I’ve actually written quite a bit on here lately, despite what that nagging calendar on the sidebar says. But, happily for anyone who chances upon this page, I have kept most of it marked draft because there seems to be very little happening in my head or my life unrelated to throwing up and pregnancy nausea. I’m following, so far, the precise script of the first two times, so should be eating happily again in April. As much as I wish I was one of these glowy, energetic, and blissful pregnant types, I’m more the type who shrieks, “Oh, god, did someone just mention wheat bread?! I’m gonna be sick!” as I run to the bathroom.
And while the lovely people with whom I am lucky enough to communicate through blogging would surely say kind, compassionate things and have good advice in the midst of day after day of listen-to-how-I-got-sick-today posts, I can’t, in good conscience, take up their very few extra minutes with woe-is-me, I’m-so-sick stories. Not that I complain, though. . . (Wow!–did you hear that derisive and mirthless laugh from close friends and family from coast to coast? Fine–I complain to them, but they are stuck with it because they’re stuck with me, and I’ve given up self-censorship and excessive politeness with them many years ago–the beauty and price of very long friendships . . .)
The good part: When a four year old races into the bathroom behind you to pat your back and murmur: “You’ll be OK,” with a little brother behind him screaming: “God bless you, Mommy! God bless you, Mommy!” even throwing up can be fun.
yeah, it is brutal. but no worse than the actual having of the baby, which never seems like a big deal in retrospect, but during delivery….well….
actually i take that back. ongoing nausea may even be worse than a few hours of agony. it too is one of those things that seems like no big deal unless you’re in the middle of it. plus the miasmic fatigue…..it’s all coming back to me now. chin up wilbur.
The heart of true friendship to me is removing all the filters and being myself, my real self. I’m glad to be joining the group who is “stuck with you”.
Take care of yourself!
will your boys come comfort me next time i sick up? all A__ did was back away in terror while whimpering nervously.
oh, um, sick up in general, NOT from pregnancy. i’m not pregnant. thank goodness. i’d give birth any day. being pregnant, that’s a whole ‘nother ballgame.
oh, forgot to add:
feel better 🙂 april is just around the corner!
Awww. I would read you complaining any day. Hope some days are better than others.
I feel sick right now from eating too many lemon bars. Sorry, did the thought of lemon bars make you feel sicker????
Your kids rock.
Oh, how sweet are your kids?
I’m glad you have personal assistants helping you out with the throwing up. At least it’s good to know you have their support.
Actually, I love hearing people’s weird pregnancy reactions stories, if only because it gives an opening for my own. What the hell – I don’t need you to start: when I was pregnancy with Lu, I couldn’t face the colour orange. Even one of those retro penguin books would make me vomit. Good times, good times …
Feel better soon, and remember: everyone loves a pregnancy post, no matter what the topic!
where have you gone 280main? pregnancy yucky’s keeping you too tired to blog? we miss you!
Orange, Kris?! If I had fascinating vomitous stories like that, I’d be writing about them every day. So funny.
Thank you, serahrose, I’m somewhat low-functioning at the moment (think: here’s a jar of peanut butter and a spoon for lunch, but–EW!–don’t get it near me!). But I’m about done letting a 2 inch long fetus keep me down!