Allergic to San Diego? (12w1d)

So apparently I’m now allergic to San Diego. I flew to SD on Wednesday afternoon to spend New Year’s Eve with Lisa & Mike instead of by myself at home. (Not that Kishou wouldn’t have been good company.) But within 30 minutes of getting off the plane, I noticed that my ever-present minor congestion was getting worse. By dinner I was completely stuffed up. By bedtime I was a sneezing, watery-eyed, runny nosed mess. If if wasn’t happening to me, it would have been fascinating.

(I ended up having a low-blood sugar issue twice on Wednesday night. I couldn’t make myself eat enough at dinner, and my blood sugar dropped before bed. I had a snack with protein and carbs, figuring I’d be OK. Two hours later I woke up feeling weird and found that my blood sugar was even lower than it was before my bedtime snack. Fortunately I found juice boxes, which fixed me right up. Although I was reduced to not using the straw because I couldn’t breathe and drink at the same time!)

A 3:30am e-mail to Dr. Schwartz (god, I love that man!) was replied to by the next time I woke up to pee. He offered prescription nasal sprays, but no oral meds. WAH! I can’t handle nasal sprays when I’m not pregnant – I’m pretty sure they would be insta-puke inducing these days.

Lisa and Mike put up with my kleenex-box toting & sneezing, and we managed to have a lovely NYE with Lisa’s sister, Donna. We ate pizza, played cards & Wii and hugged at midnight. It was a great way to ring in the new year. Would have been better if Paul was with me, but I know better than to wish for the impossible.

This morning I woke up with a very sore throat in addition to all the other symptoms. Several cups of decaf coffee at breakfast didn’t do much to soothe it. And eating pancakes while not being able to breathe was just WORK. I was winded after each bite, but I kept plugging away because I didn’t want another low blood sugar issue.

We had plans to meet my brother Oin and his girlfriend Cynthia downtown for lunch and the Auto Show before my evening flight home. But after breakfast, I was so tired and feeling so awful – I just wanted to go home. I managed to get my flight changed to a much earlier one and headed to the airport. I was bummed that I wouldn’t be able to see Oin & Cynthia, but I was just miserable.

Cabin pressurization was not my friend on the way home. My ears and face were throbbing with my heartbeat. But within a hour of getting off the plane into the dry, chilly Las Vegas air I was starting to feel better. Tom and Jeanne (Paul’s parents) picked me up from the airport and dropped me at home. I declined their generous offer of dinner to just rest here at home tonight. I have every confidence that after a shower and use of Paul’s new Neti Pot (that’s a complicated procedure there…) I’ll be OK tomorrow. Regardless, I think my own bed with a warm Paul next to me will be the best medicine I could ask for tonight.

So I guess I can chalk this up to yet another pregnancy weirdness. I hope it doesn’t last though, I wanna be able to go to San Diego again while I’m pregnant. And I certainly hope I don’t find any more sudden allergies! (I have such sympathy for my allergy-suffering friends now!!)

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