Well it turns out that the night before last someone replaced the baby with 10 shots of vodka, because it was that morning of freshman year all over again. I literally struggle not to vomit all over the keyboard as I type.
Common misconceptions about morning sickness.
It is all day long people. I only felt slightly queasy between 12-2pm and 5-6pm yesterday. The rest of the day was pure hell. And you would know to the minute too when some relief comes your way.
It comes out both ends. I literally had to flip a coin yesterday of which end was going to get the toilet first.
It makes you regress. I want to get on the floor, pound my fists and kick my legs and scream because I am so frustrated with this feeling. It is enough to feel like this for a couple days, but all I see are the horrible weeks ahead spread out before me.
I don’t want to eat anything healthy. The only thing I can stomach is salty french fries. Saltines taste like ashtrays and the idea of vegetables... oh god!
Writing about morning sickness makes it worse. My sister told me I have to keep my mind off of it… oooooookay?!
You always speak too soon. I told josh today that I was feeling better today, but at 12:00pm everything came crashing down.
You still have to go to work and make zee monies. It is barbaric I say!
You don’t always get the luxury of puking at home. I just feel like I am in some nightmare box when I have to go into the stalls at work.
Stef-
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that you are tossing bocce. Your neighbors and co-workers (assuming that you still haven't told them of the B-Bot) probably just assume that you are an alcoholic or have an eating disorder. Either way, you likely have some well-intentioned literature coming your way. Feeling sick on occasion sucks; thus my professionally-honed grasp of empathy tells me that morning sickness sucks really hard. I hope it eases up soon.
-Matt
Stef -- I'm so sorry. I had hoped that morning sickness wouldn't happen to you but clearly it has.
ReplyDeleteRe diet: I ate whatever the bleep I wanted the first trimester. Whatever food I could tolerate was the food that Lily was getting. Period.
Love,
Nell
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