The girls tell me that pregnancy symptoms just sneak up on you. Stuff that's never been a problem before becomes life or death. I normally have a rock solid stomach. I can eat just about anything.
Correction.
I USED to be able to eat just about anything. Now I either gag, decide in the moment that I hate it, or it upsets me tummy. And rather inconveniently too.
We've got a girl's night planned. Dinner, all five of us beauties, no kiddos, at From The Bayou. And I get the most painful case of gas and bloating in the car on my way to dinner.
I really shouldn't have worn those pantyhose. My days of tight clothing are at an end for a while.
So I'm feeling like crap and trying to be fun and social. We all have tons to talk about after the holidays. I order my food and eat two bites. I barely sip my lemonade. Just looking at the table of food makes me want to gag.
Such a fun use of my allowance.
But Kevin was pleased. He got to take leftover crawfries to work today.
Luckily, as the last of the newly pregnant ladies (everybody else is on baby two or more), they are full of sympathy and encouragement. While I talk to people about this everyday, the reality of my own body is a different story.
I do have the bestest husband, because he picked up good drugs for me on his way home from gaming night. I think I'll start carrying mylicon and tums in my purse. Just in case.
1 comment:
Don't forget your trusty friend peppermint oil. I usually tell my clients to carry peppermint candies in their purses to help with the nausea. It works wonders for some...worth a try, I suppose. Let me know what you think. And if you ever need to just talk, don't hesitate to call. That's what I do, remember? :) Smooches! -MC
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