Saturday, I got to work, had a big breakfast and began to prepare for the day. I was feeling a bit off, but chalked it up to getting up early and rushing to work. After a few hours I realized I was having dizzy spells. They started to get worse until I couldn't even stand up without feeling like I would fall over. My vision was blurred as well. I called my doctor and she told me to get straight to the hospital. Ty came to my rescue and helped me get there. I was on monitors for a few hours and the doctor's ran a bunch of tests to check my vitals and check the baby as well. Everything came back fine and the baby was active and going strong. I, on the other hand, was diagnosed with severe fatigue and low fluids. I'll always remember the nurse's reaction when I told her I work 50 hours a week. She immediately snapped a look at me and said, "Not anymore, you don't". Hopefully, my work will be understanding and realize I am pregnant and I am going to have a baby in 7-10 weeks. I'm in the final stretch here and I'm really beginning to feel the weight of this process. I was put on bed rest for a few days and that's where I've been. It's not as easy as it sounds. I'm really struggling to not do more than I'm able. All I ever do is go, go, go. That's what I'm used to, but I'm beginning to realize that unless I start to slow down, my body will do it for me. So, I'm resting and trying not to focus on all the things I could be doing. I just have to remember that I'm doing it for my little guy and he needs me to take it easy.
Baby is very active and already has a personality. He's a mover and he's getting so strong. Every kick becomes more and more pronounced. He reacts to sounds and movements and gets a little fiesty. I can't wait to see him. He already makes me laugh, and not just because his little feet are always kicking on my tickle spots. You can push on his feet and he'll push back. It's amazing how much you can love a little person you've never even seen.
He's gonna be a momma's boy.
