I don’t know how it’s possible, but I forgot how horrendous the first trimester was. The Confused Housewife told me it’s like war, you have memories but it’s not the same as being there. And she’s right.
With Tornado E, I puked in the mornings, about an hour after I arrived at work. It became painfully obvious to the head cashiers that I was in the family way. One morning I puked three times before I even made it to my car to drive to work. I called in sick. Baja style tacos were not Tornado E’s friends, and the little punk would make me sick throughout the pregnancy if I didn’t have enough fruits and vegetables to satisfy him. Also I learned later on, to never go to bed on a full stomach. Oh, the horror.
It was in this pregnancy I learned that morning sickness was questioned. The day I called in sick, The Husband came home with his new theory: “Morning Sickness is in your head.” I think it is pretty obvious that I’m a saint because he’s still alive today and was left alive to say several more just as stupid comments in the first trimester. (That’s another post.) I’ve posted before about an older book questioning it, but imagine my horror when I recently picked up my copy of What to Expect When Expecting to read the same asinine comment.
“The fact that morning sickness is more common and tends to be more severe in first pregnancies supports the concept that both physical and psychological factors are involved. . . . Emotionally, those pregnant for the first time are more likely to be subject to the kinds of anxieties and fears that can turn a stomach; whereas women in subsequent pregnancies may be distracted from their nausea by the demands of caring for older children.”
Naptime Writing, if you want to jump in the car to bash this person’ brains out, I’ve got the car filled with gas and ready to go.
When I was pregnant with Tornado S, I vomited so much that Tornado E would stand just behind me pretending to puke too. When we were visiting my family, my dad and brother got a real kick of watching Tornado E pretend to vomit outside a close door. Lovely. I was sicker longer with Tornado S than I was with Tornado E, moving straight into the second trimester. I didn’t gain weight two months in a row, worrying my doctor (who never mentioned his worry until everything was fine). I also learned I got car sick in the first trimester.
Now I’m pregnant with this one. I’m not throwing up as often, but I’m nauseas most of the day. Just spitting out toothpaste makes me dry heave. I’m calling it “progesterone poisoning” from The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy. This little “sickness” isn’t regulated to the morning, and as The Husband finally realized, there’s nothing to make a woman feel better. Each cure works optionally for each woman or even each day. Yesterday tortillas worked; today it’s fried chicken. It doesn’t matter. It’s just trying to find out which is the enemy of the day.
So to answer your question Bad Mommy Moments, yes, I am sick. I’m sick like a dog. I’m wondering why I got myself into the mess. And damn it, where’s my pizza?