Monday, April 2, 2007

The Truth About Morning Sickness

First of all, I just want to tell all the women out there who say they didn't get morning sickness, or that they DID but didn't throw up, "Goody gumdrops for you, but kiss my ass, you don't know sick! Keep it to yourself, Little Miss Sunshine."

Had to get that out of my system here because this is my blog and I'll say what I want. This morning, I was cruising babycenter.com and sympathized with a woman crying for help in her 11th week and look for suggestions to ease the neausea. Some lameass, named Jenny, claimed to know how she felt, but never actually had to throw up herself (thank the good Lord!). Gimme a break. Lemme tell you something Jenny, you don't know sick until you...

  • are gagging so much you are convulsing your entire body and nothing is coming out. You have to down some water just so you have something to throw up
  • running to the bathroom and deciding what do you have to do more, pee or barf
  • you end the day 5 lbs lighter than when you started it just by sitting in one place... next to the toilet
  • you puke so much one day that the next day you can't pee at all
  • your dog can't stand to be around you
  • you can identify what you have eaten that day by the colors in the toilet
  • your throat burns and you sound like Kim Carnes
  • you are so dizzy with dehydration and fatigue that you pass out on the way to the bathroom to puke

So when that happens to you, then you can say you know how it feels.

Okay, that's off my chest. Obviously I didn't let Ms. Cranky loose on the message boards, afterall, I do have some restraint.

For you lucky girls who haven't had the pleasure of 1st trimester experiences yet, I should say something about the miracle of life, and how it's all worth it in the end so I don't dissuade you from contributing to the continutation of the human race. But I won't. I hate it when people say that type of crap. But I will tell you, that I've never been so happy to be sick in my entire life. Not even when it got me out of by chemistry exam in high school.

For those women, who truly do know how it feels, here is my advice to you...

Hydration is your biggest concern right now. I found that water, both sparkling and sill, both made me more nauseous. I also found that anything carbonated made me burp more, and therefore puke more. It's a lot easier to drink something light and tasty rather than just water. Here is what I found that worked for me. By the way, this was my actual post on Babycenter.com.

  • Herbal tea, iced or hot, sweetened with honey or sugar. I found that I liked peppermint tea and hibiscus tea. Starbucks has a tangy hibiscus tea, called Tazo Passion. It's very red. They serve is iced and sweet, or hot. It's pretty tangy, so I suggest using honey. Peet's Coffee has an even better one that has a hint of cinnamon, called Hibiscus C. It's so yummy, I drink more fluids with these teas than I would with ordinary water.
  • Lemonade was also something I found worked well for me. I think it's because it's so light a fresh
  • Ginger ale with fresh mint - Ok, I invented this because I was sick of going to fancy restaurants and having my friends order cool cocktails and me drinking water. But actually, I found that the combination really had a fresh taste rather than a too sweet taste. I also had them use a lot of ice, so it watered down the carbonation and wasn't too bubbly.

For nutrition, I couldn't keep much down and worried constantly that I wasn't getting enough protein.

  • Jamba Juice shakes with a protien boost worked for me. I got the Sunrise Strawberry Sixteen with a protein boost. That type uses a nonfat plain yogurt base rather than sherbert or frozen yogurt, so there are not as many empty calories and more protien.
  • Cheerios were also a gift from god to me. They are fortifed with folic acid, and are pretty darn nutritious. Fine dining to me is the Honey O's, with whole milk and fresh strawberries, and believe me, I never drink whole milk any other time.

Eventually, hopefully, you will feel a break in the sickness and fatigue. It hasn't gone away from me completely, and some days are still worse than others. At 13 weeks, I do feel like the worst part is behind me now, and at 11 weeks I didn't believe that it would happen.

All Growed Up

It suddenly hit me today as I was hammering out terms for a contract for subcontractors for my new company. I'm all growed up.

John and I have been living every kid's dream for the past 6 years. We go cool places, we buy all the toys we want, hang out with our friends all over the world, go to bed whenever we want, have slumber parties every night and best of all, buy sugar cereals and open up as many boxes at the same time as we want to. (Actually, we really don't eat sugar cereals, but we could if we wanted to.)

With the new company, the baby and rental properties, we now have to be, and I hate to say it, R-E-S-P-O-N-S-I-B-L-E. People actually depend on us now. What are they thinking?

We're going to have to clean up our potty mouths, stick to a routine, and plan ahead for nights out and weekends away instead of just deciding to go to Napa at 10:30 at night.

A human life is going to need us to take care of all it's neccesities, practice first aid, know why the sky is blue and how to mend a broken heart.

People are also depending on me to pay them regularly so they can feed their own families and provide a roof over their heads.

Still others depend on us to provide nice housing for them, making sure that the management company unclogs their toilet and that the mortgage and taxes are paid.

Up until now, the things people relied on me for were thowing good parties, planning vacations, knowing the best restaurants and making great fashion accessories.

Yesterday, I wandered aimlessly through Nordstoms, my favorite store, looking at shoes, bags and jewelry, not really wanting anything because I'd rather save my money for 529 plans and the home remodel. With all the great red patent leather sandals out, you would think at least one pair would go home with me. (Ignore the fact that I already have 3 pairs, because it's not about what you already have, it's about the next outfit.)

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? At what point did babydoll dresses, Hello Kitty pens and 4am pub crawls become inappropriate, let alone unappealling?

So friends and family, please do me a favor.
  • If you see my sense of style becoming terry cloth robes and acrylic sweaters, shake me and scream, "Fashion First".
  • If you hear me say, "Because I said so" or "You likey you takey", immediately take me to Luna Park for a mojito.
  • In general, please stop the insanity. I am 26, I can feel it.

And please, please don't stop raiding my girl room for fashion accessories. Once that happens, I'll know that you think I'm dressing like someone's mother.