October 18, 2011: Well hello again John

And by "John" I mean the toilet.

Hello 6 weeks and hello nausea. I have had a wave of nausea here and there for the last two weeks or so but they are seriously like 2 seconds long and usually while someone else is driving. Today, nausea woke me up from a nap...awesome. I sat on the bathroom floor facing the toilet for an hour while on the brink of needing to puke my face off.

I know there is no need to choke back morning sickness. June bug is getting all the nutrients it needs as the size of a lentil bean (or blueberry depending on what site you refer to) so if I vomit up my lunch, all is well. But I choked it back anyway and here is why: the last thing on my stomach were really delicious shrimp potstickers. Nothing sounds good to me right now. Lunch and dinner arrives and I cannot think of anything I want to eat. Nothing is really grossing me out per se but nothing jumps out at me either. That is, except for Chinese food. This happened while I was pregnant with Eva too. All I wanted was Chinese food. Mexican entered the equation later on so I am holding out for that as well, but right now, I could drink a bottle of soy sauce. So I know how this works. If I gagged up the potstickers then I couldn't stomach Chinese food for at least a year. With Eva this happened with Macaroni and Cheese. I puked it once and then the casserole dish that I had made it in showed up clean in the dishwasher and I had to SPRINT to the bathroom to puke and that was a few days later. Matt had to put that dish away. A week after that I went to pull it out of the cabinet to make something else and one look at it sent me running again to the bathroom. Then I made Matt hide it in the garage. It wasn't allowed back in the house until Eva was 6 months old.

So I sat in the bathroom breathing through nausea in order to keep ahold of my love for Chinese food. After about an hour, Eva woke up. As she called out for me, I looked at Brady (our Golden Retriever) and said, "Dude...it's SOOOOOO time you start pulling your own weight around here. Go get Eva for me."  He outright refused.

This could be a major struggle. But in the end I will be thrilled to hug the toilet. I would rather be sick to my stomach day to day than not be pregnant. I would rather have that glaring evidence that my hormones are increasing and therefore this June bug is growing than be faced with another miscarriage. I am grateful for nausea!