Ugh. I've been feeling sick since Saturday. At first I thought it was the result of too many glasses of wine on Friday night coupled with "Fully Figured Yoga" on Saturday morning. But here it is Tuesday night, and I've still been fighting off nausea and added weirdly swelling hands and shortness of breath tonight after struggling through 28 whopping minutes on the treadmill.
Hubs and I are making an effort to get pregnant, but it's too soon to tell if that's what it is- it's at least 2 more weeks before I can even remotely qualify for an early test. I'm kind of hoping it's not pregnancy, because to feel this nauseous this early to me does not bode well for a morning-sickness free pregnancy. Sigh.
It's amazing to me that I even made an effort on the treadmill, but I know I need to do it. I hate not feeling good. Even worse than I hate exercise, and that's saying something.
I'm not even sure what to do at this point. Make a doctor's appointment and spend a ridiculous amount of money for a 5 minute visit to tell me they can't help? Hopefully one of my go to sick foods- Mrs. Grass Extra Noodle Chicken Soup- will help.
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