After talking to my mom last night & relating my somewhat constant nausea that makes me not want to eat, but gets worse if I don't eat, I ended it with "atleast I haven't vomited yet"...
yes well, less than 12 hours of that conversation I found myself in the shower (which was a great location for it in all seriousness) dry heaving and eventually throwing up the few spoonfuls of vanilla yogurt I had early in the morning when I woke up feeling hungry. Now I sit here eating the remainder of that yogurt cup & some toast pondering " is this going to come up too?"
my stomach is telling me "maybe."
The hormones that my body is creating because of this raspberry-sized baby are kicking the crap out of me and I'm really hoping that for the (God-allowing) 2nd baby that this is not nearly as bad.
My heightened sense of smell makes nearly all food unappealing to me, and I dread opening the refrigerator because the mix of different smells hitting me is like an instant cue to feel disgusted, so I now find myself holding my breath whenever I have to go in there.
The funny thing is that John will say to me "wow, this must be bad because you're pretty tough about this stuff" and my mother says to me "wow, you're a wimp! are you sure this isn't psychosomatic?"
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