Today I discovered that it is not a good idea to move in the morning before having something to eat. I woke up, stumbled into the bathroom, and was suddenly dizzy with the urge to empty my very empty stomach. There I am, holding my head in my hands, trying not to wretch, and yelling for dan to bring me something to eat--now! I can hear cabinets opening and shutting, and he's calling out my options:
"you want an egg?"
"no!"
"how 'bout and english muffin?"
"no!"
"ice cream sandwich?"
"oh, god, this is not good... nothing, I don't want anything, i just need to eat"
"umm..."
Poor Dan. Luckily, while I've turned into raging hormonal woman, yelling at everyone and threatening to puke at any moment, he's turned into Mr. Understanding. When I do start to melt down, he just smiles at me and says, "You're making my baby." Which does tend to slow me down and make me smile, too.
And the food that's getting me through today? Potato chips! Lays Original... gotta love 'em. I barely got through my nauseating morning with a bowl of cereal. Driving up the interstate to work felt more like riding a roller coaster, and when I got here, some lady had decided to make a casserole and bring it to work. I'm sure it was supposed to taste good, but it was positively putrid to me! Heaving my way in this morning, I was so thankful for the chips and ginger ale that are found in abundant supply here. Like magic, my nausea subsided, and I started feeling normal again. Of course, now, the nausea is back. I guess I need more chips.
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