In early January, my brother in law told me he wanted to send my sister to Florida in February for her birthday. He couldn't get the time off work, but would I like to go with her? He'd buy my ticket.
Hmm, let me think... YES!
Later, I realized that if I wasn't pregnant in January, I'd be in Florida during my ovulation in February. That put more pressure on January, which, as we know, didn't work out. But I decided it was OK. I can't put my whole life on hold while I try to conceive, and besides, a week in the sun would do me good. I would relax, think about something other than work, motherhood and getting pregnant for a change. I thought maybe taking a month off would, ultimately, be a good thing even though it was a little frustrating.
We flew out Monday afternoon, and our first full day, Tuesday, was great. We slept in, sat by the pool, ate lunch in the sun, shopped, took a nap, and went out to dinner. I felt a little off all day, not nauseous but something. Then I woke up around midnight and vomited for hours. Then the diarrhea set in.
I spent all day Wednesday emptying my body of every drop of fluid and every bit of energy. I felt absolutely awful, and at 3:00 I decided it was time to seek help. We went to urgent care and waited forever, only to be told that I needed IV fluids (duh) and they don't do that there. Off to the ER I went. After fluids and some anti-nausea meds (and several more hours), I was feeling mostly better.
Thursday I felt great, totally recovered. We hopped in our convertible and drove to Sanibel Island to stay with some of my sister's in-laws. I ate normal food and felt good. Until I went to bed.
Then I woke up at 4:00 with more vomiting and diarrhea. I was very sick all day. I still felt sick on our flight back Saturday, and on our 4 hour drive through a snow storm home from the airport.
On top of all the vacation-ruining illness, I also couldn't escape work. My job usually lets me get away for a week here and there, but it was bad timing this time around. I kept getting bothered with work stuff.
What I'm saying is: my vacation was not a vacation. It was not very relaxing or refreshing, and now I missed a month of trying to get pregnant for what?
I'm grateful for the opportunity to get out of town. I know getting sick on vacation is a first world problem, but I just want a do over! Or I want to magically be pregnat this month. I deserve a sweet little surprise right?