The Pregnant Pause

From the moment Mr. Sperm introduced himself to Ms. Egg, I knew I was pregnant. Not because of women’s intuition, or a mysterious sign from God - that would have been too easy. I knew because before the test ever showed positive, I was bent double over the toilet. Seven to eight times a day.

After I visited the doctor for the first time, I came home with prescription meds for nausea, and all the normal help for morning sickness advice, which is fodder for another post. Nothing worked…the vomiting continued. For four months. In fact, I’m 24 weeks today and still throw up several times per week.

I’ve been diagnosed with a lovely condition called hyperemesis gravidarum, which is Latin for “pregnant woman who vomits without ceasing while begging her husband to kill her quickly”  You know it’s bad when your 18 month old begins to “pretend vomit” while saying “mommy…sick….mommy…sick”.  Hopefully she’s not scarred for life.

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