Echoes.

I want to say things are getting better.
And they are.
But when things have been as bad as they have been, better is subjective.
I’m afraid to hope that it’s real.

This hyperemesis isn’t anything to play around with.
After three hospital visits and one admittance, I know that I am only in the small potatoes level of this illness and I have NO idea how any of the women who make it through the worse scenarios do so.

I feel more human today… but who knows how long this will last?

I’ve got the Zofran pump – which is a ton of fun – I love stabbing myself with injections every day.
(And people with diabetes everywhere are rolling their eyes at me).
I’m on Reglan, Zantac, Zoloft, B6 and a variety of other smaller things to help me cope and not go insane with vomitatious glee.

And sometimes it even works.
Dear God, Please let it be working.
Let this be a turning point – let this pregnancy start proceeding normally.
Let me feel human again.