The last couple days have been the worst as far as sickness goes. I must be at my "peak" of pregnancy sickness. I threw up one morning after swallowing my prenatal on a pretty empty stomach. I knew better than to do that! The rest of the afternoon I spent on the couch feeling nauseous, gagging and tired. Feeling bad was not convenient because I needed to get to the party store to pick up a few things for the neighborhood kid's Christmas party at our house in a few days. By the time Kyle came home, I mustered enough energy to heat tortellini and bake chicken breasts. Had he not had a night class to go to that evening, I wouldn't have pushed myself but Kyle gets "Hangry," (a term a friend of mine came up with). I didn't want him hangry in class or even worse, coming home and destroying the kitchen (and whoever stood in his way) like a grizzly bear. He said the chicken was really good. I breathed out of my mouth while it baked because the smell was so strong and unpleasant.
"All for you, little one. I will put up with this just for you."
That night when my head hit the pillow I declared, "I'm so tired of no feeling good." Kyle tried to console me, kissed my forehead and I dosed off....until I had to get up to pee.
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