Last night, 9 p.m.
Me: Ugh, I need to eat something.
Noah: What would you like?
Me: Nothing.
Noah: How about soup?
Me: Gross.
Noah: How about...
Me: [disgusted face] Do we have any fresh, homemade soft tacos with freshly chopped tomatoes on them?
Here's a list of things that make me feel sick:
- food
- the thought of food
- the word food
- any odors or aromas
- my phone
- air
- being too warm
- existing
- talking before 7 p.m.
- going to the bathroom
- gnats and other bugs (the sight and the idea of them)
- water
- things other people consider edible
Noah: What would make you feel better right now?
Me: Umm...the fresh, unscented breeze coming from a pure, cold mountain stream.
My doc just started me on vitamin B6, which I sincerely hope will help. But at this moment (and I distinctly remember this from being pregnant with Ethan), I can't imagine having ever liked the horrible task of feeding myself and I can't imagine a time when I'll ever enjoy it again.
But poor, fantastic Noah. He hasn't even said anything about the weird greasy, baldish-looking patch on the side of my head that developed a couple days ago from pressing my face into the couch pillows ten hours a day.
4 comments:
Do you know about taking unisom? I was sick for the first half of my pregnancy, and it was one of those things where if I just never got nauseous I could keep it away, but once it started it took chemo-strength meds. If I took one unisom at night and 1/2 a pll as soon as I woke up, I could keep it at bay, with some ginger pills sprinkled thorough out the day. There's at least as many remedies as there are women, some of them have to work, right? Here's hoping it subsides soon.
Ugh I'm so sorry to hear that you're dealing with this.. I'm hoping it's a fleeting stage? Maybe? Hopefully.
AWESOME! I needed someone to do the baby dance to satisfy any and all cravings for that sweet baby head smell before I was dumb enough to give into the urge again.
Thanks, lady.
That being said, I'm going to offer absolutely no suggestions. I spent months with an IV with Molly because of sickness and I know that nothing is worse than being told to eat a saltine.
Instead, I promise that if we ever run into each other over the next 9 months (unlikely, given my current Chicago location) I will not eat, nor breathe in your direction, nor wear perfume, use fragrant soap or annoy you to the point of vomiting.
That's just the kind of lady I am.
If I kept crackers by my bed and had a saltine right when I got up ...
JUST KIDDING. You should have added to your list "stupid know-it-alls who obviously don't remember being pregnant and who keep offering unsolicited advice."
That said ... ;)
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