Diary of a sick prego lady- Entry 1

Diary of a sick prego lady

Entry 1: Throwing up in public and peeing your pants.. 

While it may seem strange to have a first entry while at the beginning of my 2nd trimester, I am sure the entries that follow will show that up until this point, it was not physically possible to journal at all. 

As many of you know by now, pregnancy is beyond NOT kind to me.  While I do not wish my little person a way for a second, I do wish I could magically fast forward to November and get this kid out.. 

I still can not keep most food down with out the help of medication.  Do I like taking it? NOPE.. Can I eat a morsel of bread or drink water and keep it down with out it? NOPE! So for the sake of actually growing my human, I have no choice.  When I was growing Emily, I took this medication until the day I delivered.  As long as I took it, I was okay and could eat enough to grow a happy healthy human.  

This kid on the other hand, I am not so lucky.  Even WITH the medication there is a 50/50 chance that it will be rejected immediately.  

Here is the story of the evening: 

I have been craving a french dip/Philly for dinners.  Its the ONLY thing I want.  I have successfully ate them all week with only one small episode where I thought rejection was going to happen but it did not.  

Well, tonight we went to Sheri's because their french dip has been rocking my world, I ate, I loved, and as I was telling a story about how my nausea med was running out and I called to have it refilled, they told me i had no more refills and so they have to call my dr and blah blah..  in the middle of my story, I felt the twinge I get on my left side half way down my side.  The sign that things are going to probably go poorly very quickly.  

I was on the inside of the booth and practically pushed tait out of my way and ran to the bathroom.  A disgusting 2 stall bathroom where a huge group of girls came in right after me.  Apparently they are on a road trip and hadn't stopped for  awhile.. so I have this huge line of people, in a small bathroom while I proceed to throw up everything I had just ate while at the same time forcefully peeing my pants.  

Wanting to die, embarrassed, humiliated, traumatized, I pull myself together with what little dignity I had left,  and open the door of my stall, and see the faces of several people looking at me, appalled and probably as traumatized as I was.  

I got the keys from tait and sat out in the car while he paid our bill .. 

Why am I sharing this extremely embarrassing story so publicly?  Because, I am miserable, this is not a rare occurrence (which is why i rarely leave the house) and I have to find the humor in this whole ordeal otherwise I might not make it to November. its important to me that my dear friends know exactly what I am going through.  I am not making this stuff up, when I say pregnancy is not kind to me, I really just mean it.  Sadly this is not the most traumatizing thing that has happened thus far, however, it IS the most public one.  Back to being a hermit invalid... 

Again, Public service announcement:

I am not interested in tricks and suggestions here on different things I can do to help things.  I don't want to hear them.   

This is just a story I am sharing because I am a sharer.