15 Weeks

How far along? 15 weeks
Baby’s size? About the size of an apple (4 inches long and weighs 2 ½ oz)
Total Weight Gain: 0
Stretch marks? No
Maternity Clothes? Not quite yet…but will be buying a few pieces this week
Sleep: Between restroom awakenings and trying to get comfortable I don’t get much sleep
Miss Anything? Not really
Movement: fluttering
Food cravings: None
Anything making you queasy or sick: Raw meat and seeing blood.
Symptoms: Just the regular….fatigue, ligament pain, and colon issues
Belly Button in or out? In
Wedding rings on or off? On
Happy or moody most of the time: Tired but happy

Last Thursday my arms, stomach, and chest started to itch.  I had just put on a sweater that Hubby washed and thought that maybe he used too much laundry detergent, no big deal.  By the time I went to bed I had a rash.  I thought that if I rewashed the laundry that the itching and rash would go away.  Well it didn’t work and the rash got worse.

At my 15 week check-up I got blood drawn to see if my liver was having problems (which can cause a rash) and 2 prescriptions.  I left the doctor’s office extremely overwhelmed and when I got to my car I burst into tears.  Yet another problem with this pregnancy….

 

Normally I would never complain about getting my prescriptions filled, as my brother-in-law is a pharmacist, but it was completely ridiculous.  After waiting 2 hours I went to pick up my prescription, turns out there had been a miscommunication between my doctor’s office and the pharmacy and my prescription was never received.  I called my doctor’s office and got it taken care of right in front of the tech.  I was told to come back in 30 minutes, no big deal.  I called 2 hours later to see if it was ready and it wasn’t, I was told it would be another 30 minutes.  An hour later I finally went to the pharmacy and had to wait another 20 minutes because it still wasn’t ready.  All I could think was –Seriously!?!?! 

*It should be noted that I live 30 minutes from the pharmacy and all I wanted to do was go home.  I was extremely emotional and wanted nothing more than to just cry*

By the time I got home I was a complete wreck and if I hadn’t had Lovey with me all day I probably would have had a mental breakdown.

So week 15 you suck!