November 5th, 2007
Thanks for all the rants and stories related to my last couple posts. It’s good to know that you’re suffering right along side me there’s some people who have been through the same situation as I.
I don’t like it, but it seems to be my reality at the moment. But, don’t get me wrong, he does have his moments where he can be compassionate and loving - at it’s not even just when we’re about it do it. He’s a loving and wonderful father. I couldn’t ask for a better dad for my children (besides Matthew McConaughey… ahem).
I’m home sick today. I had a rather traumatic bout of sickness last night that has stuck with me. I’ve been vegging and feeling sorry for myself since we awoke bright and early at 6:30am when I shipped Carter off to daycare immediately, giving myself to wallow the entire day. Nice.
I just pray that relief is on the way and I can return to a somewhat normal existence soon.
I want to hear some funny morning sickness stories. Something to lift my spirits; so if you’ve got a funny story about something that happened to you or someone you know *wink, wink* during their horrible bouts of morning sickness, please, share it in the comments. Frig, if you got nothing, link something!
I have a copy of The Little Black Book of Style by Nina Garcia for the person who makes me laugh (as long as it’s not followed by gaging and retching).
I certainly can’t make you bellow out in laughter but I can pretend it’s because I am primarily concerned about your poor stomach…
I am sending well wishes though! Feel better!
Thanks Misty!!
November 5th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
No funny stories here, except that I never got morning sickness in the morning. It was always at night or ALL DAY LONG, except the morning. I believe that was an indicator of the sleeping habits of my infant. I hope you feel better soon. Morning sickness is the pits.
Mine’s minimal through the day and debilitating at night. I seem to throw up only after 5pm. It’s the pits alright.
November 5th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
I can’t share on this topic, but one morning sickness story I will NEVER forget belongs to Laural, and how she got her middle name… ask her about it
November 5th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
I don’t know how I found your blog- you you are great! Sorry, no morning sickness stories. I knew someone that threw up right next to her boss’ foot one time. Yuck. That’s all I’ve got!
Glad you found me!! You’re welcome back ANY time!!!
November 6th, 2007 at 5:14 am
hee … I love that “fat girl” (who is so not fat, btw) remembers my middle name story.
In fairness that’s my mom’s morning sickness story!
But, here’s mine - from this pregnancy. It will one day be funny to me, I think. Currently not so much.
I take the GO train every day and for the month of August I didn’t buy a monthly pass because it wasn’t worth it (days off). Which meant I had to get the stupid 10 ride tickets and pop them. And, the dumb thing about those, which I didn’t know, is that you can use it for more than 10 rides, because it will cancel them - but that is illegal.
Anyway, I’d been sick, and I didn’t count the rides, and it looked like I had a free space so I popped it and off I went. Anyway, so I’m sitting on the train feeling pukey, and was about to go puke in the GO train bathroom (which is not fun - but I recommend going to the wheelchair ones so you have more space) when the stupid ticket people came around.
I pulled out my ticket. Busted.
And I was trying to explain myself, but I was like “I’m sorry - I disagree, but I feel really sick.”
And then the ticket lady went on to lecture me that I should feel sick for ripping off the system.
And I was like “no … I’m going to throw up. Can you give me the ticket so I can go to the bathroom.”
I’m not kidding you - she took longer than you could ever imagine because she thought I was trying to guilt her out of it.
By this time I’m taking shallow breaths, tearing up, and afraid I’ll be arrested if I run to the bathroom.
She finally gave me the ticket. I said excuse me,and ran to the next car over - to the bathroom.
I barely made it in there.
I threw up all over the bathroom. But, it gets worse. It was such a violent puke that I peed my pants - my nice beige maternity pants that you could see were wet.
And it was summer - so I had no jacket.
And my shirt could not cover it.
And I couldn’t stay in the bathroom to cry because it was disgusting. I finally wiped my purse off, collected as much dignity as I could, and went back to the old car where someone had taken my seat and I had to stand the rest of the way. With a wet butt, bad breath and a huge fine.
I made it to the Bathrooms at Union where I blow dried my bum - not so effective. So, I finally went and washed out the pants and used my colleagues blow dryer to dry them. (after admitting what had happened).
I have not worn the pants since. I have not paid the fine. Oops.
That’s not so funny because I so feel your pain right now. I wanna cry, not laugh!!
November 6th, 2007 at 10:38 am