I returned to work and like ordered I took it easy. I was constantly worried about my levels and whether this little baby was meant to stay or to leave us. It was time to return to the doctor for more blood work. My blood was drawn and I was told I would be informed about my levels within 48 hours because of the weekend. Now it was time for a long wait. As I was working Monday morning my cell phone rang. It was my midwife. All she said was “Hun, your levels have tripled. This is incredible and wonderful. Your risk for miscarriage has decreased a lot”. That made my day. I was completely excited.
For the entire month of January all I done was work and return home to relax. My diet had completely changed when we got the good news. All I wanted was fruits and vegetables all the time. I even came home one evening to my fiancé cooking dinner so I could have a weekend of doing nothing. I walked into the kitchen and the smell of meat cooking made me nauseated. I ended up vomiting for some time until the smell left the house. And it wasn’t just the smell. I couldn’t even eat meat. This was going to be a long first trimester, hoping that I would eventually be able to eat meat while pregnant.
Towards the middle of January I decided to turn in my notice at my job to find something easier within the company to do. I was working for an adult daycare for people with Developmental Disabilities. I didn’t feel safe working there because some of our clients could throw temper tantrums and I felt that my baby would be in danger. I started to work at a home third shift while the clients would sleep. All I did was clean and cook. It was easy and a nice paced job. There wasn’t much stress involved with this new position at all. I thought that I was good to go.
Towards the end of January I came to realize that my body could not handle the hours. I started to get exhausted. I would come home from work lying in my bed for hours unable to sleep. I started feeling sick more and my stress level went through the roof. It was time to turn in my two week notice. As much as I enjoyed the job, the stress was too much. My boss understood and I completed my two weeks and I luckily found another job doing what I was doing. The new job was a home health aide and it was much easier than what I had. I was looking forward to a fresh start.
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