February 12th, 2006

Grr, Pregnancy

I have had a terrible night. In fact, if it were at all possible to list my night in order of badness, this would probably number 2 on the list. Let me explain:

-Had 2 slices of pizza and found out that my health insurance has been terminated although I was told by my payroll secretary that going on disability would not change it. My stomach started to hurt- Mya seems to know when I am upset.

-About two hours later I got so hungry. Almost like I had not eaten in years. I was craving some tostitos and cheese dip. Ate that and then had some decaf tea which usually settles my tummy enough for me to relax.

-About an hour later, stomach still hurting, I decided to take a shower as I felt very sweaty and hot. I shower, feel a little sick still, but know it is because I am thirsty. I usually get thirsty after showering. I get a cup of crushed ice and water.

-I suddenly get this burst of energy and decide to use it to finsh the laundry and folding the two baskets of clean clothes. All is going well, at least that is what I thought. My stomach starts to knot like hunger pangs and then I get hot. UH-OH. I know what’s coming. I’m gonna throw up. No, it’s going away.

-No it’s not. Before I can move I vomit all over my freshly cleaned comforter. But it is not just vomit. I’m almost 26 weeks pregnant and have lost total control of my bladder, so I leak too. Great, I just showered and this happens. But it’s not going to stop. I grab my vomit bucket and turn the ceiling fan on before the next round makes it to the top of my thorat.

-And Drew is at work. I’m vomiting like this and feeling as if I am going to take a nosedive onto the ground and my husband is at work.

-Now, I have to remove the clean clothes from the foot of the bed (luckily I did not vomit there), strip the comforter off the bed, take my clothes off, shower again, put the laundry on again, wash out the bucket, febreeze the bed, and open the windows (by the way, it’s snowing out size)…all before I pass out from heat and stomach pain.

I tell you, I am miserable. I am so fucking miserable. I will NEVER get pregnant again. As excited as I am about having a baby and meeting MYA, I will never give up control over my body again. I just don’t have the energy.

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