We had a little scare the other
night. I made the poor choice (yet again) of deciding not to get my nausea
medication refilled. I figured that I’m at 22 weeks--there’s no way I should
still be getting sick, right? WRONG! I take Diclegis every night and it’s
worked wonders on helping me not feel nauseous. It makes me really drowsy, so I
can only take it at night. So, after letting my prescription lapse, when I discovered that I am in fact still getting sick, I had to wait until the next night to get
relief because it makes me so drowsy.
Anyway, I was sick all day and dreaming
of going to bed so I could get some relief. Going to bed is my favorite time of the
day every day, but this day especially, it was all I could think of. Billy had only slept a few hours the
night before and then of course had his longest day of surgery yet (7:30 AM-8
PM). Needless to say, we were both giddy to get into bed at 9 PM and watch
Vikings until we fell asleep. Now, when I say I was sick all day, I mean
nauseous. For some reason, I never throw up when I’m nauseous (even though I
really want to). The times that I've thrown up during my pregnancy have been from my heartburn.
So my nausea combined with my nightly heartburn really set me over the edge. At
10:30 PM, I ran to the toilet to puke my guts out. When I was finally done hurling,
I notice that there was about a half a cup of fluid on the floor beneath me and my pants were all wet.
At first, I thought I peed from the
force of throwing up. But as I was cleaning it up, I noticed that the liquid is
extremely clear—no yellowish tinge whatsoever. I went in for a sniff test—nothing.
So, that’s when I yelled to Billy “Come smell this weird fluid! I’m 65% sure it
came out of my vagina!” Oh, the joys of marriage. Poor Billy was so tired and
did not want to get out of bed, but got up to smell whatever came out of my
body. He couldn’t smell pee either, which made us both think that I may have
been leaking amniotic fluid.
So, we got back into bed (after
washing up and changing pants, of course) and started Googling. I found a lot of
posts about women who throw up so forcefully that they pee their pants. That
made me feel better and made we think I was probably fine. But then Billy
started looking at his doctor crap and he was getting more and more convinced
that it was amniotic fluid. And when Billy gets nervous, that makes me nervous.
I’m usually the nervous one telling him that I’m dying and he tells me I
probably just need to drink more water. He never suggests going to the doctor.
But, since we couldn’t know for sure what the fluid was, we decided we better
play it safe and go to the ER. So, we got out of bed at 11 PM and saw our fun
evening plans of slipping into a coma fade away. I put a bra on, grabbed my
phone charger and kindle and waited for Billy to be ready.
We were both so annoyed at having
to go, but we tried to remember we were doing it for the good of our baby. Is that
what parenthood is? Trying to keep your child alive, but all the while being
annoyed about it? As we were headed out the door, I remembered reading on Dr.
Google about a woman who took her soiled pants to the doctor to be tested for
amniotic fluid since she wasn’t sure if her water broke or not. So, I grabbed
my dirty pants to bring with us for testing and took another whiff just to be
sure and whaddya know? PEE! I’ve never been so happy to smell urine. I
excitedly made Billy smell. He HATES smelling things. And I LOVE forcing him to
smell things. After he confirmed it was indeed my urine, we went back to bed
and slept peacefully. Even though I’m pretty sure we had traces of urine on our
noses and who knows where else. So, don’t worry ladies and gentlemen. My water
has not broken yet. I simply peed all over the floor. I have lost all control
of basic bodily functions. And the moral of this story is: drink LESS water so it’s
more yellow and fragrant and so you can always tell whether you peed your
pants.
