Only Six More Weeks!

Despite the many assurances from laypeople and medical professionals alike, my nausea and so-called morning sickness has continued, uninterrupted, for tje last 28 weeks. It reared its ugly head around the six week mark, meaning that I've ralphed daily in three seasons, two countries, half a dozen bathrooms, morning, noon and night.

Everytime a person asks how I'm feeling or how pregnancy is treating me, I'm honest. Pregnancy hasn't been awful...no swelling, no weight gain, no leg cramps, no acne or mask of pregnancy, no stretch marks, no headaches, no diabetes. My blood pressure is perfect and the baby, by all accounts, appears happy and healthy. I do admit, however, that I still have morning sickness. At first people would say "Oh, that will end by 14 weeks" then "16 weeks" then "18 weeks" and eventually "that will end...when the baby's born." Let's hope!

Last night was my first bout of middle-of-the-night vomiting. I woke up for my regular 3:30 AM pee and decided to have a few sips of juice, since I was feeling nauseated. I got back into bed and dozed for a while before rising once again to empty my ever-bursting bladder. After I piddled and washed my hands, the familiar urge to throw up washed over me. I hunched over the sink, bringing the little juice I drank and remnants of my bedtime snack. A thorough toothbrushing and facewashing later, I was back in bed, desperate for a few more hours of nausea-free sleep.

My mantra has become "only [blank] more weeks" til I can wake up without throwing up. Only six more weeks!