This kid growing inside of me is going to be a super child… I swear it. It doesn’t even have EARS yet and it has completely taken over my body. I eat when it tells me to, I sit when it tells me to, I eat WHAT it tells me to eat and I only get to sleep when the baby feels like maybe I deserve some sleep.
Last night I didn’t deserve sleep, apparently.
My cravings… which I still can’t believe I have at just a mere 6 weeks … are very strong and very specific. Drifting off to sleep a few nights ago, I muttered, “What I wouldn’t GIVE for a fat bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats.”
And even though I passed yesterday between the couch and getting small house chores done, my craving for chicken fried steak got the most of me and I got up and made it.
Monday morning, I knew I had to clean the house. My husband had cleaned our bathrooms (man-style cleaning, you know), so I focused on the kitchen and living room. There weren’t any clean dishes for me to make breakfast, and if I don’t eat I get REALLY sick. So I got sick. But I hunched over the sink and I washed, washed, washed… I could smell something. I could smell something really strong, and finally was blessed to find the source of the smell -the trash can. It wasn’t very full but WHATEVER was in it had to go. I took a few steps over to the sink… INHALED deeply, went back to the trash can, made quick work of tying the trash bag off and hauled it outside. I let out my air when I made it outside and when I breathed in: I got a HUGE whiff of campfire smoke.
My husband had burned leaves early that morning.
I heaved.
In my hunched position (and holding my breath) I dumped the trash in the barrel and I got myself back inside. Once there, I sprayed my cleaning spray on my counter and I breathed in the fresh lemon scent.
It really is fresh lemon and not chemical lemon, so I feel really not guilty about that. This cleaning spray saved my life yesterday morning. Once I got some food in me, I even used it to mop my floor.
The all-purpose cleaner was my best friend yesterday.
And really: my morning sickness so far (last night excluding) has been manageable! I’m so excited because NEVER before has my morning sickness been manageable. Usually it just flattens me out until it decides to be done and over with. But this go around, I just have to eat constantly.
Or at least every two hours.
If I don’t, I get struck with overwhelming nausea without warning. It doesn’t come on slowly by any means… it comes with a vengeance.
“You didn’t FEED me,” it cries, punching me in the gut, “What have I taught you about FEEDING me?” And of course the hardest thing to do when your stomach hurts is eat.
So I just try to eat frequently… all day long.
This baby will be super baby. I wonder if I’m brewing up a little Clark Kent. He’ll look so cute in little Clark Kent glasses.
(don’t mind the heart in my armpit… covering up my undies that peeked out just for a photo opp)
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