“Morning Sickness”. When the name doesn’t say it all.
They say morning sickness typically begins around the 6 week mark. Boy, we’re “they” right! At 6 weeks it kind of hit me like a freight train. It started the other morning whilst enjoying a lie in with Hubby and The Little Guy. It began as a gentle nudge of nausea. Then shortly after, I couldn’t help but feel as though the contents of my stomach were strongly protesting its usual confines and rigorously seeking a swift exit – up and out. I raced to the bathroom and ungraciously thrust my head over the toilet whilst I retched into the bowl. FYI, I find it extremely difficult to actually vomit, even at the sickest of times. In the last 10 years I can probably count at least 3 times I’ve actually blown chunks. Twice whilst being extraordinarily inebriated (very classy) and the oth
er whilst suffering from a mutant strain of gastro that swept my kid’s childcare centre. I don’t know if my inability to follow through is a good thing or not? But what I do know is that for the last few days I have suffered from “Morning Sickness” morning, noon and (mostly) night. Not only am I left feeling confused as to why they call it that, when clearly it’s not just “morning” – very misleading. I am left feeling very tired, drained and very closely resembling a piece of crap.
