I have been neglecting this place, as I have been neglectful in other areas of my life, after receiving some very unexpected news.
As it turns out there is a valid reason for the digestive issues I have been having…
Surprise! I am pregnant again.
And it SUCKS.
I was faithfully taking stupid birth control pills but alas, the only foolproof family practice technique is abstinence. And what fun is that?
It is almost funny. I had scheduled an appointment with my PCP to discuss my stomach problems and on a whim, picked up a pregnancy test. Before I even got done peeing on the stick the positive results window was already illuminating.
I’ll admit that I was not pleased. The idea of nine months of unavoidable abject misery AND a one-year-old baby was not an appealing prospect–hence the reason for the pills. I still am not over the moon happy. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy about another baby, just not this awful process to get him (or her) here.
Point blank, I am a foodie. I love eating. I love cooking. I love using fresh herbs and spices, onions, bell peppers, sauces etc. And now I can’t even tolerate the smell of them. I am nauseous all day and feel the effects of pregnancy-induced GERD at night. Before anyone tries to rebut me with, “You’re lucky you can get pregnant!” ask yourself if that is the best you can come up with? Of course I know other women struggle to get pregnant. Is that supposed to mean I should be happy when I wake up out of a dead sleep with puke in my throat?
I love whoever this is growing in here already but I dislike the process. And I won’t apologize for it.