I made it 8 months without getting Covid... not so lucky in month 9 of the pandemic. We have it!
I got it at work. Which in hindsight seems inevitable considering I'm in very close proximity to other people all day (our classroom is crowded).
There is still lots of good news. Neither of us was super sick. We both had one day of feeling kind of gross with a very low fever of 99 and a headache. That was followed by about a week of a mild stuffy nose.
Honestly we are lucky because pretty much every cold I've ever had has been worse.
It was amazing to get 2 weeks off of work. I've been so tired juggling school, doctor's appointments, and teaching dance on top of not feeling well due to medication side effects/pregnancy.
The timing was also great because the time off coincided with feeling nauseous a lot of the time. I don't know how I would have handled being at work all day while trying not to throw up.
Our quarantine officially ends tomorrow and it's a little bittersweet. I'm excited to see my family and the puppies and to go shopping, but sad to leave the lazy cocoon.
The bright side is that it's Thanksgiving next week so we only have 3 days of school.
I will finally get my ultrasound next week after 3 weeks of waiting and wondering what's going on.
It can't come soon enough because yesterday...
I bled.
Not a lot. Nothing painful. But it was so scary. I cried all night. I want this to work out so badly.
I was in a great mood yesterday daydreaming about the future. I've been thinking a lot about how fun next Christmas will be having a 6 month old baby with us.
And then when that happened at night, all I could feel was doubt again. I did actually feel a lot better after getting a blessing. That gave me some hope.
There's nothing I can really do besides wait and see. They won't let me come any earlier than Monday because of Covid. I've been trying to take it easy and hope that helps.
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