Last night I met up with my best friend for dinner. We sat and chatted for a few hours while I ate a delicious burger and repeatedly mentioned how thankful I was that so far, I feel pretty great in this pregnancy.
Fast forward to 1am.
I woke up and the room was spinning. Vertigo and nausea to the extreme. Went downstairs and tried to eat a cracker and drink a little water. Sat for a few minutes telling myself it would pass.
Stood up, looked at the bathroom, and then very suddenly began heaving up that burger. I swear the entire thing came back up undigested.
While still nauseous, I felt a little better, but knew it would be a long time before I fell asleep. I laid on the couch and put the TV on and drifted in and out of a light sleep, always aware of the nausea.
This morning, while again feeling loads better than the few moments before I had violently thrown up, I still don’t feel right. I almost feel like I have the worst hangover of my life. Queasy yet hungry, but the idea of any food makes me dry heave. Tired with a headache. Just all around, not great.
Clearly, I spoke too soon. At just over 6 weeks this morning sickness is right on schedule.
Now the word burger, let alone the idea of the smell or taste of one, makes me want to die. Keep the meat away. Far, far, far away.