If I didn’t fully absorb the fact that I was pregnant before, I’m fully absorbing it now.
I’m sure I’ve never felt so physically ill in my entire life. Nausea has taken over my every waking moment. It's been like having a really bad stomach flu 24/7 for weeks on end. If it doesn’t end soon, I may start crying for my own mommy.
I stopped taking my prenatal vitamins for a few days because they've been making the nausea worse. On my midwife’s suggestion, I tried taking plain folic acid. Then, Flintstones Gummies. I can’t stomach any of them. I can't stomach much of anything. And yet, I have to eat constantly, or the nausea turns to dry-heaving and, inevitably, puking.
I've tried all the recommended nausea remedies
. Saltines. Sea bands. Ginger tea. Pickled ginger. Pickles. Lollipops. Lemons
. Lemonade. Peppermint Tea. Peppermint Gum. Begging God for mercy. But, no dice. And to add insult to injury, things don’t even taste the way they’re supposed to taste. A pear doesn’t taste anything like a pear, or anything even resembling fruit. I’ve been noshing on anything bland, like pasta, bagels, muffins and bananas—a total departure from my regular diet. I’m not sure my kids have eaten a single veggie this week, since I can’t bring myself to even look
at vegetables, much less offer them any.
After practically mainlining a bowl of salsa last week, the mere thought of salsa is now sending me running to the bathroom gagging. Last week's salsa jar is now lurking in my fridge like some creature in a horror movie, ready to pounce on me should I dare to open the refrigerator door. Just the sight of the jar gives me the heebie jeebies. I keep pushing it further and further into the recesses of my fridge, just so I won’t have to make eye contact.
One day, cucumbers were the only thing I could eat. I ran out and bought five of those really long, phallic seedless ones. Now they’re sitting in our fridge rotting, along with the now-festering slab of beef that I had
to have, and the bean salad that I begged Will to make me one night at 10 p.m., which I couldn’t even look at by the time he finished making it. (Will is taking this all in stride, having been broken in years ago by the sandwich incident
The nausea is the worst when I’m in the car. Today, on the way to get Julia from preschool, I started to gag. Then, I gagged even more. Then, I had to swerve to the side of the road, covering my gagging mouth with my hand, rolling down the window and sticking my head out just in time to puke down the side of the car. Charlie perked up from the back seat when he saw that, begging: “Mama, woll down my window so I can put my head out, too!” Which made me laugh, and suddenly feel a whole lot better.
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