There comes a point in every HG pregnancy (let me know if I’m wrong) where IVs become little vacations. Especially when done in those really fancy hospital arm chairs with nurse call buttons and warm bags of saline wrapped in blankets to snuggle. IVs mean you get to feel partially human again without having to play stomach roulette, attempting to find a food and/or beverage that is willing to stay down. Bonus points if you get a Zofran chaser and can manage to chow down on a hospital provided snack before leaving.
I have reached the “IVs are fun!” stage of the sickness.
I’m not quite to the “Nasogastric tubes are my homeboy” phase however.
When I’m not looking Addie bites Saltines into the shape of hearts for me.
I certainly never received this particular level of service with my first pregnancy.