A Wee Bit of Whining

Here is the part where I told you was for me, not you. Feel free to read, as this is a record of my experience with morning sickness. First off, I'd like to say, "Morning sickness, my ass. How about every freaking waking moment sickness". There, that sounds about right. At eight weeks exactly, it kicked in. I remember this day because I was off of work, and heading in for my first ultrasound. Following the ultrasound, I was taking my niece Emily to see the latest installment of the Twilight series. I remember calling Eric before leaving the house telling him I was dying and wouldn't make it through the day. I felt this way until 14 weeks. Now, I definitely had it easier than some ladies. I never did throw up, though I begged for it often. I just constantly felt nauseous and the headaches were terrible. I was in bed every night by 7:30, which is not a complaint. Sleep is, after all, my favorite activity. The worst part of not feeling good was right in the middle of it all, I had to give about 10 tours of our recycle center at work. I am pretty sure that each of those tours fell on days where it was 90 degrees or hotter. Many times, I thought I would barf right on these people, but luckily for them, and for the sake of my job, I did not.

At 15 weeks today, I am finally over the nausea, but this acid reflux/heartburn business is killer. It's almost worst that the pukey feeling. I am hoping to get some relief when I go to the doctor next week. Otherwise, I guess I'll just wait until March to feel better.