That’s how it felt most of the weekend, as the world spun. A lot.
I was pleasantly surprised to wake up Monday, though, without any spinning. Now, I slept a goodly chunk of Sunday. That may have helped. Or maybe I just got lucky. Either way, I’m happy the worst of it seems to be over.
Okay, it could have been a lot worse. As of Monday morning, the dizziness had stopped. I don’t know if I just got lucky or what.
Thanks to a weekend spent with very few solid foods, though, my hypoglycemia is in overdrive. Which means it’s hard to tell if my mood swings are from a lack of Effexor or crazy blood sugar issues. I guess the result is the same. I am more easily irritated and definitely had some rage flareups that shouldn’t have been so bad.
On the whole, though, I’m just glad I can move my head again.
And, as a nice little present for going through all this misery, Tuesday morning we’re going in to our first official appointment with the OB. Which means we’ll get to hear the baby’s heartbeat! That may very nearly make up for all this crap.
Let’s just hope it’s an appreciative fetus.