a dramatic photo for a dramatic story
(Also, fainting in an Anthropologie? Haven't we all considered it? At least once?)
But the bad news is, I passed out at an Anthropologie.
And so it was that on Friday, while trying to decide between the orange Moby wrap and the brown, my mother suggested we clear our heads by attending a session at the Anthropologie. Spiritual edification. I nodded and thought, Wow I'm thirsty!
I had been thirsty for days only but I'd been forgetting to do anything about it.
And then, yes, passed out, Anthropologie.
And then the Paramedics! Oh, the strapping young Paramedics, holding my hand and checking my stats and asking me all sorts of wonderful questions about myself.
It was all perfectly delightful until they whipped out the ugly up-the-nose oxygen system, and then things turned rather unfun. Look, nobody wants to be a damsel in distress in bad accessories. At the Athropologie, no less.
And it turns out I was fine, of course. Just dehydrated, and also embarrassed that I now have to turn in my "Totally Awesome At Being Pregnant" card, which I really miss woefully.
(In other words, Exhaustion and Dehydration? I totally pulled a Lindsay Lohan.)
(But I got to hear my baby's heart beat again, and every time I hear it I fall just a little more in love. And isn't that something?)
But really, I must tell you. Four hours in an ER receiving the undivided attention of doctors and nurses and multiple family members?
(Plus being able to demand a whole watermelon for dinner afterwards?)
(Plus the "Anti Faint Potion" (bottles of water) that The Holbs got for me at the store later?)
Well, that was cute.
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