Ugh. I woke up at 4:45 this morning and knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Yesterday was 5:20 and I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I even woke up before my husband's alarm. This morning sleep was impossible because I was too wrapped up in misery. I got sick on Friday, found out I was pregnant on Saturday (hooray!), thought I was getting better on Sunday, and today I'm back into misery. I thought if I got on the treadmill it would be helpful, so long as I took it easy. Besides, I need to make sure I continue to do my exercising rather than flake out during pregnancy. Apparently I didn't use the bathroom as well as I needed to before jogging. At least I was able to make it to the bathroom. And I do feel a little better.
It was also a good idea to get out of bed even if it was just to get my mind on other things. As I was lying there in frustration and feeling nasty my mind ran away with itself about what could happen to the baby. This is an infectious disease and I'll miscarry again. It's strep and the doctor won't be able to give me anything. I'll go to the doctor and he'll say it's too late, that I need to prepare for the baby to miscarry. Hmm...does that sound like it's part of a theme? Now that I have been up and around (and to the bathroom three times) I'm quite a bit more calm.
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