Well, the last 24 hours have been real bad for me.
Yesterday, around 5:45am, my daughter woke up, crying. We recently turned her crib into a toddler bed, so she will just come walking into our room now. This is a fairly regular occurrence, and, historically, I can read her a book, and she will voluntarily go back to bed for at least another hour. So, as per usual, I took my daughter out to the living room, sat on the couch, and began reading a book. Almost immediately I noticed, however, that I was not okay. I began shouting for my husband. I leaped off the couch and tried to aim my heaving at the kitchen trash, which has a lid. The first spewing didn’t make it inside, but rather all over the top.
My husband came out and I continued to throw up in the trash for a couple of minutes. I asked if he could read our daughter the book, and then she started screaming because she wanted me. So I finished puking, sat down again, and read her the book. Luckily, she did go back to bed.
An hour later, I tried to start our normal routine. I got my daughter up, changed her diapers and got her dressed for the day, and combed out and styled her hair. That day, my husband had agreed to drive her over to his parents house. Because of morning sickness, I’ve been making sure to eat something as soon as possible once I’m up, so I scrambled up some eggs and ate them right away. For whatever reason, eating did not seem to soothe my morning sickness. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse. Within minutes, I was puking up the eggs I just ate while my daughter stood by and watched. The eggs were still warm. It was especially unpleasant.
My husband left to take my daughter over to my in-laws, and I crawled back in bed. I passed the fuck out from about 8:30am to 12:30pm. When I woke up I was like, shit. There is no way I can work today. I was supposed to have supervision from 1-3pm and then I had three clients scheduled for afterward. I still hadn’t eaten anything or showered, and I still felt sick and tired. I text messaged my boss, told her I wouldn’t be able to make it to supervision and that I would contact my clients, and then I canceled the rest of my day. I proceeded to lie in bed, mostly unconscious, until my husband returned from picking up my daughter at 6:30pm. I came out, sat on the couch, and played with my daughter until her bedtime at 8pm, when I, too, went back to bed for the night.
So, long story short, I spent about 22 of the last 24 hours in bed.
I don’t know what happened. My mother in law said that sometimes pregnant women just have “bad morning sickness days.” I was a little worried that it was my body protesting my first full work day since I’ve been pregnant. I honestly feel a little shaken. I’m afraid to eat the foods I was eating before—mainly meat. I’m concerned about this happening again. I’m worried that I’ve bit off more than I can chew and I could lose one or both of my jobs. I just don’t know. All I know is that today, I feel okay, and I’m going to do my best to show up for the seven clients I have scheduled. Wish me luck.
Until next time <3
Last updated December 04, 2020