Jump in the air

Ugh.

What a week this has been, and it's only Wednesday morning. But I've been sick since Sunday night, and things don't go well when I'm sick. I've been having terrible epigastric pain, and even when I ate nothing but dry toast I felt like hell. Mike convinced me to call the doctor yesterday morning, and I'm so glad he did. They saw me in the afternoon, and did a full workup. I'm still waiting on results from my bloodwork, and I need to schedule a gallbladder sonogram (remember all this?), but the NP is pretty sure it's just the GERD acting up. She put me on an over the counter acid reducer, and is willing to prescribe something stronger if that doesn't do the trick. But so far so good--I started on the meds last night and I'm finally starting to feel human again today. Hopefully we've found the solution that's going to keep me in good shape for the next 20 weeks or so.

Aside from my feeling like crap, baby's doing great. S/he is moving around a lot more now, and it's fun for me to notice through the day. I'm excited for the movement to get stronger, to the point where Mike will be able to feel it too. That was so much fun when Evan was in there--seeing a foot or a butt poke out at random times. Ah, the odd spectacle that is pregnancy.

Evan's doing very well too. He's talking so much more--Mike and I were noticing last night how much he says now, and how his pronunciation is improving. It's great to hear him chatter away when he's playing or has an opinion about something. He's getting so big and has such an interesting personality. Ev's very particular, but we find that very funny most of the time. He's also starting to recognize words, which is pretty cool. It's amazing how much he's changing every day.

That's all I guess. The world kind of passes you by when you're not feeling well, and I'm still coming out of that daze. Hopefully things will become clearer by the weekend!