I got rid of the high fever after 5 days, only to be blindsided by "morning" (24/7) sickness that very day. The last couple of weeks have been tough. My kindergarten children no longer look at me funny as I gag over the trash can several times per day. No telling what they say to their parents about it, but it seems that they view it as normal now. I can no longer bring home food from a restaurant without all four windows rolled down and my head sticking out. Even then I might scream at any moment, "Throw the food the hell out of the window!"
I had 3 good days last week. I am convinced it was the family of bananas my mom bought for me. I should've cloned the damn things since one of my children's parents works in a lab where they clone cows (serious business). For 3 glorious days I ate a banana before getting out of bed along with those little rectangle Club crackers. Those were days that I could actually smile, laugh, and only want to half-puke all day long. But, that family of bananas is long gone and it seems that no others can take their place. In fact, if a banana comes within 1 foot of my mouth, I might hurl. And don't bring me a Club cracker either unless you want to get smacked down.
Speaking of hurling...ever puked up trail mix? I highly do not recommend it. That's been my day today.
If it seems like I'm whining...I am. In fact, I've earned that considering this is my fourth pregnancy with no take home baby and each time I've been equally as sick. Being sick does NOT mean this pregnancy is healthy. It just means I have damn good hormones that like to make themselves heard.
However, I am thankful. I am thankful to God for the opportunity again. I am thankful that everything looked great at our 7 week sonogram. I am thankful that I have THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD, and I am thankful that maybe, just maybe this could be the one.