Morning sickness is an evil misnomer. It tricks first time mothers into thinking that there’s some kind of reprieve. And okay, for some there is, but not for me apparently. I thought I was going to be one of those smug women that oh so tactfully says to a friend (whose head is in the toilet bowl), “Morning sickness? I’m in my second trimester now and never experienced it.” Ok, I’d never do that to anyone. That would be horrible… but my character flaws or positive attributes aside, I could never be one of those women anyway because as of last Thursday, morning sickness punched me in the stomach fast and furious. And not just in the morning either. I mean, I always knew it wasn’t a literal term, but I thought it was just bouts of nausea that come and go… well, this bout has now lasted for one entire week. Sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse, but it never goes away. Ever. I spent most of today moaning in bed with saltines and Powerade by my side.
Morning sickness (or ALLTHEEFFING-TIMESICKNESS as I have come to call it) does not, however, stop me from wanting to eat my weight in food. During weeks four and five all I wanted in my life was McDonalds. Disgusting, I know. It took all my power to fight the urge (and I admit, I occasionally lost). Now the baby has entirely taken over my taste buds, and let me tell you, he and I have very different taste. My baby thinks he’s a vegetarian Hawaiian. The very thought of meat makes me want to lose my lunch (if I’ve managed to shove anything down my throat, that is) and all he wants is pineapple**. I love pineapple, but I also really love meat.
Griping aside, I’m grateful for my morning sickness and general aversion to all foods that I love. Why? Because on Monday morning I was pretty sure I was losing the baby. A dear friend rushed me to the hospital and stayed with me as long as possible while I was poked and prodded, but mostly just spent my time waiting around for test results and trying not to cry (a feat in which I did not succeed). Three vials of blood, an ultrasound and a pelvic exam later I was told that everything looks fine and normal. The ultrasound detected a small (so small it couldn’t be measured) subchorionic hemorrhage which is really very normal early in the first trimester and tends to rectify itself within a couple of weeks. I see the midwife for the first time next week anyway and I’m sure I’ll have more questions about it then. For now I can take comfort in the fact that the ultrasound also showed a healthy little embryo that measured in size just exactly as it should for its age with a strong heartbeat (the tech was really surprised that she could see everything so clearly via transabdominal ultrasound at such an early stage). So yes, I’m grateful for my morning sickness if it means all is well.
I’m going to bid you adieu now. My Kraft Dinner, one of the few savoury foods the little one lets me eat (note that it’s very much vegetarian), is ready. Don’t look at me like that. It’s whole wheat noodles, OK? Totally healthy! Well, kinda…
**FUN FACT: Although Hawaii is the first place that came to mind when I thought of pineapple, apparently pineapple isn’t even native to Hawaii despite our common association of one with the other (think Hawaiian pizza). It actually originally hails from Brazil and Paraguay, though it is now a major crop in Hawaii.