Diary of a Fat Woman

So, besides my Friday excursion, I’ve been doing alright. The bleeding/discharge has stopped now, so I feel a little more like I’m going to be alright. The bleeding never really got bad, it was just a little bit of it and never any tissue, so I think I’m okay. I feel more sick as time goes on (a good sign, I think), but today I had to come home early from work because I felt like I was going to puke if I stuck around too long. I had my husband give the message to my manager, while I sat in the breakroom and tried to control my breathing so I didn’t upchuck everything right there. I didn’t eat anything really this morning, besides like two gummy worms and some water, so I wasn’t sure what my stomach was threatening to get rid of, but I felt so gross.

I had to tell like three customers to hold on for a moment, while I put the mute button on and gagged and hoping my stomach wouldn’t decide to give up now. At lunchtime, I just couldn’t handle it anymore and I had my husband drive me home. As soon as we got home, I ran down the stairs and into the bathroom and threw up all of the water I’d had that day. It was the worst throwing up experience ever. Ick. After that though, I felt better, but I went to bed, finished reading Harry Potter 7 for the second time and slept for an hour. It was great.

I sure can’t wait until this morning sickness goes away though. It’s so bad. I don’t know how people get through it for 6 or 7 or 8 or more kids. But they say that it kind of peaks at 8 weeks (which is where I’ll be at tomorrow) and then goes downhill from there, though it doesn’t always hold true for everyone, of course. I sure hope it’s true for me. Bleck.