I knew I got off easy with my pregnancy with Miriam. I had some nausea but it wasn't that bad and I was able to go to work, no problem.
My pregnancy with Magdalena was a bit dodgier. I was sick a lot and threw up a few times but mostly I just felt sick sick sick. I was working from home at the time so even though I thought I was pretty dang sick, it didn't affect my productivity at all.
With this pregnancy, it has become clear that what I experienced the first two times was nothing. NOTHING. I have no idea why it was a million times worse this time around. It just was. I woke up every morning thinking, "I can't do this." And then I would get up and go to work anyway. The sickness got worse and worse as the day went on. I wished I could go to bed at 6.30, and actually did so only slightly less often.
My entire life revolved around food. As I got sicker and sicker (within each day and then from day to day), I would dream about the food that would make me feel better, and then fixate on it, extensively. At one time or another, I was convinced that baked potatoes, grapes, plain rice, pepper jack cheese, ramen noodles, strawberries, lemonade, and, oddly, Fritos chips, were the only things that could make me feel better. Oh how I pined for Fritos chips. One day I saw some at the store so I bought a big bag and ate some when I got home. They were everything I had imagined they would be...for about two hours. Then the very thought of Fritos chips made me want to vomit. UGH. So then I had this awkward partially empty bag of Fritos (shudder) sitting in the pantry for a few months that induced a fresh wave of nausea every time I even looked at it.
I've mentioned before how much weight I tend to gain during pregnancy, pretty much from day one. I knew this pregnancy's sickness was bad when I actually lost weight during the first trimester. That is completely atypical for me.
I was going to bed so early and then I was so miserable during the night that Jeremy actually set up a bed in the majlis for himself for a few weeks. He would sleep there at night. On the days I didn't teach, I would go lie down on the bed in there and try to get some work done for class or my thesis or whatever. It was so pitiful.
Then one day, everything changed. And yes, it starts with a Z, but there's a twist ending, so stay tuned!