The saga of the sick...

Yes, almost 22 weeks gone and still being sick. Twice this week and counting, and that's not mentioning the constant nausea.
The first sick incident was over the curry pot hubby left on the worktop overnight. The smell was enough to set me off.
The second was a bolt of out the blue - feeling fine, driving home, oh my God, kind of a moment which was not too pleasant.
Basically I had to hold the sick in my mouth -pray no more was coming - and get parked before I could do what I had to do.
I was quite impressed at my driving while sicking skills however - and it sure beats the projectile on the plane incident of a few weeks back.
So yes, the sick is still there, but I'm coping better.

Hyperemesis... and other joys...

So anyway, it's what I've got.

Sort of.


Here's the definition unrelenting, excessive pregnancy-related nausea and/or vomiting that prevents adequate intake of food and fluids.

Now I have the nausea bit and the preventing of adequate anything. Recently even water has made me ill. Mostluy though I'm not throwing up - although throwing up a lot more than I did with Joseph (I threw up once with him. I'm throwing up at least once a week with this wee blighter) but God the sickness, morning, noon and night. The fear that I could throw up at any time (and have, in public, the shame).
It is, in fairness only my fear of puking which has led me not to be sick more as I'll hold it all in as much as possible.

So now, at 17 weeks and some, the doctor has given me metoclopromide (or something ) which I've now been taking for two days. Now I still threw up this morning, but after taking the tablet my stomach settled again. I feel better -ish. Please God may I continue to feel better, as soon as possible.

I'm hope this baby knows...

How much I love him/ her.
Because there is no one else on this planet (except for his/her big brother) who I would endure such sustained sickness.
I know, technically, I have no choice in the matter but it is really, heart honestly, getting me down beyond words.
I want to bloom. I want to feel and be positive, instead of spending my days being told I look "awful" and have people make sympathetic faces in my direction.
I've found I HAVE to go to bed no later than 9.30 - whether I want to or not - or else I'll be puking my anatomy the next day (and that night). Evenings are the worst. Absolute worst.

I may have to go now and hold my little nephew and remind myself why I'm doing this.

Right, somebody, somewhere is having a giraffe

(And it's not me).
Anyway, 12 weeks and 3 days pregnant - how did I spend it?
Puking! Puking as if there was nothing else in the world to do but puke. Puking as if puke were my middle name.
Now I've gagged and retched and vomit-burped my way through this pregnancy so far but until yesterday I had not actually vomitted.
Until yesterday.
And then I puked ... a lot (I realise you may have already realised that) - but honestly I thought I might die. I felt wretched the entire whole day while my brain kept saying "But, but, but I'm 12 weeks. This is supposed to stop, Not get worse!".

I have decided that I am absopletely never having any more children. I might adopt, ala Brad and Angelina.

In secondary news, I was invited to a booklaunch by a vay famous author with canapes and cocktails and the works... Cocktails... hmmmmm! Well, only 6 (7) more months til I can enjoy one.

Tomato sandwiches

Which have, atleast, been left over night until they go slightly soggy.
With optional ham or cheese addition for added flavour. Definitely on white bread. None of my usual wholegrain goodness.
Yes folks, I think I have my first notion.

Good thing it's a relatively healthy one - given my huge girth at booking in.
I've managed (apart from a KitKat Sensations moment yesterday) to eat healthily since and I do feel better for it (apart from the crushing waves of nausea, naturally).

I'm finding my biggest problem is having the energy to cook. On tonight's menu are some lean thin cut steaks, steamed veg and peppercorn sauce.
However it is entirely possible that by the time I get home I'll be so nauseated it will be (wholegrain) toast for tea again. It's a matter of eating before the sickness hits, which is no mean feat.
Still, I might just make up a big wadge of tomato (or tamada as they are known round these parts) sandwiches so that there is always something "good" to go.

So the "wobbly tummy" has a name

In the interests of giving this child a cutesy name to bring it through the pregnancy months, Joseph decided today that the baby in mummy's tum should be called Bam Bam.
DH, who is desperate for a daughter (something which is actually getting on my sore boobies beacuse I was psycho in my first pregnancy about the gender and I'm trying to be chilled out now), tried to persuade him to change it to Pebbles. But he wasn't budging.
My younger sister tried to get me to call it Shrimpy as when I had a scan at the start of the week it did look rather shrimp like - but given my pathological fear of anything seafood related and indeed my ability to puke a little into my mouth at the very thought of fish at the moment I politely declined. *
So Bam Bam it is.
And Bam Bam has been making me very sick today and tired. I keep telling myself I'm almost 9 weeks amd hopefully in about three weeks this stage will have passed and I'll be able to get through the day without making a weird mooing, wretching noise as I try not to be sick.

Morning sickness survival kit for this week includes, chicken noodle soup, TUC crackers (Thanks Keris), oven chips and coleslaw. A weird and wonderful combination I know and the fecker of it is tomorrow I could look at any/ all of those items and feel ill.
Still three weeks to the second trimester... 21 more sleeps.


* I say politely, it was more along the lines of a "If you don't stop f*cking stop f*cking talking about f*cking fish, I'll f*cking kill you".