Throughout the whole first trimester, I felt intermittently queasy throughout each day. It was bothersome, and sometimes I’d have to delay eating until I felt better, but I never threw up or even felt like I was really going to. And the first trimester ended with me thinking maybe I’d gotten off easy, or maybe a lifetime of stomach issues had raised my tolerance.
Then, a half week into the second trimester I started vomiting. And now every second of every day is like balancing on a high wire – a high wire where if you lose your focus, you barf.
So here’s a list of things that make me want to hurl:
- The feeling of my own phlegm in my own throat.
- The sound – just the sound – of my dog vomiting.
- The memory of the sound of my dog vomiting.
- The stains on the carpet where dog vomit once was.
- The smell of everything, everywhere.
- The sight of a toilet.
- The sight of a dead bug on the floor.
- The thought of any bug anywhere.
- The feeling of a strong cough.
- The sight of anything that appears not to have been cleaned in a while (a.k.a. my whole house. Don’t ask me how I live, I don’t know).
- Attempting to swallow a pill.
- The anticipation of attempting to swallow a pill.
- The taste of my gummy prenatal vitamins.
- Sweeping up spilled goldfish crackers mixed with dog hairs from the floor.
- Fake blood on tv.
- Dirty dishes.
- Garbage bins.
- Pictures of wild mushrooms.
- Restaurant menus.
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I LOVE (and can totally relate to) THIS. The memory of the sound of the dog vomiting. That’s real life right there.
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