Taking Care

Yesterday was the first day of our winter break. We went to Seoul to do a bit of shopping, and stopped at Taco Bell for lunch. I was so hungry by this point, since I had eaten a couple of cups of yogurt for breakfast at about 9 and it was about 12:30 pm by the time we got to Taco Bell.
The baby has been making it really hard to sleep, and because he is settled so low in my belly, I've been having a LOT of lower back and lower abdomen pain. Like, to the point where it hurts or is very uncomfortable to sit on any sort of hard surface. So from the time we left the house until the time I got my food and went to sit down, I was already feeling like it was going to be a very short shopping trip. I was in so much pain and so hungry, all I wanted to do was eat and go home and lay down. I knew once I rested for a little while, I would be a bit better, so I wasn't too anxious to get out of there.

Because I hadn't eaten a full meal for a while, I was actually feeling a little nauseous. So I needed to get this food in me asap. As soon as I took my first bite, I started to get incredibly hot and dizzy. I felt like I was about to pass out. It was really scary, because I had never felt like that before. I didn't know WHAT was going on. I got a sharp little pain in the upper right area of my left eye, and I was having trouble seeing straight. I was trying to breathe and gather myself, but it got so bad I needed to make sure Steve knew what was going on. In slow, choppy words, I told him I felt like I was about to pass out, and I was really hot. He moved the table over and helped me take my sweatshirt off (mind you, the windows at the restaurant are thin enough to where you need to keep your sweatshirt on to stay comfortable). I got a tissue and started to wipe my neck and face because I had been sweating so bad. I wasn't sweating because I had overexerted myself, it was because of whatever it was that was going on with my body.

Slowly, my body temp got back to normal and I felt okay. But then I couldn't feel the baby move. He's been incredibly active this entire pregnancy, and even more so now that he needs to stretch and try to make more room for himself in there (I'm only five feet tall, so that might have something to do with his need to stretch!). I took a sip of cold soda, and then he started moving again. So I knew he was okay. I was able to finish the rest of my meal and finish the little shopping we had to do. We came back home and I went straight up to bed to lay down and relax.

Everything is okay now, but it scared me. What if something had happened? What would Steve do, especially since I didn't tell him how I was feeling until it was almost too late? I'm pretty sure it was all because I hadn't eaten a real breakfast and I needed something in my system. But at the same time, I was feeling okay until all of these symptoms rushed over me out of nowhere. I was just hungry, not feeling any different from any other time I've been hungry. The only thing I can think of to do now is just to force myself to eat more than I think I need, and keep a snack handy for whenever I get any sort of hunger pang. That's another thing, though. I have been doing a great job of taking care of my body anyway, and this was a one-time incident (as far as waiting till we got to Taco Bell to eat a meal). But it does show me that anything can happen at any time, and I should have been prepared.