Last night I fell asleep on the couch when we got home, ate, then showered and then went back to bed–totally exhausted. Now, it’s 7 a.m., and I’m hugging the toilet. Not getting more than two minutes into my morning ritual, the infamous nausea formed in my stomach, pushing quickly up my throat. Thank God I was only steps from the toilet.And people enjoy being pregnant?Finally ready for the day, I make my way downstairs for my coffee and breakfast. A sticky note is on the coffee maker like usual.No caffeine? Are you stinking kidding me? How the heck is this going to work?Not even bothering to hit start, the only reason why I drink coffee is for the caffeine, I grab a water from the fridge, crackers from the pantry, and huff and puff as I exit through the garage to my car.Today is going to be interesting.I manage to bypass Jamie’s questions, wondering why I don’t have a coffee glued to my hand and why I’ve been eating crackers like they’re going out of style. I’m just not feeling well, is all that I tell him.After my second class, I decide I should probably call the OB, notifying them of my bundle of joy that hates me.
