Having morning sickness is like being stalked.
You know it is there, following you, waiting. You try to duck and dodge it, do different things, hoping that it will miss you.
Sometimes, you get lucky. You manage to evade the sickness.
Other days, it seems that you cannot escape. It grabs hold of you and won't let go.
Today is one of those cannot escape days. I feel so icky. I can't wait for the much-heard-about second trimester burst of energy. My house is a disaster, my laundry is piled sky-high, and my poor dogs have learned that no matter how pathetically they whine and whimper, the best they get today for exercise will be a romp around the yard. I long to cook dinner for my husband again, without gagging my way through half of it.
I look forward to not having to run from the kitchen or living room whenever he heats something up for himself. I want to be able to eat when I am hungry without regretting it a few minutes later.
I am glad to be pregnant, but oh, I wish that I didn't have to feel like this.