31 weeks, 3 days
The last few weeks I’ve managed this delicate balance
between eating enough and dealing with the horrendous indigestion that I have
on a daily basis. When both babies are breech with their heads on your stomach,
there just isn’t much room in there. I’m taking prescription medicine for the
indigestion, but one night it was so bad, I had to get up and make myself throw
up just so I could sleep.
Well last night my husband, Jason, and I had plans to go out
to dinner. I felt a little hungry at 4, but I was working and quickly forgot
about it, since my hunger signal is so weak right now. If only it were like
this when I’m NOT pregnant, I would be a size 6!!! At 5:00 he said he would be
home in a couple of minutes and we could leave for dinner right away. At that
point, I figured I could make it 30 minutes more without food, so I decided to
wait.
He didn’t get home till 5:40, so we headed out to dinner
pretty quickly. I ordered food, we chatted, and I drank a little bit of root
beer.
I told him I was feeling a little funny. I had had a sip of
his beer and was like, there’s no way that one sip of beer made me feel like
this! I hadn’t made the connection that this was now beyond hunger. My stomach
still wasn’t really telling me I was hungry.
The waitress brought the food. Right as I leaned forward and
started to eat, my ears started ringing. I started getting sweaty and clammy
and my eyesight started to dim. I told Jason what was going on and he was very
calm. He had me put my feet up in his lap, told me to drink the root beer, in
case my blood sugar was low, & to keep eating. I did and started to feel
better. I was still only able to much on the fries & drink a little root
beer. Couldn’t even touch my burger at this point.
After a few minutes, it started to fade, so I started eating
my burger. I was a sweaty mess! As soon as I put my feet down, it started
again, but this time quicker and I couldn’t make it go away. I was almost
completely blacked out and told Jason he had to help me. I was kind of freaking
out. I didn’t want to ruin dinner, I didn’t want to pass out in public, I
didn’t want to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance if someone called 911…
So he took me to the bench in the front waiting area of the restaurant. I laid
down and put my feet up, which immediately made the dizziness and passing out
feeling go away, but I felt like such a DOOF laying on a bench in the
restaurant.
Jason quickly paid the bill, our waitress, who knew I wasn’t
feeling well, had already packaged up my dinner. Our friend, the restaurant
owner, came out and made sure I was doing okay. Jason went and got the car and
took me home.
I ate half the burger in the car on the way home, with the
seat leaned back. I apologized to Jason for being such an idiot and not eating.
Lesson learned!
This won’t happen again. I’m going to eat right now!
