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Headaches, Migraines...why wasn't I warned?

I remember about two months--during my second trimester--where I was in that blissful pregnant bubble. It's what I imagined and hoped for when we planned on getting pregnant. A small bump in my lower abdomen was just becoming prevalent, I wasn't gaining too much weight and still ate whatever I wanted, and we were outside of the "scary" time so we were telling everyone and anyone our happy news.


But that first trimester, and especially the third...Hell. 


I hear pregnancy is worse if it's a girl, if it's your first, if the planets are aligned to the third quadrant of space during the night of conception--everyone is different! All I know is, I was not prepared.


I've suffered from migraines on and off since my teen years. I used to go to a chiropractor to ease them until my insurance stopped covering it. But even the le-sigh comfortability of them did not prepare me for the day after day of waking up with the same splitting brain-thrashing from the night before. I usually left work early (my job was the best, so understanding), went to bed when I get home and woke up late. If you know me even a little you'll know that something was wrong--I'm a wake- at-5am-and-bake-something-from-scratch-for-my-husband's-breakfast-then-come-home-and-have-a-fresh-dinner-made-and-house-clean kinda girl. I pride myself in this, in fact. But these migraines were so crippling I ended up going to see a nuerologist in my third trimester to make sure there wasn't something else going on. 


There wasn't (thank goodness), I just had to suck it up, buttercup.


Special shout out to the love of my life, who followed my OCD, step-by-step instructions from bed on how to cook dinner since I couldn't give up my meal planning, expecting that the next day would be better and I'd feel like cooking again. He rocks. 

Unfortunately, there's not much you can do for migraines while pregnant. My OB approved Excederin Migraine upon occasion, but even then I only took it once a week because the risks to the baby were terrifying. Otherwise I developed an addiction to Coke, which is saying something because I'm very anti-pop. The fizzy caffeine would give me a little pick-up.

Moral of the story: my precious little one was so very worth any pain for most of a year, but heads up because it could happen to you!