Ugh! I feel terrible.
I just got out of the shower, which made me feel marginally better, but I’m still feeling very nauseous. And if you know me, you know that there’s no worse feeling in the world for me than nausea. As a matter of fact, I’ve been saying that throwing up is against my religion for so long that I think it may actually be against my religion now.
I don’t have a fever, though, which is good, because I think an actual illness at this point would be quite bad. I’m not hungry, which has been the major cause of any nausea lately. Usually, if I just eat something, everything’s OK again. This morning, though, I woke up at 5 and just felt like the nothingness of my stomach was still trying to slide back up my esophagus. Unpleasant!
So I got up, ate a little oatmeal, and sat in my comfy chair in the nursery, watching the sun slowly light the neighborhood. I think I fell asleep for a bit, and I went back to bed about 6:15. By the time Tim was leaving at 7:30, I was feeling really terrible. Like how-long-do-I-have-before-I-must-visit-the-bathroom terrible. Not good.
I even called my mom at 8 and dissolved into tears. What is it about calling your mom when you feel really sick that turns you into a seven year-old again? I would’ve given anything to have her here, stroking my eyebrows like she used to when I was little. As it was, I pulled myself back together and managed to have a conversation with her. Her recommendation: get out of bed, get upright and drink some Sprite, which I have none.
So here I am, upright at least, clean as a whistle and feeling marginally better. If anyone knows a mom who felt deathly ill the day she delivered, let me know, I guess. That’s probably the only thing that would make me feel better at this point.
Oh! And today’s my doula’s moving day to her new house (still in St. Louis, thank goodness), so today could actually be The Day, according to Murphy’s Law. And what’s all this stuff in my horoscope lately about “things happening behind the scenes”? What’s up with that?!