Last summer, I went to visit friends for a week. When I returned, MacDad prepared an awesome dinner of burkey (a combination of hamburger and ground turkey) burgers. I started feeling nauseous and I could not eat it. I went to bed that night, thinking I'd feel better in the morning. That did not happen. I had to wait 14 weeks for that morning.
Imagine the worst hangover you've ever had in your life. Imagine that hangover lasting three and a half months weeks with no break.
During that time, our routine included my waking up and waiting to see if I was going to throw up. I would shower, then wait in the stall to see if I was going to throw up. I would get dressed, go downstairs and then throw up. If I didn't make it to the bathroom, MacDad would clean it up then ask, "ready to go to work?"
Sometimes, I would get to work, and then throw up again. The experience was so miserable that when I returned from maternity leave and used the restroom at work, the smell of the bathroom made me nauseous just from association.
To make the awful feeling subside, I tried pregnancy pops, saltines and MacDad even made me a cake with fresh ginger. There was no relief. I remember watching the Olympics and feeling just horrible. Still, the site of Michael Phelps makes me sick to my stomach.
I'm thankful that this "morning" sickness didn't last my whole pregnancy, as it does with some seriously unfortunate women. But, in a strange way the feeling was reassuring, knowing that a person was growing in my belly and my body was reacting to it.
The sickness eventually subsided and then, I was just hungry. And, of course, now I can say it was all worth it as our bundble of joy is endlessly loveable and entertaining. However, if there's a MacBaby#2, I'd be just fine skipping the sickness and going straight to hungry :)
*Why does the time go so slow when you're pregnant, and then go so fast once you have the little one?
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