Please forgive me if my absence has stunned some of you. Morning Sickness (a' la Almost 24/7 Sickness) has reared its ugly head.
First of all, I came down with a cold (fever, snuffy/runny nose, post nasal drip, headache), which I am just now recovering from. On top of that, my morning sickness is kicking in. Nothing like having your sinuses constantly draining into your already woozy stomach....bleck.
I take little sips of water all day long, and eat small bits of something all day long to try to keep the nausea under control as much as I can. However, I still lay back feeling woozy. I have yet to barf, but that is only because I have the luxury of laying down most of the day if I feel the need. I only venture out of the house for tutoring or errands I HAVE to make. Standing for longer periods of time makes me more nauseous, so I try to avoid it if I can.
I've read countless articles on what to eat and how I can help myself through the nausea, but really they all say the same thing. Basically, I just have to suffer through it. I keep thinking to myself, if I am only 6 1/2 weeks along right now, I can only imagine how much worse it will get before it gets better.
My one shining bright spot is the fact that late evenings/nights I don't feel so bad. I've turned a little bit into a night owl for that reason. I do things I want/need to do when I feel the least sick, and I try to sleep through all the morning hours if possible.
Last night I stayed awake to decorate the chalkboard in our kitchen, so I could take a pregnancy photo in front of it today. Thankfully, my husband cooperated. It could be the hormones, but MAN has he been irking me lately. I think he believes that my morning sickness is a figment of my imagination that I make up for sh*ts-n-giggles. He ACTS like I do it purposely to avoid doing household tasks I don't want to do. Erm, No honey, I didn't cook the chicken this evening because every time I went to grab it out of the refrigerator I started gagging...so, no, we aren't having chicken for dinner.
He, so unintelligently told me, "Andrew's wife was push mowing their lawn 2 weeks before she gave birth." (Keep in mind that I get overheated on a good day, so outdoor work has NEVER really been an option for me, so I'm not sure what idiotic point he was trying to get at) I told him, "Andrew's wife told me he has a 9 inch peni$ and gives her 3 orgasms a night. Don't compare my body and abilities to other peoples and I won't compare yours." GRRR... Men.
Anyhow, I'll leave you with this cute lil tid bit: