Seriously. What. Have. We. Done.

I am home from work sick for the third day in a row. I have the WORST cold I've ever had and that combined with the all day morning sickness has not made for a good week.

Tuesday I went to the doctor for some morning sickness medication. I just couldn't take it any longer. I got a prescription, went home and took my first dosage, then I went to sleep for 2 hours. At 4:30 p.m. I took the second dosage and immediately my eye lids were heavy. I went to bed at 7:42 p..m. but before I did I took two more pills as per the directions. I slept until 6:45 a.m. when I got up and tried to get ready for work. What was I thinking? Everything was in slow motion. I was sweating and shaking, I couldn't stand without holding the wall for support. I was basically high. There was no way I could have driven a car. Oh and I threw up. So much for that.

Then, I bawled my eyes out. I was sick, tired, scared and frustrated.

I called the pharmacy but it was closed, then I called TeleHealth. I waited on the line for 30 minutes before talking the the nurse. She eventually transferred me to the pharmacist. Lovely woman, but the news she had for me was not good. She said I had to decide if I wanted to live with the morning sickness or the "fatigue" caused by the medication. Umm... this is not fatigue! I'm stoned!

I have not taken another pill since that day. I have another appointment with my doctor on Monday so I'll talk to her about it then.

So needless to say Wednesday I stayed home, slept most of the day and spent the rest blowing my drippy nose - oh yah, don't forget about the mother of all colds! I spoke to my boss Wednesday and based on how I sounded, she told me to take Thursday off too. I guess I sounded as bad as I felt.

Today is Thursday. The good news is that I don't seem to feel nauseous, although I have thrown up several times all ready today. My cold is still here in full force. I'm hoping by tomorrow will be the day that it turns the corner. I really do have to go back to work tomorrow, so let's keep our collective fingers crossed that I feel even slightly human.

The person I feel the worst for is not me, it's Norm. I told him this baby thing was going to be great. So far it has been less than great. His wife is a sobbing, snotty, sneezing, barfing mess who is second guessing this whole Goddamned thing. This kid better be the next Brad Pitt.