Today I had my first bout with morning sickness. Now, I don't have anything to compare it to, as I never hurled during pregnancy #1, but I thought this was some pretty intense morning sickness. First of all, MY GOD, the headache. Then, the misery of driving while nauseated, trying not to think about how sick I feel, but feeling more and more sick because I can't stop thinking about it. Finally, the panicky moment when I realize it's coming up, and I'm in my dad's car, yet so close to my sister's house. Must keep driving.... must reach toilet..... must control gag reflex..... Alas, I was not successful in my efforts to stop the inevitable. So I had some put-on-your-hazard-lights-and-open-your-door-in-moving-traffic-to-puke morning sickness. Goddamn disgusting.
Why did we decide to get pregnant again? Oh yeah, because after these nine months of potential hell, we will have one of those great little pink bodies to wrap up and gaze at for hours on end. We will meet a brand new person. I, for one, plan on liking that person a lot.
I promise that if I continue to have morning sickness during this pregnancy, I may mention it in passing, but will not describe it in such detail as I did today. It was the first time ever, so give me some grace, please.