Monday, February 22, 2010

Nauseously Yours

Oh HAI. Yes, yes, I do realize that I have a blog, in fact, two now, and that I've been neglecting them both. I'm sorry. It's nothing bad that's kept me from being online the last five days. Or, rather, it's bad in the sense that I have NEVER and I mean NEVER felt this sick so early on in a pregnancy, but it's actually GOOD because that must mean the baby's doing well, right? At least, that's what I kept telling myself as I lay absolutely still on my bed last night, already exhausted and DONE for the day at eight pm, staring at a newborn picture of Eli and chanting to myself queasily, "This is worth it. This is worth it."

I finally gave in today and let myself throw up. I just hate throwing up so much, but fighting it all day and night long wasn't working too well. I think it was a good idea, because after three, um, SESSIONS, I am finally feeling marginally better this evening. Marginally, in that I actually made dinner for the first time in four days and I wiped down all the kitchen counters and cleaned the sticky off the kids' play table in the den and... that's it. It doesn't sound that impressive, but trust me that it's the most I've done in one afternoon in many days.

Thank goodness I have nice peoples, though. I mean, SERIOUSLY. Jim's been a rock star around the house with the kids and the groceries and the cooking and the tidying. My dear Jess is watching my kids tomorrow morning so I can either clean or vomit in peace, whichever fate decides. AND, my mom came over today, on her lunch break no less, and instead of eating, CLEANED OUR BATHROOM and did our dishes. So at least the second and third times, I got to gag over a clean toilet. It's the small things, folks.

13 comments:

Michelle said...

Oy. I've been there. I can't give you any really good advice (Propel helps in a very small way) but I can feel for you. Yeah for good people and yeah for the good signs!

Fran said...

I was much sicker the third time around than I had been the first two. Yes, it IS worth it, and I think it IS a good sign. Happy for you, even as you heave ((hugs))

Sarah said...

That's great that you have people helping you out! I hope the nausea passes soon.

Jess said...

I am in shock that you were even able to stop yourself from throwing up, or that you wanted to. Clearly I've never experienced morning sickness, because when I feel nauseous, all I want is to throw up, because I am convinced that it will make me feel better.

Hang in there! This IS worth it.

Hillary said...

I am so happy you're sick. You know what I mean. : )

MelissaInk said...

Sounds like good news! I was immediately sick (like 2 weeks in) with my first one and proceeded to puke every day till 18 weeks.

With 2.0, I felt like a million bucks until Week 6, then I puked and puked and puked (losing 9 pounds in one month at one point) till about 18.5 weeks. I had to go meds. I couldn't function or keep anything down.

Glad you have lots of helpers!

Mommy Daisy said...

Well, the good comes with the bad. So if throwing up = baby, I know you don't mind one bit when it comes down to it. Take it easy!

Marie Green said...

Aw, shucks. I'm so glad you're feeling so shitty, but I'm also feeling bad that you're so sick! Your peoples sound wonderful... hang in there pregnant mama!

d e v a n said...

Aw, I'm so glad you have good peoples. Hang in there!!!

Shelly said...

That sounds like a great sign to me. Hope it keeps up!

Misty said...

Oh, I find a clean toilet to puke in a necessity. To the point where I really might scrub it down before I toss my cookies.

:)

clueless but hopeful mama said...

I've never been so happy to hear that someone is so sick!

Hope you keep feeling lousy (but maybe just a little bit better than this!)!

Katy said...

Well, my reader has been an biotch and then I get two updates all at once and I feel like a slacker.

SO glad you're still pregnant--throwing up definitely seems like a good sign.

I was always SO WORRIED that i wouldn't be able to carry babies to term. Turns out, I do that fine, they're just all effed up when they come out. Anyway, my point is that I told almost no one prior to week 13 because I just KNEW it wouldn't work out. I guess we all have our reasons for telling or not telling. . .