10w4d

Well, today was better than yesterday, but only by a slim margin. I started the day doing, what else, bowing to the porcelain. You know even though it sounds strange, I would rather get sick in the mornings than at any other time. There is nothing in my stomach so it is mostly just a little bit of dry heaving and then done.

The problem with getting sick, of course, it that it makes you feel miserable. You know normal people would just go back upstairs and crawl into bed. Call their place of employment and tell them they were ill and couldn't come in. BUT... not us pregnant people. Nope we have to wipe off our faces clean ourselves up and get ready for our day!! Since I obviously don't have anything anyone can "catch" I just don't feel right about missing more time from work than is necessary.

I am finding, however, that it takes me twice as long to get ready in the mornings. I do everything at a snails pace. I have never tired so easily when I wasn't really ill. Finally about 7:50 I was out the door to work. I did remember to bring snacks today, which I think was the only thing that kept today from being as bad as yesterday.

On the way into work my gas light came on. Great way to start the already late day huh? So, I decided while I was at Caseys I would get myself a donut for breakfast. I did alright eating it, although I had to eat it in VERY small bites. If I start to gag and there is still food in my mouth, the taste of it makes everything 10 times worse.

I got one cake donut down in the 15 minutes it took me to get to work and I decided to call it good. I put the other one in my bag of snacks and headed to work. I can always tell how my face looks when I get there by the way the receptionist reacts when I open the door. Today I must have looked like death warmed over, because the look on her face said more than any words could have. "You know maybe you should consider taking some mornings off..."

After I got to my desk I was good for about two hours. I then pulled out the other donut thinking maybe I could buy myself some more time. One tiny nibble off of that and it went straight into the trash. Okay, plan two... how about a granola bar. That, luckily stayed down just fine and I moved on to some applesauce at around 11:00 to help me make it through until my 11:30 lunch date.

At 11:30 I met my friend for lunch and of course nothing sounded good. She is two weeks farther along than me, but is not having nearly the sickness I am. (Lucky her!!) So, she decided I should pick where we go. I picked this Italian place that is usually my favorite. It is quite a walk over there so we chatted and walked. Of course once we walked in I got a whiff of something and immediately started scouring the skywalk for a bathroom.

I didn't see one, and I didn't want to make her walk somewhere else so I just breathed deep and eventually the feeling passed. While we were waiting in line I kept getting waves of nausea. I was trying not to act strange but I kept thinking the cashier man could not go any slower if he tried. COME ON!! I wanted to scream at him. You have a pregnant woman here who just needs to sit and sip water. Could you hurry it up a bit!!

Finally I got to our table and when the food came out the smell of it was a little much. I started with dry bread and then worked my way into the pasta. I think I got about 1/4 of my dish down and a couple of slices of dry bread before I decided enough was enough and we left.

Once back at work I found myself, once again, feeling ill. About 2:00 I could take no more and I headed home. On the way out one of the admin staff caught a glimpse of me and all she could say was man, you're white as a sheet. Gee thanks...

Once at home I headed straight for bed. I got settled in and dozed off around 3:00. Of course my friend Danette called at 3:30 because one of our other friends is out of town and she was supposed to let her dog out but couldn't and wanted to know if I could. Being half asleep I said sure and hung up the phone. Then around 4:00 Jake called to tell me he was on his way home. After the second phone call, I was awake so I decided to just get up.

I ventured downstairs and made myself some popcorn, which is what sounded good. I was able to eat almost the whole bag, so it must not have been that bad of a choice. Then around 5:30 I started feeling a little ill again. Since I had to go to Emma's dance recital I didn't want to be sick so I reheated some hamburger helper and forced a little of it down.

That appeared to hold off the nausea and I headed off to the recital. It started at 7:00 and by 7:45 I was coughing and just hoping I didn't get sick. When intermission came at 8:30 I had seen both of Emma's dances and took that as my cue to head home. By 9:00 I had the dogs fed and headed off into dream land, hoping to be able to do more sleeping than coughing.