originally written on February 17th
Morning sickness hit.
And it hit hard.
Who ever coined the phase “morning sickness” was obviously not 1. a women and 2. pregnant. Because it was not limited to just the morning. This was all day sickness. Stomach trashing, body aching, nausea hitting at full force kind of sickness. I like to think of myself as not a wimpy kind of a girl. I rarely take medicine for any aliment and have learned to listen to my body, heck I even went through labor and birth all naturale. But if someone had offered me a pill that would have made the nausea stop, I would have taken it in a heartbeat. That’s saying a lot.
So this weekend, I laid around the house. Literally. I barely moved and just napped. I felt so unproductive. I also only consumed half a banana and a child sized cup of applesauce as that was all that I could muster to keep down. Every smell and odor in the house made me want to barf. Except I couldn’t because my stomach was empty. It was awful. I didn’t want to sit at the dinner table with the family as they ate, and BabyBird was so confused as to why my plate was empty and why I wasn’t eating with him. By the end of the day, BabyBird started to understand (that mommy wasn’t feeling good, not that I was pregnant and his world was going to be rocked in 9 months from now) and would look at me and say ‘Mommy, all done napping?’. By the end of the day, I was finally able to eat some crackers and then went to bed in hopes that a night’s rest would help and I would return to my regular self in the morning.
But in all of this complaining, I know that I am so blessed to be pregnant. I know of so many friends who are struggling with infertility issues and their hopes of starting or growing their family. It absolutely breaks my heart knowing they are struggling at this time. So even though I am nauseous and exhausted it is a kind of happy and joyful sickness because I know that I am growing a little person inside of me and that makes it all worth it.