It's seems like it was just last week that I was tempting the vengeful ear of fate by telling my sister-in-law "I feel great! I haven't even had any morning sickness or anything!" Uh, yeah. Scratch that.
Only, it's not morning sickness. It's Afternoon sickness or sometimes Evening sickness or even can't sleep because you're so queasy for hours upon hours sickness. And since you asked, it's not throw-uppy, it's just QUEASY. A melodramatic queasiness that warns that standing up might result passing out, accompanied by a stomach that feels absolutely starving while the thought of putting a bite of food in my mouth sounds foul and wrong and life-altering in a bad bad way. And since actually tossing my cookies is a relief that's not come to me (I've tried; I'm not a natural puker), this queasiness lasts for hours and hours at a time; just long enough to call the husband, my mom, my mother-in-law and the Internet and complain about it.
Posted by rightmoon at July 6, 2005 06:00 PMI know this queasiness of which you speak. I threw up buckets with Aidan. Trent, not so much, but my God the waves in my stomach during those pregnancies are unmatched to this day. I promise it gets better, Mis. Hang in there. I love you.
Posted by: Brandi at July 6, 2005 11:55 PMI feel for ya. That sucks even when you're not preggers!
Posted by: Fel at July 8, 2005 01:24 PM