Waiting, and hoping.

I just took a Zofran to help with the nausea. I just couldn't deal with it anymore. So down the hatch the little yellowish-orange pill went. I hope it helps. I've felt so bad the last few days I've gotten panicky. It's so hard to eat. I lost another two pounds, for a total of at least six since I got pregnant. (Yet my regular clothes no longer fit. Weird.)

I think desperation is the operative word here. I felt like I was starving and couldn't eat anything because everything makes me want to puke. The almost-throwing-up feeling has stuck with me morning noon and night... and over the last week it's gotten worse every single day. Today I just reached the breaking point. I can't do this anymore.

So off to the pharmacy I went, knowing that most insurance doesn't cover Zofran during pregnancy. The latest estimate I heard was $27. Mind you, that's per pill. But I was willing to pay it. Whatever it takes to make this feeling go away.

I got to the window, and she told me, "Fifteen dollars."

Total, complete shock. They covered it? Really?

I checked the label. For ten pills, I paid $15. Insurance paid in excess of $300.

So, here we go... time to find out if I can tolerate it. I hope so. I'm just glad it's not costing me three hundred bucks to find out.

And then I took that pill, now I'm a believer...

Zofran is a miracle drug. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying, or trying to sell you a competing product.

I ate an actual lunch today. Admittedly, it was a wee lunch. But lunch it was. I was having a sudden craving for mashed potatoes and gravy, so I went out and got a kids' meal from KFC. I ate a drumstick and a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy... and it went down like 20 year old scotch. I can't even describe how good it felt, to eat something that has actual nutritional value, and not feel like I was about to toss it back up.

I think I might survive this pregnancy after all.

Wow, I'm just... floored. And hungry! How nice to be hungry again, without the nausea.

Ok, gotta go eat again.