My mom was one of those lucky biznatches who never got morning sickness. She’d gag a little when brushing her teeth, that’s all. I hoped I’d be like that, too. Since I didn’t really have morning sickness the (almost) four weeks after conception, I thought I’d be lucky like that, too. Then I woke up this morning.
I was so nauseas waking up. I was nauseas brushing my teeth. I was nauseas drinking my allotted coffee. Getting in the car for Tom to drop me off for work. Walking in the door to the office. Using the bathroom. Drinking water. Taking my vitamin and my mood stabilizer. Sitting in my chair. Answering the phone. I eventually wound up losing the battle to the nausea. I have never felt that crappy in my whole life. And I have been SERIOUSLY hungover in my lifetime (once or twice). I’ve been awake for 13 hours and it hasn’t gone away yet. It’s let up a little here and there, but UGH.
Still, I am loving being pregnant. I thought I’d be incredibly distracted every waking moment of the day thinking about the baby. I sometimes forget I’m pregnant when I’m at work because I have to answer questions and stuff, but it’s always on my mind when I’m relaxing or just not working. And Tom and I love to talk about what we want to do, what we’re most looking forward to, what life is going to be like, what the baby will be like. I can’t believe I get to have this experience and that I get to share it with such a wonderful husband. I’m a lucky, lucky girl.