With Sydney I was "lucky" enough to only be nauseated in the afternoon/evening. Round 2 is bringing an all day feeling of ick. Hopefully this first trimester will fly by, because I'm ready to feel full of energy again.
Today I had my hCG level drawn again. I should have the results in a few hours. The goal is for it to have at least doubled since Wednesday (anything >3778). It is not a secret that I am a huge wimp when it comes to having my blood drawn. I really thought that I would get better about it since I am an RN now...ya right. Putting a needle into tiny babies heads doesn't bother me, but when a nurse comes at my AC with a needle I want to run out of the room. To make matters worse, today I decided I'd be OK if I just sat in the chair and let her draw my blood, the way most people have their blood work done. Up until today I requested a place to lay down while I was a pin cushion. So the blue tourniquet was tied on, I squeezed the stress ball deal, and the nurse poked me. As the needle is sticking out of my arm she is calling for help and decides to fish around a bit...um, stop, pull the needle out, then get help. She didn't get any blood. So, she tries the other arm and fails. At this point I say, "I think we should have someone else try and can I lay down." I feel like a huge goober, but I was sweating and felt a little faint. No way was this joker poking me again. She takes me back, calls in back up, and in one more poke I was done. Next time "Sue" shows up to draw my blood, I will request someone else. I really thought I was a big girl now and could graduate to sitting up for blood draws...wrong-o. Forever will I be the wimp who has to lay down for any type of poke. "Sue" was very apologetic and mentioned she was having a bad day, and the STAT blood man was waiting for my blood, so I guess I should cut her some slack. Really, I don't blame her, I just hate being poked.
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