It was mid July and beach weather was upon us. I can only be grateful that I wasn’t heavily pregnant during the summer. Rich and I decided to take a trip down to the beach one Sunday and it wasn’t until the following day where I was finally sick. I had to go into the office that week for work (normally, I work from home) and I started to feel dizzy and my vision blurred. I called Rich to tell him what happened and that I ended up throwing up in the bathroom. I just pinned it on George not liking the office. My doctor was out of her office that day, so I left a message with her receptionist. It wasn’t until I followed up the next day that we started to panic. I rushed to Rich’s office and we went to see the doctor after we were told I should’ve gone to the ER. She told us that I should ensure to maintain hydrated and that what I experienced was most likely a heat stroke. She assured us the baby was okay after an ultrasound. We took comfort anytime we were able to sneak in a peak of George.