Fun in the Sun to Sick in my Bed

Drama Drama Drama. That's what I deal with on a daily basis with my ex. Which, doesn't truly surprise me, considering his relationship with his other "baby mama" (a term in which I despise with all my being.) Well, yesterday with the determination of a bull, I was going to have a good day. There wasn't going to be any worry about what my ex had in mind to argue about, or the disappointed looks from my family; nothing like that was going to get in my way. It was a beach day. The weather was right, the timing was right and my friend and her son were capable of coming with me.

Leaving my house at nine in the morning, I did what most people probably do the night before get everything I needed for the beach trip. Gas in the car, was first. Followed by going to the bank. And finishing with getting some snacks and coffee (well tea for me since my baby doesn't like coffee - the nerve of them.) Excuse me for a moment while I take a break from the beach story and rant about the coffee issue... 

I love coffee. My ex loves coffee. I get pregnant and my baby hates coffee - how the fudge does that work? And it isn't the acid content. I checked with my doctor, and considering everything else I eat and/or drink she is surprised that coffee makes me sick and the other stuff doesn't. So I am now going to have to come to terms that my ex and I - who are coffee lovers to the bone ... and our blood is probably coffee - may have a child that just doesn't like it. The horror. Though I guess its to each their own. Okay, back to the beach. 

By ten in the morning I am at my ex's house. Why you may be asking yourself? Because my friend and her son live with my ex.Which is another issue in itself - as he can't stand that we are friends now. Either way I get to the apartment, text her saying I'm here and I wait. Of course I knew my ex was home, which is why I didn't go upstairs. Though, according to him that's the only time I am allowed over is when he is home. Again, he is clearly ass-hat backwards. Either way, she comes downstairs with her son. We get everything all set in my car and hit the road. My day is going well so far. 

Of course, she wishes to talk about my ex - as she is having issues with him now. Not my problem. But my ears to perk up when she informs me that he told her I was being a biatch by not allowing him to give them their middle name. You know his last name as a middle - which I already discussed. I told her, I didn't say that. I said and I quote myself, "If I say no I'm a b**ch, if I say yes our child will be tormented. Can I think about it and get back to you when I find out the gender?" Well as you can tell, he didn't tell her the last part when I didn't say no, or yes, or anything about it really. I also stated that I would be more willing to listen to him if he would care about something more than the baby's name. Because that's all he seems to care about. Never does he ask how the baby is doing or how I am doing with the baby. Which she didn't know either. And I laugh at that, of course he isn't going to tell you the whole story, he is trying to make me out to be a true "baby mama." 

Once that conversation is over with, I get to subject to change. After all, I just wanted to relax I didn't want to have to worry about what my ex had to say or anything to do with him. We discuss other things, like her son's first day of kindergarten and even if I was excited finding out the gender of my baby. We get to the beach and find fabulous parking. Less than a five minute walk from the beach and boardwalk. Finding the perfect spot to set our stuff up we get it all ready. My friend puts sunblock on her son, and I put a little on myself and we are all set for a great day.

And a great day it was till I got home. Like most five year old spoiled children, he didn't listen very well; but I give him credit for doing better than he does when we go to parks. Went into the FREEZING cold water a few times to cool off and sat in the sun getting a tan. Now, my problem is a there seems to never be enough sunblock in the world to keep my skin from being burned. Granted, putting it on more than once probably would have been a good idea. After being on the beach for a while, we decided to bring our stuff back to the car and walk around the boardwalk. Which then was filled with french fries, hot dogs, chicken tenders and of course the arcade. Cotton candy was bought for the child and fries to go were bought for us adults. By four in the afternoon we were on our way home after a fun filled day.

Dropping them off I head home, take a shower, and just go outside and relax with my dad - and later when she gets home from visiting my aunt in the hospital my mom joined as well. Soon, we had a party with the neighbors coming over and everyone just hanging out in front of our house. After a while though I started feeling really bad, and at first I thought it was because I hadn't eaten dinner yet. Heading inside I make a hot ham sandwich, eating that and having some chips on the side. Getting about half way through the sandwich my heart felt like it was pounding and would come right out of my chest. Laying down on the couch didn't make it feel any better, so what's a girl to do? You got it, I went and got my mom. The emergency room and I have had a big enough relationship that I didn't feel the need to go back there again. She checks my heart rate, says it seems to be fine but that I was clammy.

This leads her to giving me water and telling me to go lay in my bed. I do, come on you have to listen to your mom when you are feeling as bad as I did. Putting in a movie that had been seen millions of times before, I lay down. That didn't last long. There was no comfort, and I was hot even in the sixty degree bedroom. Sitting up, leaning over and reaching the trash can just in time. I got sick. Over and over again. Finally, once I stop, I go to bring it the bag outside and my mom takes the bag, throws it away and hands me an ice pack. My chest had been burnt, which means I was now feeling it.

I was once more sent to bed, still feeling like crap at midnight. Finally, my mom comes back into the house and enters my room. Mainly to check on me, but also to  look at my medication. And wouldn't you know it, one of my medications states right on it - no prolonged exposure to the sun. So where my dad was just stating it was because I am pregnant, and getting sick. That would normally be correct, though this time it was because I was having and aversion to the sun and my medication. I am one cool chick.

Needless to say, I won't be doing much today- other than two hours of work. I am still very exhausted, and not feeling good. But I will definitely be checking my medication before doing something from here on out.

Until next time =) Stay safe, stay happy, and stay drama free.