Dear food, I miss you

We went to the lake this weekend with our friends. I got to enjoy it every now and then.

Basically, all food that went into my mouth came right back out. I felt like I had baby-induced bulimia. I was alright as long as I ate and went straight to the bathroom. I just kind of stood there and waited for it to come up. It never failed. Over the weekend, I through up 13 times. Yeah. I counted.

Today, I was dead from the moment the sun came up. I couldn't move because I was so nauseous. I finally caved and called my doctor.

I talked to the nurse and she seemed shocked I didn't call in on Friday. She said I risked becoming dehydrated and not getting enough nutrients for me and my baby.

Oops.

She hung up and talked to the doctor and called back. They called in a prescription for Zofran. It's a pill that is often prescribed for pregnant women and radiation patients... Both types often have uncontrollable nausea.

So far, it's helped me keep food down, but it hasn't stopped the icky feeling I have.

Baby, please be nice to me.

Death warmed over

I woke up this morning and didn't feel so hot. Instead of doing my normal routine and hanging out on Facebook, I opted for a movie on TV and some Saltines (breakfast of champions, right?). A commercial came on for a puppy pee pad. It's this little turf pad you can buy and put it in your house for your pup to use instead of going outside to do its business.

This.made.me.want.to.vomit.

I barely had time to get to the bathroom before I tossed my biscuits (or should I say crackers?). I threw up so hard that I peed my pants (I later learned this had a term for it: vomiss). Not exactly something to be proud of. I hopped in the shower and threw up again. I got out of the shower and threw up another time.

This was essentially how the rest of my day went. The puppy pad wasn't what caused me to throw up. I had really dived head first into the wonderful world of morning sickness. Five days since the last time I threw up... I thought I had escaped it.

At 4:30 this afternoon, I found myself praying that I would stop throwing up long enough for us to make our trip out to the lake. You see, Rusty's parents have a cabin on a lake that is about 2 hours away. We had invited our friends to go out and visit and we were leaving at 5 o'clock.

My "all day" sickness was bad enough that I had to sit in the front seat of our friends' minivan. I found myself carsick at nearly every turn. I somehow survived the two hour trip to the lake without yacking all over the dashboard.

I've heard people say at the beginning of their pregnancy, "I wish I had morning sickness so I could just feel pregnant."

No. You. Don't.

Dang it!

Yesterday, my mom and I threw a surprise party for our good friends. We had a ton of people over to my childhood home and had cake, played games, and had a bonfire. I stuck to my party beverage of choice - water - while everyone else enjoyed a few cold adult beverages.

This morning, wouldn't you know it...

I'M THE ONE WITH THE HANGOVER.

Of course, I know it's really just a baby hangover, but I'm 11 weeks pregnant... TWO weeks away from it being the end of the 1st trimester and I've only thrown up ONCE. I thought I was going to escape this trimester without the dreaded visit from Mr. Morning Sickness. Dang it!

I'm sure the piece of cake that I had for breakfast didn't help things... (Don't judge me, fool!) At least if you're going to throw up something, I learned that chocolate cake isn't so bad.

I guess I should be thankful that I went this far without morning sickness. At least it goes away in the 2nd trimester, right?