After several days of reining in the urge to vomit...i couldn't contain it any more and ended up spending the greater part of my morning in the bathroom at work. Also left early for the first time to come home and curl up on the couch in a near comatose state.
The other fun part of the morning sickness this go round is that I uncontrollably cry (not hysterically) after each time I get sick, so I was constantly blotting at my eyes in the hopes that no one thought I was nuts.
I have since eaten, napped, and feel a little better.(actually napped first, after taking another zofran and passing out before I could bring it back up.) I am fairly sure I am starting my 10th week soon, so the final countdown begins - the end of the gaggy era. CAN I GET A WITNESS!?!
Now I just need to get to bed at a decent hour so I don't go back to work tomorrow all fucked up. We'll see how that goes. Punky B was very sweet earlier when her grandpa brought her home. Cuddling, talking to the belly, saying hi to the baby and telling him she loved him. "I am going to be your big sister! HELLO! I love you, Baby!" She's such a little sweet potato.
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