Or something. This is a disclaimer that I will be talking about a yeast infection (mine) and associated parts (the vajayjay- also mine). So if you are offended/completely grossed out by this, you might just want to skip this post.
Some people get a lovely pregnancy glow or shiny beautiful hair. And then when other ladies get pregnant, they get yeast infections. I guess I'm one of those ladies this time around. I thought that maybe it was an allergic reaction to the new progesterone suppositories I started using. (ahem, they do not go in the butt- in case you were wondering) But as time when on, and it got worse and worse, I realized the beast for what it was.
I did some googling and enough reputable (although I admit, I'm using the term somewhat loosely) sources told me that it was okay to use Monistat. So I get the seven day because it takes longer, so it will seriously just knock the crap out of that yeast, right? I wasn't relishing the idea of having to stick progesterone and Monistat up the hooha for a week, but really, I don't like sticking something up there every day anyway and I have to, so it's moot.
Did they do something to Monistat? Change it in some way? Because it burned like 300 flaming demon suns of evil doom. I have never wished I could completely remove my vagina until that moment in my life. I ran around the house doing the pee pee dance and basically dying. I thought maybe there was a reaction with the progesterone and cursed my brain for not thinking of the possibility BEFORE I took it until I found some forum full of people talking about how horribly Monistat burned them. Thank you, internet, for reassuring me that I hadn't ruined my vagina forever. It was really hard to imagine otherwise at the time. I called my OB, and they prescribed some diflucan. I didn't want to go that route originally, but my yeast infection was so so so bad at this point that I just couldn't stand the idea of waiting for yogurt and probiotics to work. It takes time, yo.
So I was bragging at Jen at Maybe If You Just Relax that I hadn't puked in days(!) I guess you must know what happened then. Vomiting and lots of it. (Wow, I am just the purest source of disgusting topics today, aren't I? Thank you, babies!) And queasiness that won't go away now. I want to eat, but everything looks just gross. I've been able to eat french fries and chicken sandwiches. I'm doing somewhat well with salty. I know I won't mind eating healthfully someday when I can actually eat again. I made this casserole last night with broccoli, carrots, celery, brown rice, and cheese that I would normally just drool over. I was able to eat it last night, but when I heated some leftovers for Ben today, I gagged. It's sad because the concept tastes so good to non-morning sickness Bekah. Anything with cheese on it tastes so good. But not right now. :( So sad.
Okay, no more complaining about being sick (at least for this post). I just didn't get hit with it very bad with Ben. But it does make me feel better that the babies must be doing all right in there. I'm anxious about my next ultrasound. I'd be pretty upset if we lost one and didn't know it.
I really should take some pictures of Ben to show you. He's getting pretty big. He's getting better at communicating, even though there's still plenty he tries to tell us that we just don't understand. He's such a fun kid. He's started to play pretend more. He has a plush snake he sleeps with that everyone kisses every night (and a puppy and a koala). Chris will make the snake hiss and tickle Ben's face with its tongue. Well yesterday, Ben brings a tower of single mega blocks over to me and hisses while he tickles my face with it. I just love that kid. And yes, I think he's amazing and awesome and adorable and the best. Because he's my baby. Holy crap, what am I going to do with three babies?