Contrary to popular belief, not all women suffer from the grave morning sickness. Some of us just had to be different, damn it. So, if you are one of those women who think you are freaky because you aren’t barfing breakfast on the freeway, we’ve instantly bonded.
My symptoms are abnormal. Well, aside from the fact that my breasts have been sore as all get out, I now have narcolepsy, my nose is a dripping faucet, and an increased urge to pee, they are. First of all, I don’t have regular morning sickness. Instead, my morning routine goes something like this: I open my eyes, look at the clock and assess how I am feeling. Most mornings I wake up fine, but then all of a sudden my stomach begins to gurgle and just like that, I have the pregnancy flu, complete with chills, nausea and diarrhea. Not knowing what is going to happen next, I jump up and try my best to get to the bathroom. Once there, I use the bathroom and am completely fine. But for that short period of time, I seriously think I have the flu. That’s my morning sickness. The pregnancy flu. Occasionally it hits me later in the day, often after eating a meal, but for the most part, occurs in the morning.
On several occasions, smells have bothered me, beginning mainly in my sixth week of pregnancy. I couldn’t begin to even think about preparing food. Whenever a wave of nausea comes over me, I usually grab a Coca-cola and a Preggie Pop Drop (thanks to my girlfriend, Christy!) to get me through. My diet up until now has been rather dull, however I have been able to eat good nutritious dinners most nights and of course I am taking my prenatal vitamins.
Favorite foods, or rather survival foods:
Honey Nut Cheerios
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
cheddar cheese and Saltines
Coca-cola
pita bread and hummus
pears
bagels with cream cheese and orange juice
pizza
peanut butter and jelly
9 Weeks, 5 Days
I felt this was appropriate for Valentine’s Day. I actually was fortunate to have my husband working from home most of the day and we made a trip to the chiropractor together, enjoyed lunch at the Thai restaurant right down the street, dinner at a local burger joint and a trip to pick up a new television for the downstairs. Not all that romantic for possibly our last Valentine’s Day without rugrats, but under the circumstances, all in all I thought it was marvelous. And, what better way to end Valentine’s Day than to sleep? 
