I've been reading back to determine just how long this Hell lasted last time. I have come up with no certain results. I feel like it lasted longer than the end of my first Trimester. But, I'm not sure how long. Believe me. If I could figure it out, I would.
Despite eating small bites regularly, I am still finding a consistent nausea sending waves of agony from my Tummy and into my throat. It is bad this time around and I loathe it. LOATHE IT.
Just sitting here, I have made that distinctive gagging noise twice and there is no sign of letting up. I feel like there is a large spoon sitting on the back of my tongue and I can't get rid of it.
What's worse? We are running low of pregnancy-edibles (read: whatever actually sounds good right this moment) and I need to go the grocery. Know what sucks about that? Everything. Because EVERYTHING stinks.
I'm *this* close to letting my poor husband eat my leftovers for the next several weeks. I find that when something sounds good, it only sounds good for three-quarters of a serving. Therefore, yesterday (the night before trash day), we threw out a shitload of containers of primarily eaten food. Yeah. Gross. I know.
Know what is actually really good right now?
* Capri Suns - frozen and eaten with a spoon
* Cheesy Pretzels from Rold Gold
* Giant Soft Pretzels
* Edy's Frozen Strawberry Bars
A girl really can't survive on those things. . .
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