I have been feeling okay these past few weeks. Queasy and exhausted, but nothing I can't handle. Until today. Oh. My. Word. At about 3 PM it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business, when a wave of nausea like I have never experienced hit me. I about fell over. So I laid down, and I didn't get up until after Jeremy got home from work at 5.
I was laying on the couch, horrified and dying, when Jeremy walked in the door. I asked him to come over to me and he didn't immediately -- he had the audacity to take off his shoes (slowly) -- so I started sobbing. Jeremy asked me if he could bring me toast to make my stomach feel better, and I gagged so hard Jeremy took a few steps back! I cried for a solid 20 minutes, telling him how horrible I felt, until he left (escaped) to walk the dog.
I felt a little better after my cry, but when I stood up to go to the bathroom, I had to sit back down and stay down. It wasn't until I finally thought of something to eat that wouldn't make me sick that I felt a little better. But then I would feel better enough to get up and do something and I would over-do it and be back on the couch again.
I have been trying to eat little bits every hour, but it is hard to think of things that won't make me sick, and eating every hour is harder than I imagined!! Once a few hours pass, I feel horrible again, and the thought of food is impossible.
I certainly hope this was a fluke or it will be over soon, because if this is what pregnancy is going to feel like ... well, this will be a LONG eight months!