Third Times a Charm... Right?

So we took a trip back to triage. Fun, fun. This time it was cause I was throwing up anything that went into my mouth. So story time again. So I been getting heartburn pretty bad the last couple days and haven't been aloud to take anything cause the prescription I'm on for the UTI says no antacids while taking it. So I been just suffering through it, no big deal. Well for dinner yesterday I made lasagna and garlic bread, probably not a smart thing to eat when you been having heartburn. Too much tomato sauce. Anyways, and then for a snack later I had a banana and it tasted awful so ended up taking like three bites and then throwing it away. So that night I had a hard time sleeping my tummy started to hurt and little by little got worse to where I was having really really sharp pains. It felt like my poor stomach was having its own contractions. (instead of my uterus) So I really hate, hate, hate to throw-up, especially being prego. It just hurts. So I eat some crackers, sip some cold water, and nothing. So I get in the shower thinking the warmth will help ease the pain. Nope. Instead Chase comes and sits on the toilet and asks me how I'm doing and I yell, "better move, I think I'm going to yarf on you." So I jump out. Bet this paints a pretty picture in your mind, huh? I proceed to lose everything I just ate and some. I'm dripping wet, shaking cause I'm freezing and cause I just yarffed. Think I would feel better now, right? Wrongo. I feel worse. So Chase, the sweetheart that he is, gets me some sprite, crackers, water, a few towels and my robe. I chill next to the toilet thinking it's going to go away now that I just spewed. Not even twenty minutes later I do it again. I call the doc and he say come in so we can evaluate you. Oh goody. The good news was Kael was fine and it didn't take that long this time. And my aunt was working that day so we got to see her. So after they 'evaluated' me they decided that it's probably just a flu bug and sent me home. I had been munching on ice chips while I was there cause my mouth was so dry. As we are walking out to the car I get really dizzy and clammy and my stomach starts to wig out again. I lose my stomach contents, again, in the rocks. So Chase goes back in to see if there is anything I can take that will help settle my stomach since I can't seem to keep ANYTHING down. They say no just get some rest and call if it doesn't get better by tomorrow. So I'm pooped by the time we get home. These throw up fits aren't just regular throw ups. After I empty my stomach I continue to dry heave for another few minutes. Fun, huh? I crash when I get home, sleep for a few hours. When I wake up I'm excited cause I feel better. That was until I stood up. My tummy woke up too and it didn't hurt as bad as earlier but it was still really annoying and uncomfortable. I laid in bed for most of the day and just didn't move. Then around five I called the doctor to see if there was seriously nothing that I could take that would help my stomach. 'He' said pepto would be fine and to try and drink something like smart water or gatorade that had electrolytes in it to keep my hydrated. Dehydration = pre-term labor. As soon as I took pepto I started feeling better. And I was excited cause I kept down my water. Chase, my mom, and me decided that between the lasagna and yucky banana my stomach had, had enough. So thats there's the update and if you are wondering what the heck I'm doing up so late, well my nap kinda messed up my sleep. So here I am blogging away. :)