Apparently, being pregnant with this kind of sickness, plus being traumatized by my son’s not willing to eat for days are not tough enough to knock me down. Because we’ve just bought a house. Meaning God is going to manipulate my empty soul so I will start packing and moving.
This pregnancy is like a roller-coaster trip in food tastes. It was not like this with Ethan, I could eat anything, I could even drain down two bowls of fishy fish soup even though I’ve never been a fish person.
But this time, over these first few months, ANY SECOND I’m either throwing up or wanting to throw up, the only exception is when I’m asleep. Once I wake up, I want to puke. Anything I eat has some annoying smell and strange taste. Even that glass of water I sip is the most distasteful liquid in the universe.
I had a sonogram earlier, and everything looks perfectly normal. Though we knew it would be fine just because the worst has happened, I still can’t describe the relief I felt seeing those 4 limbs moving around like performing some sort of Kung-Fu in there.