I don't get morning sickness. I get afternoon to evening sickness.
This has been kind of nice because it is time to lie down anyway. Yesterday, though, I began my 9th week of pregnancy. I woke up feeling great. The plan for the day was to take my girls to SummerFair at Coney Island. My oldest daughter was performing with her hip hop team.
After her dance, we got some overpriced festival pizza. I ate none of the pizza. I went for a chicken wrap, but I only ate a few bites because it was gross. The one thing I did do was make sure that all of us took in enough water. It was HOT. We walked around a bit to look at the booths, but we didn't last long.
The only other thing I ate was german roasted almonds.
When we got home, all of us were tired. I went to my bedroom to lie down and watch a little tv. I started feeling progressively worse. My head started pounding, my stomach was swimming, and I just could not cool down. I decided to take a shower to try regulating my temperature a little better. It worked: I did cool down. However, I also noticed that standing made my head swim and I almost fell over.
When I got out of the shower, I resigned myself to lying down again. My four year old began asking me all kinds of questions I cannot remember now. I tried to answer then had to tell her that I could not talk right now so please go downstairs.
As I said that, I felt that familiar, dreaded twinge that rises from stomach to throat. I ran to the bathroom and had one of the most violent prayer sessions to the porcelain god I have ever experienced.
All I remember was Gabriella standing at the door repeatedly asking "Are you puking?"
I cleaned up, stumbled back to bed and did not get back up for the rest of the night. I was able to enjoy a Popsicle a little later. Gabriella brought it to me.
I woke this morning still feeling like my stomach was twisted and my head had a javelin poking through it. I am up and pretending to be a normal citizen, but I hope this passes.
It is funny how symptoms work. If I have mild symptoms, I wonder if they are enough. If I have heavy symptoms, I fear something is going to hurt the babies. If I have no symptoms, I worry that one of the babies has stopped growing causing a drop in hcg and my symptoms. I will never just be happy apparently. I am kind of happy though because according to yesterday and today, my symptoms are going strong, meaning the babies are too.
Yay! Strong babies!