Senior Year + Pregnant = I'm Fine (I'm Not Fine)

So apparently pregnancy and 12-hour clinical rotations don’t mix. Who knew?

Senior Year + Pregnant = I’m Fine (I’m Not Fine)

My clinical instructor keeps telling me I look “radiant.” I keep telling her I look “nauseous.” Pretty sure we’re both right. Standing for twelve hours straight while learning to insert IVs is already hard enough, but add in having to pee every twenty minutes and scrubs that are slowly becoming more like crop tops? I’m basically a walking medical miracle at this point.

When your boyfriend becomes a human heating pad

Marcus has been amazing through all of this madness. When I come home looking like I’ve been hit by a truck (a very educational truck), he doesn’t even comment on the fact that I’m wearing the same scrubs for the third day in a row. He just makes me sit down and brings me crackers.

Hydration station: pregnancy edition

Speaking of crackers - saltines are officially my best friend. My professors think I’m just really dedicated to studying during breaks. Really I’m just trying not to throw up on my pharmacology textbook.

Saltines: the real MVP of pregnancy

Four months down, five to go. If I can survive pediatric rotations while growing a human, I can probably handle anything nursing school throws at me. Probably. Ask me again after I’ve had some sleep and my scrubs fit properly. Finals week is going to be… interesting.