Will has a book called "Birthday Monsters," by Sandra Boynton. It's about five birthday monsters who barge in on your birthday and basically treat you like crap. At the end of the book, a Monster Cleaning Crew comes in and and takes care of everything and presents are left behind.
I feel that morning sickness is kind of like those birthday monsters, only my little guests are the Queasy Monsters. They barge in and make me feel like crap.
I am grateful to feel like crap. I know that feeling like crap is something that a lot of women would kill for if it meant a healthy baby. But it is still hard to feel sick and manage a toddler, just as it was hard to feel sick and work outside the home last time I was pregnant. The only difference is that Will is obviously a 24/7 job that gives no evenings or weekends. When I was having a really awful day, I could also call in sick. There is no calling in sick to motherhood.
It still does come and go through out the day. Sometimes, I feel okay, sometimes, I am looking to make sure the path to the bathroom is clear. I alternate between being really hungry, but nothing sounds good to being full on nauseous. I feel as if this is starting a bit earlier this time than with Will. I didn't really start to get the sick feeling until later on in week six and more like early week seven and I have the blog posts to prove it. I don't know if that means anything regarding gender or prognosis of the pregnancy. I have been pretty sick in all of my pregnancy and was actually the most sick with Gummy Bear and I have had friends who felt different in each pregnancy and had a boy or girl both times. So, I don't necessarily believe in the wives' tales of sick mom = healthy pregnancy or sick mom = either gender. What I do think is that in general, it is a good sign. And I will stick with that for now. I suppose if you have to feel crappy, it should be for a good reason, right?
Like the Birthday Monsters, who eventually do leave behind nice gifts for your birthday, the Queasy Monsters do leave behind a pretty nice gift, too, in the form of a baby. So for that reason, I "welcome" my new friends. Remind me of that in the coming days, won't you, please?