I didn't mind having a headache when there was still hope that I might be pregnant. However, this is my 3rd day of this headache since confirming that I am not pregnant. And it stinks. It starts first thing in the morning and doesn't leave until mid afternoon.
Saturday morning's remedy proved to be a huge mistake. Note to self (and everyone else): a breakfast burrito, chased with 2 excedrin and 800 mg of motrin and a fistful of vitamins is a recipe for disaster. I spent 20 minutes throwing up and then had an upset stomach for the rest of the day. And still had a headache until the afternoon.
It seems that all that helps this headache is laying in the recliner with a warm rice sock on my head, napping or watching TV. As you can see, sometimes my sweet Molly Pie joins me, and that helps a lot. Please don't hold my dirty, stingy hair against me.
But, I'm OK. We're OK. We have a plan, we still have options. During the next week we will be getting much more information. I still haven't decided just how much of the next adventure I plan to share here. I am concerned about the reaction that some people we know in real life might have and I don't want to be in the position of having our potential kids treated differently. So, maybe more to come later.
In the meantime, I'm heading back to the recliner with my hot rice sock and remote. Then I need to get off my duff and get to the gym and also get some housekeeping done before the tutoring kids start showing up this afternoon. Tonight is my support group meeting, so I couldn't ask for better timing on that.