I had it all planned...I was going to blog last night about all of the sentimental things that I've been thinking about. (while Meg was at class)
I suppose that will have to wait...Yesterday was the hardest day for Meg (so far). She threw up right before she left for work. I felt awful that I couldn't be there with her. Normally, the sound, sight, and smell of throw up sends me running, but "morning" sickness is different. It's a lot of dry heaving, which, to me, seems painful (and quite frankly, worse).
As if that wasn't bad enough, she had to run to the bathroom at school because she was going to have diarrhea (sorry if too much info). Sidenote, she had to wear her seasick bands all day. She also sucked on preggie pops. Nothing seemed to make the nausea go away.
Around 8:15 I hear the door open (Meg was finally home from class). I said hello from upstairs and all I heard was, "I think I'm going to be sick." I ran downstairs in time to see Meg hovered over the toilet (for the second time of the day)
I rubbed her back and wiped her tears and we sat on the bathroom floor for a few minutes.
She ate half of her pb & j sandwich before bed and snacked on a pear throughout the night. The dogs woke up around 3 o'clock, but Meg couldn't stomach walking downstairs, so I took them out.
Thankfully, she has off today and can recuperate. I just hope this was the baby's way of saying, "We're almost through the first trimester. Just wanted you to know that I'm still here. I promise I'll be good now!"