We're not real good at coping here at the Spurgeon household. Yesterday we hit a kind of low, without much prospect of things getting better for a while.
I am reaching new lows in the whole being sick thing. I keep enough food and water down that I'm not worried about nutrition (so I won't ask for medicine), but I'm throwing up enough that I'm weak and irritable and just generally useless. Yesterday I threw up 5 times from the time I woke up to just after I went to bed (just after I got all comfy cozy in bed, I had to jump up and sit in the cold bathroom...). It is a very strenuous faith, this worshipping the porcelain god. Andrew is having very bad afternoons, due to getting virtually no interaction all day. Poor kid, I kind of don't blame him for destroying the house and generally acting like a monster. Needless to say, by about 5 pm, I was almost in tears.
Jeff is working crazy hours at a job that he despises. He left for work the last 2 days at 5 AM!!! And didn't get home until 5:30 yesterday (6:45 the other night). So he is exhausted. And of course comes home to no dinner, no relaxation, just handed over the 2 year old so Mommy can curl up in a fetal position on the floor. He admitted to me last night that he hates his job, and lately hasn't wanted to come home, either. Kind of broke my heart. I understand why...it's nothing personal, he's just stretched to the limit. So Jeff was almost in tears when he came home from work last night.
Andrew is bouncing right along. Other than being a bit attention starved (he still gets WAY more than most children on the globe, by the way), he isn't bothered by having chicken nuggets every night for dinner or watching hours upon hours of TV during the day. He knows Mommy is sick and pat pat, rub rubs my tummy frequently. He has begun to ADORE his daddy, as this is when the fun really begins. But by the end of the day, he is frequently on the floor in tears. I'm sure just in frustration at the day and in reaction to his cheery parents.
Jeff's mom called yesterday just after I'd donated my pretzels to the porcelain god, and offered to take Andrew at the end of the month for a few days. Ah, angel from heaven. Just 2 and a half weeks until relief. Of course, when I told Jeff this, his first response was, "Who can we get to take him now?". Jeff was really in a bad place last night.
Anyway, it's a whiny post, but it's a post at least. Now you can be glad I don't get on here more often. We will survive. The weather will get nicer so I can take Andrew to a park and lie comatose on a bench. Jeff's work won't require him to come in quite so early. It's all good...just not right now. Oh, wait. I've got to go give my first breakfast to the toilet. Looks like it'll be another normal day...
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Oh Giselle hopefully you will start getting some relief soon I'm truely sorry for you can you not take some type of medicine to help you?
Oh Giselle, I was really wishing that this pregnancy would be different than the last one for you. I am so sorry. When did it let up last time? How many weeks are you now? Is there anything that you can eat that does not seem to make you sick?
Okay, as far as medicine goes, my doctor really doesn't want to prescribe anything unless I can't keep down anything. Which I totally understand. I've tried taking B6, but no help.
Let's see, I can't remember when this all-day sickness stopped. It was sometime after the 1st trimester, though, because I remember throwing my "What to Expect" book across the room when it read "Week 13: you should be feeling better now". I am only 10 weeks...:( And I'm definitely in the nothing sounds or tastes good stage. I am eating to survive. At least last time I craved fruit. I don't even have that this time.
Ah well, I got through it last time and will again. Today is a much better day than yesterday (I've only thrown up twice so far!), so I'll take each day as they come.
Giselle,
It's not pracitcal, but if you ever want to send Andrew up here to roll around with Harper and our crazy dog, I'd take him! I wish there was really something we could do. I would bring Harper down to KY and let you just haul up in your room all day, but I'm not sure that's too practical either. She would be willing to entertain Andrew by flinging all manner of food and utensils at your kitchen floor!
I'm sorry it's such a hard time right now. I know it's hard to see your way to the end when you're in the middle of something like this. It never seems like it will be better, but it will! We'll keep you in our prayers.
Love,
Kelsey
Just a few more days until I come Giselle!!
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