lots of folks told me about it, and my doctor prescribed it without my asking for it specifically, so I guess I was meant to take it.
But it scares me.
If we have a daughter, my husband and I plan to name her after his sister. His sister was born in 1960 or 61, and lived, sadly, only a week. The reason? My mother-in-law took Thalidomide. Which was touted as a cure for morning sickness.
We won't even get into DES and the nightmare that it is causing getupgrrl.
You'd think I wouldn't be so nervous. Being in recovery, I know women who shot heroin and cocaine or smoked crack or drank daily throughout their pregnancies, and by-and-large, their babies have turned out pretty well. Women drank beer and coffee, smoked cigarettes and took all kinds of medications as recently as twenty years ago and most of the kids of that era are fine.
But Zofran was made for chemotherapy patients, not pregnant ladies. No long term studies of it's effect on pregnant women have been done (tests have been done in rats and rabbits, but still). So I'm nervous.
But I cannot continue to be a prisoner to the nausea. I can't focus, I can hardly work, and eating is sporadic. I'm miserable. And the Zofran IS helping; today is a bit easier than yesterday, and I imagine, once my "blood levels" are up, I will feel even better.
Tomorrow night I'm going out to dinner with a gang of women for our semi-monthly women's night. We're checking out a fancy new restaurant that just opened in my neighborhood. I'd really like to be able to actually eat something!
