being pregnant = no fun for me.
I found this draft today. It was dated March 26th and I wrote it before anyone besides Dave and my Mom knew I that was pregnant. I think it's funny, and luckily for me it's not all true anymore.
i hate feeling sick. i need to puke. and there is some funky smell in our fridge that only i can smell. i have cleaned it out about three times already but i cannot find anything. not even my Mom (who has always had the super-smeller ability) can smell anything out of the ordinary. and i dread opening it because it hits me like a ton of bricks when the door opens and then lingers in the kitchen for awhile after the door has been closed.
also, i cannot look at any pictures of food on people's blogs. it totally grosses me out. i can't smell any fast food either. i got a whiff of something the other day and i about tossed my cookies in the parking lot.
i also drive with a plastic bag handy in case i have to throw up while i'm driving and i can't pull over fast enough. i'm really hoping that i won't have to use that this pregnancy like i had to with my first two, but i'm not holding my breath.
i hate feeling sick. i need to puke. and there is some funky smell in our fridge that only i can smell. i have cleaned it out about three times already but i cannot find anything. not even my Mom (who has always had the super-smeller ability) can smell anything out of the ordinary. and i dread opening it because it hits me like a ton of bricks when the door opens and then lingers in the kitchen for awhile after the door has been closed.
also, i cannot look at any pictures of food on people's blogs. it totally grosses me out. i can't smell any fast food either. i got a whiff of something the other day and i about tossed my cookies in the parking lot.
i also drive with a plastic bag handy in case i have to throw up while i'm driving and i can't pull over fast enough. i'm really hoping that i won't have to use that this pregnancy like i had to with my first two, but i'm not holding my breath.
Labels: feeling sorry for oneself
posted by Holly at
5:00 PM
5 Comments:
I'm sorry about my picture of eggs.
katrina, luckily i saw the eggs for the first time on a good day. then after that if i was feeling at all queasy while going to your blog, i would use my peripheral vision to see if the same picture was still there.
ah, the things we do while we are pregnant. everything could be considered a bit crazy, but acceptable at the same time.
you have every reason to feel sorry for yourself. the beginning is no fun. i always say why do i have to be punished? im not the one who ate the fruit, KWIM?
is this why we love our kids so much—because we have to go through so much for them?
I'm so sorry you have to go through this! I would have stopped at 1, but fortunately (and I don't want to sound like I'm gloating) I never got sick, just super puffy and retained every ounce of liquid a body could hold.
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