Great Expectations: Elizabeth @ 17 Weeks

I'm not going to lie, the last two weeks have been rough. On Friday, July 22 I got a weird virus that impacted a lot of pregnant women in my area. It manifested with mild flu symptoms - low grade fever and aches but no loss of appetite - with major vertigo. I went home sick and didn't come back to work until Wednesday. When I called my midwife on Sunday (the worst day by far) and told her that I couldn't stand up without holding on to something, she said that normally she'd send me straight to the ER but I was the sixth pregnant mother to report such symptoms and that it's just a weird virus without much of a cure. She told me to check in every few hours, drink lots of liquids and eat protein, and go to the ER if it got worse. She saw me the next day and baby Mae's heartbeat was drumming like a banshee, plus I was feeling a tiny bit better, so we decided to let the virus run its natural course.

It didn't help that it was over 100 degrees in Ukiah all that week; we have air conditioning, but any time I stepped outside I was instantly overheated. Carson got into the endearing but obnoxious habit of placing his HUGE HAND on my arm or forehead any time I looked hot to check to see if I had a fever, which instantly made me feel 100 times hotter. Happily it has "cooled" to the 90s and I mostly feel better, except for some lingering fatigue and one particularly troublesome problem...