During the first trimester, I was sick as a dog (have you ever seen a dog get sick, its pathetic, they wretch themselves into convulsions). I spent most evenings and all weekend lying on the couch either sleeping or groaning over my aching belly. I drank pregnancy tea, sucked on preggie pops, sipped chicken broth, stayed far away from red meat and ate a lot of crackers. Oh, and I had the worst headaches. Then one day around my 3rd month I was at work and noticed I was awake, really wide eyed and actively reading some research on how to run a large IT organization. Side note, I love corporate research, it becomes the scapegoat when a particular idea goes sideways on you, but in most cases, its useful and you end up looking like a genius for having "done your homework in studying the marketplace". Um, the only thing I've studied was Speed Reader on The Great Space Coaster (I have a younger sister, okay?). I admired his speed reading technique and took to it readily...though retention and comprehension was never part of the deal.
Anyway, there I was, reading boring corporate research and I was awake. An oxymoron on many levels, especially since I had been sleep walking through the last few months since finding out that I'm KU (knocked up). All of my sisters told me there would be light at the end of the morning sickness tunnel, that I would wake up one day and it would just be gone, like a bad boyfriend. I was basking in the tunnel light...had a brief relapse of a gas attack, and went back to reading.
That was a bit more than a month ago. Since then I've relapsed back to sick dog a couple times. With any civilian sickness, you'd try to identify the root cause, was it the food I ate, or was it working late hours that did it to me, or maybe it was that damn toddler birthday party. Dang snot nosed kids will get you sick every time, I knew I should have lied and said my in laws were coming over for lunch. When you're pregnant, every excuse for any ache, pain, running nose, even excessive snoring is attributed to shifts in hormones. According to my sisters, I should be anxiously awaiting the onslaught of acne any day. I can't wait, because the brown spots that have marked my face need some company. If anything, pregnancy has a funny way of making you feel and look so unattractive, its a loud signal to your hubby that he need not touch you, his job is done.
The morning sickness still revisits without any logical correlation to my activities in the days preceding. Last week I spent nearly $30 in the cafeteria for lunch. I first tried a Thai dish, brought it up to my office, took a bite and gagged. So, I went back for an tuna fish sando, I got two bites out of that one, had to throw it away, and move my trash can into the hallway because the smell of tuna and phad thai was really bad. Next up to bat was the chicken noodle soup...but I had to fish out the chunks of chicken, all I really wanted was the broth. That night on my way home to beach myself on the couch, I bought a twelve pack of Top Raman. Still the best value meal in the market. Not that I'm one to complain, (yeah right), but I caught the hubby eating my TR for dinner the other night. Back off the Top Raman buddy (sobbing uncontrollably), that’s my go to food! Which one of us is pregnant anyway (as if the irrational bout of crying over Top Raman doesn't answer that question)!
