I move and I am nauseous.
I don't eat and I dry heave.
I think about food and I vomit.
I throw up so often when I change Kinsy's diaper that he says "Mama?" and then makes gagging noises once he's on the table. Cheeky Monkey that one.
I took the medication they gave me at my Farewell Thee RE appointment on Wednesday night, and I regretted it bitterly at work on Thursday. I felt groggy the whole. damn. day. So I didn't take it again after that- until tonight. I was OK Thursday (aside from non-functioning from exhaustion) and Friday, a little off on Saturday and Life has been a nightmare Sunday and today. So when I got kins into bed I took one pill (rather than 2).
I am lucky - my boss is totally awesome and told me if I have to take the meds and can't make it in, just work from home. Or come in late. We'll see how it goes tomorrow morning and then determine my plan for tomorrow.
8W3D, I have a long road ahead.
On tap for this week: 1st midwife appointment on Wednesday (!): more hunting for Surya-Scott on the home doppler (1st attempt today was a no-go. I think I found kins right at week 9)
I Can't Feel My Face*
The Weeknd, I Can't Feel My Face
*when I'm vomiting