“Morning” sickness my butt! I’ve read all the WebMD, mommy blog, and website posts I can handle. Even the What To Expect… book says it: “morning” sickness is grossly misnamed. It’s all day sickness for me.
When I was pregnant with Jeremy, I had absolutely no morning sickness. Almost unheard of for a first-time mom. The only time I was ill was after my doctor prescribed an iron pill separate from my regular prenatal vitamin. I took it in the morning with my bowl of cereal and milk and immediately threw it back up. After a week or so I read that iron reacts exactly that way when taken with iron-rich food or drink, like milk and fortified cereal. Once I began taking the iron at night before bed, everything went back to normal and I wasn’t sick again the entire pregnancy.
This time, everything is different. I haven’t thrown up at all, but I’m pretty sure it’s just my strong will holding it back by a thread. I hate throwing up, more than any other part of life, I hate throwing up. When I have a flu bug or any other sickness affecting my stomach, I do it because sometimes you don’t have a choice, but I’ll hold off until I can’t anymore. I just can’t stand it. Though it makes my stomach feel much better, it makes the rest of me feel worse than I did before vomiting.
That’s how my days have been since I went to the doctor last week. I had been thrilled when my general practitioner doctor estimated my progress at 8 weeks, that meant I was just about over the hurdle of when “morning” sickness usually takes affect. “Woo hoo!”, I thought, “I didn’t get it again! Two in a row baby!” However, the ultrasound revealed that I was just 5 1/2 weeks along, right about the time for “morning” sickness to set in.
Yeah, well, a couple of days later it set in. Every day for almost a week I’ve felt awful. Eating it a chore. Cooking it worse. Standing up and moving faster than a snail’s pace makes me woozy. Right now it’s just a strong all-day nausea. Not enough to make me vomit, but enough to make me want to just to get it over with. Instead, I’m doomed to feeling like I can’t bear to peel my body off the couch because moving makes me feel like I’m going to vomit any minute, without result of course, but the feeling like it’s gonna happen is still with me.
This is awful. I’m grateful that we conceived so quickly and easily, and I know that “morning” sickness can be seen as a sign that the pregnancy is progressing just fine (as is no “morning” sickness, which is contradictory, I know, but that’s what all the books and websites and doctors say).
I’m not sure where I’m going with this. This was supposed to be a Gratituesday post, but instead it’s turned into a whine-fest. I suppose I will close with this: I am entirely grateful that this blessed child is causing me such intestinal upset in order to send me the well-received sign that he/she is doing just fine and is happy and cozy in his/her little home within my womb. Does that make any sense at all?